The little sweetheart of the rough family

The lunch was very rich.

Eight dishes filled the table to the brim.

Sweet and sour pork ribs, braised eel joints, steamed meat with rice noodles, crucian carp soup, shredded lettuce in cold salad, stir-fried bean sprouts with leeks, roasted pork with dried tofu, and stir-fried amaranth.

Normally, Cheng Yanping would have forgotten himself with joy, but today he was a little absent-minded. I don't know how much Zhao Hou heard what he said to Grandma Sun just now?

It's fine if you don't hear it, but what if you hear it?

Cheng Yanping's face burned when he thought of this, what would he think of him?Do you think he has bad intentions?Would you find him disgusting?Will you hate him?

"Bring another pair of bowls and chopsticks."

Zhao Hou glanced at him curiously, and it was only after the third time that Cheng Yanping came to his senses, he looked at him blankly, "But there are only four of us?"

"The empty bowls and chopsticks are for Grandma Sun's son, Hua Hua's father."

Zhao Hou leaned closer to him, his voice low.

There was a warm breath blowing by his ears, passing through his neck like a prairie fire, and directly penetrated into his heart, so that he couldn't hear anything clearly in his ears for a long time, only Drum-like heartbeat.

Cheng Yanping went to the cupboard to get a pair of bowls and chopsticks again, thinking over and over again, just wanted to ask Zhao Hou how much he had just listened to, but before he opened his mouth, Huahua rushed in like a gust of wind, pulling him with one hand, Pulling Zhao Hou.

"Brother Immortal, Uncle Zhao, hurry up, I'm starving to death..."

After the four of them were seated, Huahua's eyes were fixed on the plate of sweet and sour pork ribs, her saliva was about to come down, but she didn't dare to move her chopsticks. When she was at home, her mother-in-law always said that she was out of shape, and she always ate it first. Every time, you have to bear a chopstick.

Over time, I remembered that children cannot eat before adults move their chopsticks.

Zhao Hou got up and poured a glass of realgar wine for Grandma Sun, and poured another glass for himself and Grandma Sun's son. When he was about to sit down, he saw Cheng Yanping, who was sitting opposite him, looking at him, so he held up the wine jar ask.

"You too?"

Cheng Yanping shook his head first, then nodded, and finally he was so nervous that he didn't know whether he wanted to drink or not.

Zhao Hou's hand was in mid-air just like that.

In the end, it was Grandma Sun who said, "Let's pour it for the younger generation during the holidays today."

Cheng Yanping secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling more and more bored in his heart, he has stayed at Zhao Hou's house for quite a while, eating and sleeping together every day, what is he so nervous about when he is fine?

Huahua looked at the emptiness in front of her, pouted her mouth and shouted, "I want it too, Uncle Zhao is the most partial, why don't you give me a wine glass?"

Grandma Sun beat her up.

"Children don't understand any rules in the family. Is this wine drunk casually?"

Tears immediately appeared in Huahua's eyes, but she didn't dare to cry out in front of Grandma Sun, she just hung her head down, looking aggrieved.

Cheng Yanping picked up a piece of spare ribs for her, and comforted her softly: "Huahua is good, can't you just drink it when you grow up?"

The child's tears came and went freely, and after hearing this, he bit his ribs and laughed again.

"Then I have to grow up quickly so that I can drink earlier."

After lunch, Grandma Sun took Huahua back to take a nap. At first, Huahua was reluctant and insisted on sleeping with Cheng Yanping, but Zhao Hou's house only had one bed, and it was a bit crowded for two grown men. Last Huahua, I'm afraid she has to stack Arhats to sleep.

There are a lot of dishes for lunch, and there are still a lot left.

When Zhao Hou sent Granny Sun out, he warned: "Don't bother cooking tonight, and come home to eat."

When he came back after sending people off, he saw Cheng Yanping clearing the table.

Compared with when he just came here, Cheng Yanping has made great progress. He wiped the table with a rag, and his movements were not unfamiliar at all, as if he was used to it.Zhao Hou looked at his thin back, and his slender waist that twisted as he wiped the table.

His throat rolled, and his mouth became dry for a while.

Xu Shi hadn't drank for a long time, so he drank a few more glasses today, so he went to the well and drank two well water, and washed his face by the way.

When returning to the house, the two almost collided.

Cheng Yanping lowered his head and moved a little to the left, wanting to let Zhao Hou pass first, but Zhao Hou also made a step to the right, and the two faced each other again.

Almost at the same time, Cheng Yanping took another step to the right, and Zhao Hou also took half a step to the left.

This went back and forth three or four times.

Cheng Yanping couldn't take it anymore, looked up at him, and shouted loudly: "Zhao Hou, what do you want?"

Zhao Hou was full of suspicion, not knowing why Cheng Yanping got angry.

He took two steps back, let Cheng Yanping go first, and then went back to the house.

When he was lying on the bed, he couldn't sleep for a long time, and when he was in a daze, he heard a voice next to his ear.

"I... naturally like it too..."

does he like him

What do you like about him?

He is just a hunter, and he doesn't even know a few big characters.

......

After Cheng Yanping finished his work, he didn't know who he was angry with, so he just sat on the porch and didn't go back to his room to take a nap.

