Bunch of grass

Listening to the unstoppable sobbing sound on the other end of the phone, Feng Ling bit her lips tightly, a rusty smell came into her mouth, and a coolness came out of her back unceasingly, a slender hand firmly grasped Touching her wrist, she raised her head subconsciously, looked at the dark green-haired young man standing in front of her, and tried her best to twitch the corners of her mouth, but saw him frowning.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...

"Xiao long bao is dead?" Feng Ling's mouth twitched violently, and she felt like returning to heaven from hell in an instant. She shook her head at Long Ya, freed her wrist from his palm, and raised her hand to wipe off her lips. bloodstained, and stepped aside.

"Yeah. Xiaolongbao has been unable to eat for the past few days, and it doesn't eat anything. The doctor said it was dying. Today..." Fengfeng blew his nose and continued, "This morning When I got up, I saw it laying in its nest without moving, and my father said... woo woo woo... Dad said it was dead." The more Brother Feng thought about it, the more sad he became, and he began to cry again.

"Xiao Long Bao is 11 years old. According to the age of human beings, it has entered old age, and death is inevitable." Feng Ling said patiently.

"But...but, it hasn't seen my sister for the last time..."

"It's reversed!" Feng Ling was terrified when she heard this, "Brat, your sister and I are alive and well, and it's not time for the last look."

"Yes... It's because my sister left before she took a last look at it..." Brother Feng changed his mind and quickly switched the subject and predicate.

"Didn't you watch the video last week?"

"It's different, this time it's dying."

"Then let it come back to life and die when I return to Japan." Feng Ling said angrily.

"I don't know how to summon spirits." Brother Feng said pitifully.

"Your sister and I also don't know how to do it, so you should hurry up and let it rest in the ground, and go to bliss early."

"Daddy sent it away."

"En." Feng Ling nodded and yawned.

"Sister, are you in a relationship?" Leaving aside the death of Xiaolongbao, the younger brother of the Feng family returned to his previous state of being so clever that he wanted someone to beat him up.

"What about dating?" Feng Ling became more vigilant.

"Mom said that you are in love with Brother Longma's brother. I saw the photo at Sister Yunxi's. This guy looks pretty good. He has a figure, looks and achievements. Sister, you must abandon your boredom." Sao, or you will scare them away!" Feng Xiao, who is a round younger than Feng Ling, taught his sister several times of love experience.

Feng Ling subconsciously looked at Long Ya, who was standing not far away eating an orange, and half-closed her eyes: "Hey, boy, I'm your own sister, can't you be more polite?"

"Ah, sister, my mother is back. I have to do my homework. I have a lot of homework to do. Hang up!"

Before Feng Ling could answer, a busy tone came from the other end of the phone.

Looking at the phone that was hung up, Feng Ling had the urge to grab this brat from the other end of the radio wave and beat him up.

"Is something wrong?" A clear voice came from the ear.

Feng Ling raised her head, and at some point, a young man with dark green hair walked in front of her, holding an orange in his hand that had more than half of its flesh gnawed, Feng Ling was stunned, looking at the small half of the orange, he even ate the skin?

"What's the matter? It's serious?"

"Ah? Oh, it's all right." Feng Ling came back to her senses and shook her head.

"Oh." Seeing that Feng Ling refused to say more, Long Ya didn't continue to ask, and threw the remaining citrus into his mouth, eating with relish.

"It's really nothing." Feng Ling explained, "My younger brother called and said that the golden retriever raised at home has passed away."

"Small steamed buns?"

"Ah."

"Come on, eat an orange." Long Ya reached out and picked an orange, rubbed it on her clothes and handed it to Feng Ling, "Although the old man is a bit pale, the oranges he grows are not bad."

Uh... This "although, but" turning point seems to be a bit wrong. Although Feng Ling wanted to complain, but she was afraid of making the whole atmosphere boring, she pursed her lips and swallowed what she wanted to say, He reached out to take the oranges and was about to peel them, but Longya stopped him: "Oranges are delicious only if they are eaten together with the peel."

"That's not delicious." Feng Ling frowned.

"It's delicious, really." Long Ya nodded firmly, holding Fengling's hand, and brought the oranges to her mouth, "Aren't you recovering from a cold? Chinese people like to dry orange peels Tangerine peel is used as medicine, wouldn’t you get twice the result with half the effort if you eat fresh orange peel? The cold will get better soon.”

Brother, you also know that it is tangerine peel, not fresh orange peel, and not all orange peels can be dried into tangerine peel.Feng Ling closed her eyes, and reluctantly took a small bite. The stimulating taste made her tremble involuntarily. She chewed a few times indiscriminately, and then swallowed.

"Idiot, take a big bite and eat the meat and skin together, so that it will taste better." Long Ya pointed out.

In order to live up to the good intentions of the young man, Fengling bit the bullet again. When the bitterness of the orange peel and the sweetness of the orange flesh spread between the lips and teeth, there was a different taste, and Fengling couldn't help but Dazed for a moment, he opened his eyes wide and looked at Long Ya who was a little proud, and took another bite.

