The little sweetheart of the rough family

This year's harvest is good, with plenty of sunshine, and the rice has turned yellow before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

When the wind blows, an eye-catching yellow wave rolls away. It's very gratifying. When you get closer, you can see an ear of golden rice that weighs heavily on the rice seedlings.

The sweet-scented osmanthus in the yard seems to have bloomed overnight, and the strong fragrance can be smelled from a distance.

Due to the busy farming season, the school also had a special holiday.

Adults and children flocked to the fields to grab the harvest. It was so easy to have a good harvest this year. If it was delayed by the rain, it would be a big loss.

The people in the town are familiar with their hands, and they are very quick to use the sickle. I saw that the hands kept moving, and the bunches of rice were neatly placed behind them. Some people cut the rice.

Some people use ropes to tie the cut rice into bundles, and then a strong man picks them up at home.

Of course, there are also women who are used to farm work and can carry hundreds of catties.

Seeing how enthusiastic the big guys are, Cheng Yanping hung a towel around his neck in style early in the morning, put on a straw hat, and held a sickle in his hand, looking eager to try.

Zhao Hou remembered the day when Cheng Yanping first moved to the next door.

It's just cutting the grass in the yard, but I can cry.

He wanted to persuade a few words, but Cheng Yanping was so happy, so he changed his words.

"You're a teacher, not a farmer. Go and make a few cuts and come back. Don't turn around and hurt yourself."

Cheng Yanping squinted at him, "Zhao Hou, don't underestimate people."

Big talk out,? You have to fight for your breath.

Cheng Yanping secretly made up his mind that he must advance and retreat with the others, and see what Zhao Hou has to say when the time comes.

Imagination is always beautiful, but reality is extraordinarily cruel.

Cheng Yanping went to the field fully armed, and was honorably wounded before cutting two handfuls of rice.

Although harvesting rice looks simple, it is also a technical job.

The angle of the person standing and the strength of using the sickle are all particular. Cheng Yanping saw that others were cutting quickly and well, so he couldn't help being impatient. He lost his sense for a while, and accidentally cut his own hand.

Hearing his miserable cry, Zhao Hou threw a load of rice on his shoulder to the side of the road, and ran over in a hurry.

With red eyes, Cheng Yanping raised his bloody hand in front of him, and said aggrievedly: "I've been hurt, so don't talk about me anymore."

Zhao Hou was angry and funny, and pulled him back.

When I went back, I bandaged him up, and said: "You are an injured person now, so you should stay at home and rest, and you are not allowed to go anywhere, do you understand?"

Cheng Yanping let out a "hmm".

Once Zhao Hou left, he was the only one left in the house, so it was strangely deserted.

Da Huang ran off to play somewhere, while Xiao Hei lay on the courtyard wall and stared at the sparrows parked beside him.

Cheng Yan was usually bored, saw the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard, and remembered that when he was in the capital, he would collect some sweet-scented osmanthus with his servants at home in autumn, and after drying, he would either make tea or Make sweet-scented osmanthus honey.

He went into the house to find a clean cloth, collected some clean sweet-scented osmanthus, and dried them in a dustpan.

Later, he saw that the chrysanthemums in the yard were blooming very well, yellow, white, pink, clusters of extraordinarily energetic, and he picked some carefully, and then dried them together to make chrysanthemum tea.

Zhao Hou didn't know where the internal fire came from, and the corners of his mouth were blistering these days.

Chrysanthemum tea is best for reducing fire.

Thinking of Zhao Hou getting angry, he went to the next door to pick a few pears and made a pot of pears with rock sugar, so that Zhao Hou could be defeated.

It's too early to finish all this.

Cheng Yanping took a broom and swept the outside of the house again, moving things that should be moved, moving things that should be moved, so busy that he couldn't be idle for a moment.

Seeing the sun getting higher and higher.

Thinking that they were all doing farm work outside, it was really hard work, and he was the only one resting at home, so he always felt a little embarrassed, so he washed rice and planned to make lunch.

Since coming to Longmen Town these days, he hasn't learned other jobs.

Cooking and lighting are his strengths. Even Zhao Hou praised him for his good cooking. When it's time to add firewood, add firewood, and when it's time to lighten the fire, keep it low.

Every time he was praised, he always looked proud.

"You're so stupid, that's tacit understanding."

Tacit understanding, what a word.

Zhao Hou was cooking next to the pot, and he was lighting the fire. The cooperation was perfect, which is called tacit understanding.

As for when he developed such a tacit understanding, he didn't know, maybe it was because they lived together every day after they got married, right?

Cooking is easy.

It's nothing more than putting in the right amount of water and paying attention to the heat.