Sleepy in spring, lacking in autumn and taking a nap in summer.

He dozed off angrily, his head bit by bit like a chicken pecking at rice.

In the dream, he saw Zhao Hou holding a spatula in his hand, and looked at him with disdain, "Who wants you to like it..."

He desperately wanted to explain, but he couldn't speak.

Just when he was so anxious that he was about to cry, someone called his name.

"Yan Ping, Yan Ping..."

Cheng Yanping woke up suddenly, only to find that there were still tears hanging from the corners of his eyes. He hurriedly wiped away the tears and went out to meet him. In fact, he didn't need to look at him to know that it was the mayor.

He is the only one in Longmen Town who can call him that.

The mayor, Xu Shi, had drunk wine at noon, his cheeks were flushed, and he was holding two pots of jasmine in his arms. When he saw Cheng Yanping, he stuffed the two pots of flowers into his arms.

"I raised these two potted flowers with all my heart, and now I'm giving them to you. It's my congratulations on your housewarming."

It doesn't matter how drunk the man is, he almost knocked Cheng Yanping down when he gave it off so suddenly, Cheng Yanping staggered back two steps before barely standing still, before he had time to speak, The mayor hooked his shoulders.

"The congratulatory gifts are all here, please invite me to have tea at home soon. Let me tell you, I can't wait to see your new home."

He is not tall, and he had to tiptoe to hook Cheng Yanping's shoulder.

Cheng Yanping was afraid that he would fall, so he arched his shoulders and shrugged his back, "Uncle Zhang, the house is not fully furnished yet, so it would be better to invite you to come and see it when we officially move in two days."

Hearing this, the mayor lost his temper like a child.

"I don't care, I want to see it today."

Poor Cheng Yanping was holding two pots of flowers in his arms, and his body was weak. He couldn't bear the drunk mayor's tossing, and blurted out: "Zhao Hou, Zhao Hou, come and save me!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Hou rushed out with a dark face, grabbed the mayor's wrist, and then threw him to the ground with force.

The mayor probably drank a lot of wine, but he didn't cry out in pain when he was thrown, and fell asleep while lying on the ground.

After a while, there was a loud snoring sound.

"He bullied you, old man?"

Zhao Hou already had a fierce look on his face, but Cheng Yanping shuddered when he was frightened, "No, he just came to give me flowers... I want to visit my house..."

Send flowers?

Zhao Hou kicked the mayor's ass.

It's shameless for an old and unrefined person to send flowers to confuse people's hearts.

Cheng Yanping was afraid that Zhao Hou would beat him up in a fit of anger, so he hurriedly said: "Uncle Zhang didn't bully me...you don't want to beat him."

Zhao Hou snorted coldly, turned around and pulled him back.

Cheng Yanping struggled twice, "I want to send the flowers home first."

Zhao Hou didn't let go, and dragged him to the next door.

When they got to the door, Cheng Yanping didn't go in again.Zhao Hou asked curiously: "Didn't you say to put flowers? Open the door quickly!"

Cheng Yanping dawdled for a long time, pushed the door open a small crack, and squeezed in like a fish swimming.

Zhao Hou just raised his foot to go in, but unexpectedly the door closed with a "bang".

Zhao Hou is so angry.

That is to say, Cheng Yanping was not in front of him, otherwise he would definitely give him a good lesson.

He's just a little heartless white-eyed wolf.

He served him with delicious food and drink these days, but in the end he didn't even have the qualifications to enter his house.

He hadn't been this angry for a long time, and there seemed to be clusters of flames rising in his chest.He paced around in place, and when he saw the mayor lying on the ground, he became even more angry.

Could it be that in his eyes, he is the same as that old non-cultivator?

After Cheng Yanping put the flowers away, he came out in a hurry and locked the courtyard door like a thief.

Zhao Hou snorted.

"Even if your family has mountains of gold and silver, the people of Longmen Town are not uncommon."

Cheng Yanping felt aggrieved, he just put potted flowers, why is he so angry?

......

At dinner, the atmosphere was not quite right.

Granny Sun ate two bites hastily and took Huahua back. Huahua wanted to play more at Zhao Hou's house, but the grandfather and grandson froze. Grandma Sun spoke harshly, while Huahua sat on the ground kicking her legs and crying.

Zhao Hou went to the room to get mung bean cakes, he wanted to give all of them to Huahua, but he put a few pieces back.

When Huahua saw the mung bean cake, her tears stopped immediately.

Bouncing around, he took Grandma Sun's hand and went home.

When Zhao Hou returned after seeing off the people, he found Cheng Yanping crying.

His eyes were red, and tears were falling down like beads.

Cheng Yanping didn't know why he was crying, as if he had suffered some great grievance, vaguely seeing Zhao Hou coming back, he couldn't help crying out loud.

Zhao Hou stood aside, feeling a little at a loss for a while.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yanping grabbed his sleeve and wiped away his tears and snot, then wrapped his arms around his waist, and leaned his head on his body.

"Zhao Hou, do you hate me?"

Zhao Hou shook his head, then thought that he couldn't see shaking his head, so he said: "I don't hate it."

No one would hate such a well-behaved, obedient and good-looking apprentice.

"Do you like me?"

The ensuing questions made Zhao Hou fall into a momentary confusion.