"How is it? Does it taste good?" Young Longya frowned, grinned, reached out and picked another orange, rubbed it on his clothes, took a big bite, and the juice burst out between his teeth, "The orange is really delicious. It’s the best way to eat.”

Looking sideways at the bright smile on Long Ya's face, Feng Ling's heart skipped a beat, she quickly restrained her mind, and concentrated on dealing with the orange in her hand, but after she turned her head, the dark green-haired youth also glanced at her seemingly unintentionally With a glance, the smile on his lips grew stronger, he opened his mouth and bit off a piece of orange peel, the juice from the orange flesh was scattered in the sunlight, and the barbecued pork bun couldn't help whimpering a few times.

As the sun set, the sea horizon where the water and the sky met was dyed a dazzling orange red.

After a sumptuous dinner, the three elders of the Echizen family moved to the courtyard on the grounds of discussing important matters, while Feng Ling helped Echizen Rinko clean up the dining table.

"Xiaoling, just put it there." Lunzi said, brushing the hair hanging from her temples behind her ears.

"It's okay, Auntie Echizen, I often help my mother wash the dishes when I'm at home." Feng Ling quickly stacked the dishes into a pile.

"Xiaoling." Lunzi stopped what he was doing, looked up at the wind chime, and called softly.

"Huh?" Fengling raised her eyes, and when she touched the seriousness on Lunzi's face, she froze for a moment, and her hand holding the bowl stopped in mid-air.

"It's filial piety for Xiaoling to help mother wash the dishes at home, and it's acceptable." Lunzi reached out to take the bowl in Fengling's hand and put it in front of him, "But Xiaoling is not used at aunt's house, because Xiaoling is a guest. , how can Auntie let the guests do it?"

"But... I've eaten too." Feng Ling rubbed her hands in a bewildered manner.

"Then look at your Uncle Echizen and Long Ya, the three big men eat several times as much as you, do they come to wash the dishes?" Lunzi pursed his lips and continued to clear the table, "Xiaoling, the relationship between husband and wife All care is voluntary. If I take care of them voluntarily and pay for them voluntarily, I will not ask them to give me anything in return. It is impossible for you to wash me once if you have a meal at my house Bowl?"

"...Then can I volunteer to help you wash the dishes?" Feng Ling pursed her lips and said.

This time it was Lunzi's turn to be taken aback, she looked up at the wind chime in a daze, after a while, she nodded, "Of course, I'm very happy." Long Ya seemed to have picked up a treasure this time.

"Old man, didn't you say you want to discuss something?" A low voice came from the living room, "Why are you sneaking here to see the old woman?"

"Stinky boy, which one of your eyes sees me is your mother." The middle-aged man in flowery pants turned his head and gave his eldest son a look. He was clearly observing his daughter-in-law.

"Dad, you are very heavy." The Maoyan youth who was crushed at the bottom shouted dissatisfiedly, and a group of little milk cats came after the char siew buns.

"I can't even bear this weight. The more you live, the more you come back." Echizen Nanjiro raised his hand and slapped the youngest boy on the shoulder, straightening up.

"Obviously it's dad, you gained weight in your later years, getting fatter and fatter." Echizen Ryoma rubbed the painful place from being slapped, and retorted.

"Fart, didn't you see your father's abs?" Echizen Nanjiro ran away, lifting his T-shirt, revealing a flat belly, "Did you see it!"

"Tch, it's the first time I saw my abs in one piece." Echizen Ryuya disliked his father's pride very much, and lifted up his shirt, revealing his eight-pack abs and beautiful mermaid lines.

"Madamadadane." Ryoma gave his father a look of disdain, and lifted up his clothes, showing off his abs.

"Two brats." Echizen Minamijiro, who was hit twice by his two sons, walked out of the living room resentfully. The understanding Ada leaned forward and rubbed his big head on the calves of the hostess to express his comfort.

"Old man, what's the matter?" Seeing the loneliness on his father's face, Longya seemed a little sorry, he walked to Nanjiro, put his hand on his father's shoulder, and asked with a smile.

"Hey, Dad, why don't we have a game tomorrow?" Ryoma, who obviously spent more time with his father than his elder brother, naturally guessed what his father hadn't said, so he said it for him.

"Are you sure you want to fight me? Young man." Echizen Nanjiro squinted at the youngest son.

"Dad, I will definitely defeat you this time." Ryoma raised his chin slightly, looking at the ink-like night sky dotted with stars.

"Hmph." Nanjiro snorted, and turned to look at his eldest son, "Young man, your daughter-in-law doesn't seem to be in good spirits?"

Long Ya didn't want to correct his father's name for Feng Ling anymore, he nodded: "Feng Ling had a fever yesterday, and she passed away this morning, and now she still has some colds."

"Oh...so that's the case." Nanjiro suddenly realized, and smiled maliciously, "I thought your energy was too strong last night, which caused the little girl to lack energy."

"Old man, what are you putting on your mind!"

The author has something to say: Nanjiro is old, but he can still eat