Retired soldier king and his little sweetheart

It was already past 7 o'clock in the evening when I hurried home.

Because I go out early and return late every day to set up a stall in the city, it has been a long time since I have cooked in a serious way. I either settle it in a small restaurant outside or go home to cook a bowl of noodles.

Zhuang Xiaoduo didn't have oil in his stomach, so he was always hungry very quickly, so he called for spicy chicken tonight.

When talking about this with Zhang Lili, Zhang Lili teased him that he was pregnant again.

It made him feel uneasy when his stomach growled when he was watching the TV series at eight o'clock.

"That's not really the case, is it?"

Zhuang Xiaoduo pulled a pillow unconsciously, remembering the news that "the Indian man was pregnant for 36 years and turned out to be his twin brother" on the news.

The scene where the female lead finds out that her best friend and heroine are having an affair with her boyfriend is playing on TV. Zhuang Xiaoduo glanced at the kitchen to confirm that Tang Huai is cooking seriously.

He silently took out his phone, opened the browser and searched seriously: Can a man get pregnant?

All the surrogacy advertisements appeared on the webpage, Zhuang Xiaoduo frowned and slid down.

Sure enough, a question and answer appeared.

Patient: 【I'm gay. I had sex with a man some time ago, and my stomach has been uncomfortable since then. Is it possible that I'm pregnant? 】Dr. Yang: 【Hi, it's probably because of a bad stomach. I suggest you go to the hospital for a check-up and pay attention to rest. ] Zhuang Xiaoduo: ...

He felt that his brain had probably been pecked by a chicken.

But when he saw this Dr. Yang was online, he asked in a strange way: What if you always feel that you don’t have enough to eat and you get hungry very quickly?

Less than 30 seconds after it was sent, Dr. Yang's avatar flashed, and Zhuang Xiaoduo clicked on it.

[It is recommended that you eat more. 】

The corner of Dr. Yang's mouth twitched on the other end of the network, who was about to get off work, and began to scold the hospital for the bullshit online consultation task. Drag the ground!"

At Zhuang Xiaoduo's request, Tang Huai made spicy chicken tonight, and served it with lettuce in garlic oyster sauce and tomato and egg soup.

The peppers used are the new peppers harvested this year. At the end of summer, the peppers are picked, and the pepper handles are tied up with hemp rope like a braid. The long string of red peppers is hung under the eaves, dried and taken back into the house. Every once in a while, a little bit is removed and cut into sections with scissors for later use.

In order to make the spicy chicken taste more layered, Tang Huai also specially used two kinds, one is the commonly used Erjingtiao, and a kind grown by Grandpa Xiaoduo of Ershizhuang. , a bit like a shrunken version of peppers, cut a few and threw them into the pot.

As soon as the chili was put in, the spicy smell came out of the frying pan. Unlike before, the smell went straight to the sky, even with the windows open, Tang Huai was choking and coughing.

Zhuang Xiaoduo walked in when he heard the sound, and was choked to tears before asking what was the matter, Tang Huai turned off the fire and pulled Zhuang Xiaoduo out, closing the door.

"Choking peppers."

Zhuang Xiaoduo pinched his nose: "How many peppers did you put in?"

Tang Huai said there were not many, then pointed to the peppers hanging on the wall and said, "I put a little of both."

"This?" Zhuang Xiaoduo pointed to the small bundle of crumpled chili peppers and said, "This is Shabu Shabu spicy, super spicy, and it's used for soup!"

Tang Huai was embarrassed, the two looked at each other and smiled, helplessly waiting for the spicy smell to dissipate in the living room.

Shabu Shabu is a local product in Dehong, Yunnan. Most of the locals season the soup after drying it. You only need to open a hole in the pepper and put it in the soup for a few times. The soup will be full of spicy flavor. The water is fantastic.

Zhuang Xiaoduo's grandfather didn't grow much, and when he accepted it, it was only a small bundle, but Tang Huai fired one-third of it.

In the end, I poured out the choked chili and made it again. The one made with homemade free-range chicken was indeed delicious, but the pot seemed to be soaked in the hot pepper, and the fried one was much hotter than usual.

"Eat less, in case of diarrhea tomorrow." Tang Huai's taste is not particularly strong, so he kept drinking soup after a few mouthfuls, and also filled a bowl for Zhuang Xiao.

