green grass on the stream

Since Ji Tingyu said that he likes to give Qi Yanfan things, he really seems to be addicted.

Every time he came back from going out, Ji Tingyu would definitely not return empty-handed.

Sometimes it’s a wooden duck that he thought up by himself, with a charming naive look; sometimes it’s a pair of baby socks made by someone else, which are not as big as the palm of your hand; sometimes it’s a bag of hawthorns wrapped in icing sugar.Qi Yanfan couldn't eat hawthorn, so he stuck out his tongue to lick it, and then stuffed it for Ji Tingyu to eat.

Even when he went to pick a vegetable in the field, Ji Tingyu would bring back a handful of unknown grass and flowers.

Although they are not big objects, they make life full of expectations.

Qi Yanfan knew that no matter where he was, this person always remembered him in his heart, racking his brains to bring back every bit to share with him.This made waiting for Ji Tingyu more loving, and I couldn't help laughing when I thought about it.

In February, the spring is cold and cold.

Qi Yanfan's belly has already bulged a little.His clothes were washed with newly bought osmanthus-flavored soap, and he seemed to have secretly hidden a bag of osmanthus halva in his clothes.

On a rare day, the sun tore through the cold air and caressed the land that had been silent for a long time.

Qi Yanfan moved a small stool to sit at the entrance of the bamboo shed - this small stool was specially made for him by Ji Tingyu, he thought that if Qi Yanfan wanted to go out and sit, he would not have to bother to move the heavy wooden stool.

Qi Yanfan wanted to take advantage of the warm weather and no cold wind to tidy up the scattered vegetables left over from eating all winter.In a few months, the warm spring breeze will blow the earth, and a new round of sowing is already in sight.

A few wilted Chinese cabbages, a few wrinkled radishes, and a few handfuls of shriveled shiitake mushrooms.Potatoes and sweet potatoes haven't changed much, they still look solid.

What kind of new dishes can be made with just a few vegetables over and over again?Qi Yanfan suddenly missed the taste of hot pot, he could cook whatever he wanted, the steaming hot feeling of sweating all over his body made him feel itchy all of a sudden, even if he didn't use hot pot or spicy hot pot.

Just do it.

Qi Yanfan quickly picked up a small basket of various vegetables, and took a piece of mutton that Ji Tingyu bought today in the kitchen, and hummed a little tune to cut them up.He yelled towards the side of the house, and told Ji Tingyu to boil the bone soup quickly.

Before Ji Tingyu could answer, Qi Yanfan rushed to Qin Zhengcheng's house not far away to look for Li Xiaogao.

"Xiao Gao, Xiao Gao, do you have any spicy seasoning at home?" Qi Yanfan stepped in without knocking on the door.

There was a rustling sound in the side room, and Li Xiaogai came out in response, her face flushed: "Ah, brother, what did you say?"

Qi Yanfan was so engrossed in eating that he forgot to even tease him, and repeated: "Do you have any spicy seasoning at home, chili is fine too?"

Li Xiaogui plucked at his slightly messy hair, and said, "I don't know about this either, I have to check it out."

Li Xiaogai's culinary skills are not brightened, but there are a lot of condiments at home, and Qin Zhengcheng is willing to let him rush.

Qi Yanfan quickly found a small bag of chili powder and even a jar of sesame oil.

He walked back happily like a gust of wind: "Let me borrow it first, and I will call you if it is delicious!"

"What are you running, be careful!" Ji Tingyu stopped the person who rushed into the door, and said helplessly, "What are you going to do?"

Qi Yanfan then explained his idea.

There was too much oily smoke in the kitchen. After listening to his explanation, Ji Tingyu took over the shovel, coaxed him to rest in the room, and assumed the responsibility of the chef with one hand.

Qi Yanfan sat on the stool with his chin in his hand, sniffing vigorously with his nose.

There was a loud squeak, and the ingredients went into the pot.First, there was a strong burnt aroma, and Qi Yanfan could imagine that the potatoes were coated with a golden coat in the hot pan.Then there was the smell of hot oil splashed on the chili, which was a bit choking, and the throat was itchy, and I heard Ji Tingyu cough again.In the end, rushing, the mellow broth was poured into the pot, and all the delicious food was embraced by it.

Qi Yanfan swallowed with a thud, and patted the table like a puppy waiting to be fed.

After a while, Ji Tingyu opened the curtain and came out with two big bowls.

A bright red bowl was placed in front of himself, and a bowl with clear soup and green leaves scattered with oily flowers was placed in front of Qi Yanfan.

Qi Yanfan was a little dumbfounded: "Why is mine white?"

"You can't eat spicy food."

Malatang is no longer numb, so what's the point of not giving it spicy? !

Qi Yanfan put down his chopsticks and started to make a fuss: "I want spicy food."

"Eating spicy food will make your stomach hurt. Would you like to taste a little?" Ji Tingyu picked up a piece of mutton dipped in soup, drained the spicy soup, and handed it to Qi Yanfan's mouth.

Qi Yanfan pursed his lips tightly, but tears fell silently and without warning.

Ji Tingyu was stunned, suddenly at a loss.He hurriedly sat next to Qi Yanfan, hugged him into his arms, and carelessly wiped the golden beans that fell from his face like beads from a broken thread.

Qi Yanfan smelled the slightly spicy scent on his clothes, felt uncomfortable and wronged, and cried even harder.

"Fan'er, Fan'er, don't cry," Ji Tingyu coaxed, "Eating too much is not good for the baby, can we eat less?"

"Woo..." Qi Yanfan buried his head on his shoulder, shook his head and wiped his tears all over his clothes, and said angrily, "Don't eat, don't eat, don't eat."

Li Tingyu patted him on the back: "I was wrong, Fan'er prepared it so hard, you must eat some."

Qi Yanfan kept pushing back and forth but refused to eat any more.

Ji Tingyu turned his face over, opened his mouth to cover his lips and tongue, and licked around in his mouth.

Qi Yanfan, who slowly calmed down, looked at him with wet eyelashes.

"Is it spicy?" Ji Tingyu asked.

Qi Yanfan clicked his lips and nodded.

"The one in the bowl is even more spicy. Let's take a bite and spit it out if it's too spicy, okay?"

Qi Yanfan was like a kitten whose fur has been smoothed out, so he obediently said, "Yeah."

After the turmoil over the meal, Qi Yanfan's temper came and went quickly, and he felt super embarrassed after knowing it, and cried like that because of a single bite.

He explained to himself that it was not because he was really greedy, but because the baby suddenly wanted to eat.Yes, that's how it is, the baby wanted to eat but couldn't, so he even cried with Qi Yanfan, what a little idiot.

Ji Tingyu also knew that he felt embarrassed, so he didn't mention it again all afternoon.