The little sweetheart of the rough family

Zhao Hou almost escaped from Grandma Sun's house.

Just because of Hua Hua's words, Grandma Sun told him a whole lot of truths, what a man has to be responsible, and he can't be irresponsible, let alone be Chen Shimei of Longmen Town and so on.

Although Zhao Hou didn't go to school seriously, he still knows some operas.

Chen Shimei abandoned his wife and son to climb high branches.It's a pity that he is still a big girl with yellow flowers now, how could he become such an ungrateful person like Chen Shimei?

Grandma Sun saw him stiffen his neck and said nothing, she knew that he was annoying, so she stopped talking.

Zhao Hou stood still for a while, then turned around and went home.

As soon as he entered the yard, he saw Cheng Yanping squatting by the wooden basin beside the well water. He took a weed and fiddled with the snails in the water, and said, "Little snail, you have to work harder, little snail. After you spit out the mud, I can ask the master to make spicy snails. Although I have never eaten it before, the master said it was delicious, so it must be delicious."

Besides, Zhao Hou's cooking skills are so good, everything must be delicious.

Zhao Hou stood by the door with folded arms and waited for a while. Seeing that Cheng Yanping had finished entertaining himself, he coughed and walked in. After changing the water for the snails, he went to the kitchen to get some salt and oil and put them in. into the basin.

"Master, what are you doing with these?"

Cheng Yanping looked at the oily flowers blooming on the water, and asked curiously.

"Don't you really want to eat spicy snails? The snails have been spitting mud all night, now add salt and oil, and you can eat them when you come back at night."

As Zhao Hou said, he went to the utility room and took out a bundle of bamboo poles. The bamboo poles were about as tall as a person, and they were bundled unevenly.

Hearing this, Cheng Yanping blushed.

Dare to feel that Zhao Hou heard what he said to himself just now, and then felt a little bit of sweetness spread in his heart.

Shaoqing, he pointed to the bundle of bamboo poles and asked, "Master, what are you doing with these poles?"

"It's very warm now, and the vegetables in the field are growing fast. Some vegetables need to be put on a shelf, otherwise they will be crooked when the wind blows and the rain hits."

Zhao Hou gave a short explanation.

Cheng Yanping didn't ask any more questions, firstly he didn't have much curiosity, and secondly, he had nothing to do in the afternoon, so he followed Zhao Hou to the vegetable field, and when he saw it with his own eyes, he would understand everything.

"Master, what shall we have for lunch?"

Zhao Hou squinted at him, how does this look like a sick person?I also ate a lot for breakfast, and now I'm thinking about lunch again, and I don't know who said that I will never be greedy again.

......

It was almost noon, and the smell of vegetables wafted over from time to time when walking on the street.

Cheng Yanping wrinkled his nose, and greedily inhaled the fragrance in the air, with a contented expression, as if smelling it was like eating it.

"Yo, bring your friend to buy tofu together?"

As soon as Zhao Hou walked to the tofu stall, he heard Mrs. Xu greet her in a sweet voice, and stared at Cheng Yanping over his shoulder without hesitation, and finally gave Zhao Hou a meaningful look.

That look seemed to say, you know.

But Zhao Hou didn't understand what she was thinking, so he threw down a few copper coins and said coldly, "Two pieces of old tofu."

Mrs. Xu swiftly put the tofu into the plate that Zhao Hou brought over, and handed it back, "Zhao Liehu is really lucky. I said that you don't look down on any of those matchmakers. It turns out that you are here Waiting."

When Cheng Yanping chased after him, he saw Mrs. Xu smiling coquettishly, her face full of spring, and those eyes only wished to grow on Zhao Hou's body.He didn't know what happened, he stepped forward and hooked Zhao Hou's arm.

"Master, I'm hungry."

Sister-in-law Xu used to be with others in the early years, but she was upright and strong, and couldn't stand the torture of her parents-in-law. In addition, after the man became a scholar, he married a second-year-old, so she didn't want anything, only one Feng Heli Shu, and then came to Longmen Town alone.

Later, she gained a foothold in the town by relying on her ability to make tofu. She was not very old, and she was also beautiful. There was a bit of charm in the corners of her eyes and brows. She was joking in private and called her Tofu Xishi. .

When she comes to Longmen Town in the future, she will be the enemy of the women in Longmen Town.

Only later, a rascal in the town sneaked into her house in the dark, and she beat her out with a mallet, and everyone in Longmen Town knew about the trouble.

From then on, the people of Longmen Town knew that Widow Xu was only used to being sharp-tongued, but she was very decent, and slowly she felt relieved to let her men buy tofu.

Sister-in-law Xu raised her eyebrows, and said "Oh" softly, with an extremely long ending.

"Damn, I'm tired of crooked, and I don't feel ashamed to panic."

Cheng Yanping blushed, "You, you are talking nonsense..." Then he took Zhao Hou's arm and walked back.

Xu's sister-in-law leaned out of the tofu stand with most of her body, and said loudly: "Little scholar, don't blame my sister-in-law for not reminding you, but take it easy. A silent man like Zhao Liehu is the most powerful, be careful to turn around and turn you away." The bones of the whole body are torn apart..."

After finishing speaking, there was another burst of charming laughter.

The two returned home amidst Mrs. Xu's laughter.

After closing the courtyard door, Zhao Hou's ear tips were inexplicably hot, and he tilted his head to see Cheng Yanping was doing the same, blushing enough to bleed.He coughed, and walked to the kitchen with a dull head.

"Don't listen to her nonsense. She loves to make fun of the men in the town. She hasn't told anyone in the town, even..."

When the words stopped suddenly, Zhao Hou realized that he hadn't done anything wrong, so why did he say so much?