Zhuang Xiaoduo hissed and stuck out his tongue, like a puppy, but couldn't help but continue to eat, mouthful after mouthful.

It is so fragrant, spicy and delicious, and the chicken is tender and chewy. Tang Huai also put a small handful of fish coriander, which is fried in chicken oil to make it fragrant.

Seeing him like this, Tang Huai began to salivate.

"Xiao Duo, drink some soup and eat slowly."

"No way," Zhuang Xiaoduo wiped the sweat off his nose with a piece of paper, "I can't stop, it's so hot that I want to die when I stop, I... can only fight hot with hot."

Zhuang Xiaoduo almost finished half of the chicken. He was sweating all over. After eating, he drank a lot of soup to understand the spicy food, and collapsed on the sofa with a big belly.

As expected, Zhuang Xiaoduo started to have diarrhea in the middle of the night.

I ran back and forth several times, until there was nothing left behind, and I lay on the bed collapsed, my stomach still throbbing and hurting.

Tang Huai put his hands on Zhuang Xiaoduo's stomach, and gently massaged him to relieve the pain.

"It's all my fault." Tang Huai's eyes were dimly watered, his eyebrows drooped, and his face was distressed.

Zhuang Xiaoduo: "I don't blame you, I'm greedy."

After speaking, he pursed his mouth, his eye sockets and nose were red.

Tang Huai thought he was feeling worse: "It hurts again? Go to the hospital."

Zhuang Xiaoduo turned his head and curled up under the blanket, not looking at Tang Huai.

"What's wrong? Xiaoduo, don't scare me."

"It's fine."

Tang Huai couldn't see him like this, so he picked up Zhuang Xiaoduo and wanted to take him to the hospital.

"No~" Zhuang Xiaoduo struggled, the two pulled the quilt, Zhuang Xiaoduo couldn't grab it, so he had to mutter something.

"Where does it hurt?" Tang Huai didn't hear clearly.

Zhuang Xiaoduo: "Chrysanthemum!! My chrysanthemum hurts so much!

Zhuang Xiaoduo was forced to return to the days when there was little water in the soup. Every day, porridge was served with vegetarian dishes. He couldn't even see a piece of pepper skin. After taking Western medicine, he took Chinese medicine.

I've had tummy troubles before, but they've never been this severe and long-lasting.

He reasonably suspected that Tang Huai had 'credit' for the chrysanthemum being so fragile now, and he had to take the blame for it.

The days of winter seem to go by faster, and the New Year is almost here, and the little piggies are crawling all over the ground.

Zhuang Xiaoduo and Tang Huaicong had several thousand pigs, but none of them could be killed for the New Year.

Fortunately, Brother Bao anticipated their plight and offered to give them half a cat.

The mini-program that Zhuang Xiaoduo helped to run before was already small and large-scale, and Brother Bao opened a store on Taobao, but he didn't understand the various rules, such as through trains and activities, and he was one head and two big.

Thinking of recruiting a part-time job online, I asked Zhuang Xiaoduo to help me interview.

Tang Huai and Zhuang Xiaoduo took the dried tofu they smoked to find Brother Bao, who had already killed the pig and was cleaning the internal organs.

"Do you want cured bacon?" Brother Bao took out Huazi and gave Tang Huai one.

Tang Huai: "Do it."

Zhuang Xiaoduo: "Our village will make glutinous rice cakes tomorrow, Brother Bao, do you want to come?"

"Let's see if there is something to do tomorrow. There are a lot of friends who come to the door recently. I will come when I have time." Brother Bao watched the pig's head being divided into two, and trembled reflexively: "Do you want the pig's head?"

"Yes." Zhuang Xiaoduo giggled, mixed with pork head meat, he hadn't eaten for a long time.

Zhuang Xiaoduo helped Brother Bao interview a few people via video, and wrote a few interview evaluations for him neatly, so surprised that Brother Bao leaned in: "Just tell me who you want."

Zhuang Xiaoduo found an operator with a background in customer service: "Let's go for her. She has worked as a Taobao customer service, has three years of operating experience, can typesetting, and is a housewife whose child has gone to elementary school."

Brother Bao had no doubts, and immediately decided to ask her, and asked the accountant, personnel and legal affairs of the farm to sign the contract for her.