Cheng Yanping secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Hou first washed the rice and put it in the pot, then took out two eggs and beat them into the porcelain basin, stirred them with chopsticks until even, then poured clean water into the rice pot.

"This pot can be burned."

Cheng Yanping let out a muffled "Yes" and lit a fire.

This Zhao Hou drenched the tofu with water, cut the kitchen knife obliquely, and sliced ​​into thick triangular slices. After cutting, he put it on a plate. When he was about to cut the seasoning, he suddenly remembered yesterday. He Changming told him to eat less spicy food, so he swiped the kitchen knife and put the dried red pepper aside.

Put the cold oil into the pan, and when it is [-]% to [-]% hot, add the tofu and fry until golden on both sides, then remove it.

Just heat the oil, put in the pre-cut seasonings, onion, ginger, garlic, etc. stir the pot, and the kitchen will immediately be filled with a strong fragrance.

Lunch will be ready soon.

A dish of egg custard and a dish of homemade tofu.

When uncovering the rice cooker, Zhao Hou took out a green round bowl with cracked ice from the cupboard, lifted the brown lid, and it contained snow-white lard.

Zhao Hou took a spoonful of lard and put it into the egg custard.

"Take it to the main room."

Cheng Yanping looked at the food, his eyes lit up, and he brought the food over happily.

The two of them sat at the Eight Immortals table and both bowed their heads to eat without talking.

The egg custard is tender and smooth, and it is best served with rice.

The tofu is also very tasty and delicious.

Zhao Hou looked at Cheng Yanping, whose mouth was full of oil, and the corners of his lips curled into an almost undetectable arc.

......

Xu did not sleep last night, Zhao Hou took a nap for a little longer than usual, when he woke up it was already [-] o'clock, he sat by the bed for a while, then went to the well to wash his face.

As soon as he got out of the main room, he saw Cheng Yanping squatting in front of the wooden basin containing the snails, concentrating on looking at something, and he didn't even notice when he got close.

Zhao Hou bent down and splashed a handful of water on his face, the mercury splashed everywhere.

Cheng Yanping hurriedly dodged, "Master, when did you wake up, you scared me."

"If you are bored, you can go out for a walk, Longmen Town is very safe."

Zhao Hou was a little surprised that Cheng Yanping stayed in his house all day except going out with him, never going out alone.

Cheng Yanping saw him going to hug those bamboo poles, and wanted to give him a hand, but before he touched them, Zhao Hou blocked him, "You are sick now, and you are not suitable for working. If the mayor sees you later, , maybe you thought I had mistreated you."

Cheng Yanping followed him out the door, the corners of his mouth raised high.

When I left the town, I saw someone not far away holding farm tools as if they were hitting something. The ground was covered with layers of golden straw. When I got closer, I could hear the creaking sound of the farm tools when they were turning around. It sounded rhythmically as the farmers waved their hands.

Cheng Yanping was greedy.

Zhao Hou walked for a while and found no one behind him, so he looked for it again.

"This thing is called a flail, and it's used for beating all kinds of grains. They're beating rapeseed now."

Cheng Yanping was surprised. In the early years when he went out with his brother for a spring outing, he had seen golden rapeseed flowers in the farmland in the suburbs of Beijing, but he never thought that the rapeseed flowers would turn into this after they withered.

The farmers who were working obviously knew Zhao Hou, nodded to him, and said with a smile, "Going to the vegetable field!"

Zhao Hou nodded.

Cheng Yanping squatted down and observed carefully. The crushed rapeseed particles were small, black, and round, holding them in the palm of his hand as if holding sand. When he put them in his nose and smelled them carefully, they had a faint fragrance. .

Zhao Hou said again: "The rapeseed oil we eat at home is squeezed out of these rapeseeds. I think it's troublesome to grow rapeseed, so I didn't grow it this year. The rapeseed oil I eat is bought from the oil shop in the west of the town. .”

Cheng Yanping had seen enough and waved to the farmer.

The farmer's daughter-in-law teased Zhao Hou with a flail: "The newly married husband is quite enthusiastic, and he is not afraid of life at all..."

After hearing too many jokes, Cheng Yanping didn't take it seriously.

The two came to the vegetable field outside the town. Zhao Hou's vegetable field had four or five ridges, covered with green plants, but Cheng Yanping didn't know any of them.

Zhao Hou made a shelf for the vegetables while explaining to him.

"Although Longmen Town is close to the outskirts, there are many merchants coming and going. They brought many novel seeds, such as big pumpkins that can climb vines, and sour and sweet tomatoes."

After this introduction, Cheng Yan's hair grew.

Zhao Hou grew a lot of vegetables, including peppers, eggplants, tomatoes, cucumbers, beans and so on.

"Master, how can you tell the difference between so many dishes?"

Zhao Hou thrust the bamboo pole into the soil with all his strength, "Practice makes perfect, after you stay here for a year or two, you will be able to recognize it." He pointed to a clump of green not far away.

"That's my field too, I planted some melons and watermelons, etc..."

He was interrupted by Cheng Yanping before he finished speaking. He clapped his hands excitedly and said, "I love watermelon the most. In the past, people in the mansion would always remove the seeds from the watermelon, and then Put it in the ice and eat it after chilling, it is the most comfortable to eat iced watermelon in hot weather, but unfortunately I am weak, my mother won’t let me eat more.”

Zhao Hou, who was working, froze for a moment, then looked at Cheng Yanping fixedly.

In the mansion, servants, ice.

Looking at it again, Cheng Yanping was in high spirits under the sun, even in coarse linen clothes, it was hard to hide his demeanor.

He lowered his eyes, as expected of everyone's son from the capital city, he was not of the same kind at all, and he was out of tune with Longmen Town.