Although Brother Bao has no relatives by his side, the workers on the farm have been working for several years. Like family members, they usually eat pig meat after slaughtering pigs at the end of the year.

Zhuang Xiaoduo had it every year when he was a child, but Tang Huai never ate it.

Set up a stove outdoors, put a big pot on it, and the women gathered around the faucet to wash vegetables, while Tang Huai and Brother Bao followed the men to cut up the meat and tear apart the bones.

Zhuang Xiaoduo was assigned to light the fire because of his poor skills.

The weather was very cold, Zhuang Xiaoduo was sitting on a small bench adding firewood to the side of the pot, the fire was raging, and Zhuang Xiaoduo's face was flushed with heat.

Simple and delicious boiled pork belly dipped in dried chili noodles, hot pork blood sausage just out of the pan, meaty green vegetable porridge and the essential steamed pork with noodles.

More than 20 employees of the farm gathered around the long table to celebrate the harvest and progress of the farm this year.

"cheers!"

Zhuang Xiaoduo and everyone picked up the earthen bowl, which contained newly brewed glutinous rice wine. Compared with sorghum and rice wine, glutinous rice wine has a sweet taste and is smoother and easier to drink.

Even Zhuang Xiaoduo, who doesn't like drinking, drank a few big bowls in such an atmosphere.

Looking at the beaming farm employees, Zhuang Xiaoduo leaned into Tang Huai's ear and said, "Let's give the employees some benefits as well, and treat them as year-end bonuses."

Tang Huai: "Yes."

Zhuang Xiaoduo: "But don't spend too much money, it's best not to spend money, um... let me think about it.

After the meal, Zhuang Xiaoduo and a lady on the farm chatted enthusiastically about the topic of "why should women pay for raising children".

She turned and scolded her cheap son-in-law eight hundred times.

Tang Huai sipped orange juice next to him, reaching out to support Zhuang Xiaoduo who was about to collapse with a smile.

Zhuang Xiaoduo clinked glasses with the lady, finished it in one breath, leaned on Tang Huai's shoulder and hiccupped, and looked up at him in slow motion: "My husband...why don't you drink it."

Tang Huai covered Zhuang Xiaoduo's mouth with his hand. Fortunately, everyone was so drunk and bragging that no one noticed Zhuang Xiaoduo's explosive words.

"Huh?" Zhuang Xiaoduo put his head on Tang Huai's lap unscrupulously: "It's delicious, hiccup."

The lady saw that Zhuang Xiaoduo drank too much, and asked Tang Huai to take him back, "Are you two brothers?"

Tang Huai supported Zhuang Xiaoduo and nodded.

"No! He's my old...uh...!" Zhuang Xiaoduo's mouth was covered.

Tang Huai picked up Zhuang Xiaoduo like a chicken, turned around flexibly and squatted down to pick him up, and said to Madam: "We're going back first, Madam, please tell Brother Bao for us."

Zhuang Xiaoduo faltered and said something nonsense, with both arms hanging on Tang Huai's chest, he lightly hammered his chest.

"Why don't you let me say that you are my husband?"

Tang Huai squeezed his calf: "When you wake up and still want to talk, I'll find a loudspeaker for you to talk."

"No matter, hit you!" After speaking, he opened his mouth and bit Tang Huai's neck hard, leaving behind a row of pink tooth marks and drawn saliva.

Back home, Tang Huai carried Zhuang Xiaoduo to the bed to rest, spread a plastic sheet on the floor, carried half a pig in, and began to divide it into pieces, marinate it tonight, and it can be roasted on charcoal fire the day after tomorrow.

Zhuang Xiaoduo had a dream. He dreamed that he was in a dark room, and the sound of knives cutting into the flesh came from outside, which made him get goosebumps. He imagined the scene of dismemberment in his mind, trembling. He groped for the door on the wall.

Finally, he touched something cold and was about to hold it tightly.

"Popcorn - 8 yuan a pot, delicious and sweet -"

Zhuang Xiaoduo woke up with a start, his mobile phone was in hand, he pricked up his ears to confirm, it was indeed the popcorn maker.

He quickly threw off the quilt, put on his jacket and rushed out: "Husband! Here comes the popcorn maker!!"

"What did you call me?" Tang Huai smiled.

Zhuang Xiaoduo was confused: "What did I call you?"

It must be because of the wine, Zhuang Xiaoduo thought.

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