But cooking stumped Cheng Yanping.

He looked at the ingredients in the kitchen, and felt worried. There was no reason for Zhao Hou and the others to work hard outside for a day, and they wouldn't even be able to eat a hot meal when they came back.

How can you be a husband like this?

Cheng Yanping thought, he didn't see Zhao Hou stir-fry for a day or two, and he saw that it was almost the same, it was nothing more than frying with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

Just do it.

The pork ribs were delivered by Butcher Zhu early in the morning. Cheng Yanping held up a kitchen knife in both hands and gestured at the ribs for a long time. The ribs flew far away with the knife, and he hurriedly picked them up, cleaned them and put them on a plate.

In the past, I saw Zhao Hou cooking in a calm and unhurried manner, why is it so difficult when it's his turn?

It was so easy to chop the spare ribs, only to find that the big ones were big and the small ones were small when I washed them.

Cheng Yanping thought that anyway, it doesn't matter if the pork rib soup is bigger or smaller, as long as it is cooked and can be eaten.

So I went directly to the pot and put water.

After boiling, you can already smell the aroma of meat.

Cheng Yanping was overjoyed, it's not difficult to cook secretly.

After all this busy work, he actually tossed out four dishes and one soup.

Tofu with green vegetables, eggs with green peppers, roasted pork with dry seeds, stir-fried edamame, and a pork rib soup.

Looking at the dishes on the table, Cheng Yanping was extremely satisfied and proud, and was about to go out to call them back for dinner, when he saw Zhao Hou and Sun Erde walking towards them from a distance.

He happily trotted to Zhao Hou's side.

"Your husband has worked hard, go back and wash your hands and eat."

Zhao Hou looked up at the sky.

Huh?

The sun didn't come out from the west today.

When he entered the hall and saw the dishes on the table of the Eight Immortals, he was immediately dumbfounded.

"You did it?"

Cheng Yanping didn't have time to talk to him, and time was precious during the busy farming season, so Sun Erde's family was here to deal with it at noon.

Sun Erde chuckled, "Brother Hou, you really found the right person for my sister-in-law. Not only is my sister-in-law good-looking, she can also read and write, and she can even handle housework inside and out."

He patted Zhao Hou on the shoulder.

"Brother Hou, what a blessing!"

Huahua also clapped her hands and applauded, "I've never eaten the food cooked by Yan Ping's godfather."

Grandma Sun also nodded in satisfaction. In the past, he knew that Zhao Hou did all the work in the kitchen, and privately persuaded Zhao Hou, saying that the people in the room should not be pampered like this.

Zhao Hou didn't argue, just smiled.

But today, Cheng Yanping really gave him a face.

Cheng Yanping was a little overwhelmed by the praise, and hurriedly served another meal for everyone.

Huahua was very hungry, and as soon as she received the rice bowl, she picked up a chopstick and put it into her mouth.

"puff......"

As soon as the food was put into his mouth, it sprayed out, and it just hit Sun Erde who was sitting opposite him.

Grandma Sun raised her chopsticks, "Huahua, how did Grandma teach you on weekdays..."

Huahua felt extremely wronged, she hid to the side, and stared at Zhao Hou, "Godfather, this dish is too salty! Really, if you don't believe me, try it."

After all, she was her own granddaughter, and Grandma Sun also knew that Huahua would not do this for no reason, so she put a piece of dried tofu into her mouth.

She didn't spray, but covered her mouth and coughed a few times.

Seeing this, Sun Erde quickly picked up a piece of tofu.

The tofu is not salty, but it has no taste at all, as if it was boiled in water.

The three of them were a little embarrassed for a while.

Only Zhao Hou ate his food with a dull head. He ate with big mouthfuls as usual. Cheng Yanping also took a bite of his own cooking. It was even saltier than the pickled ones. He hurriedly snatched the chopsticks from Zhao Hou's hand. .

"Don't eat it, I dumped these dishes."

Zhao Hou snatched the chopsticks back, took a big chopsticks dish and put it into his mouth.

"I think it tastes good, really!"

He looked at Sun Erde.

Sun Erde forced a smile, "We are all country folks, we don't have to be so particular. Just eat as much as you want, why do you care about these." After speaking, he also ate a piece of tofu.

Several dishes, salty and light.

The most outrageous thing is the pork rib soup, with a thick layer of oil floating on it.

Zhao Hou took a sip, his throat was almost covered with oil.

"What did you put in there?"

Cheng Yanping subconsciously replied, "I didn't put anything? I just put some ginger slices as you usually said. Then when the soup boiled, I put two spoonfuls of lard in it..."

Everyone you look at me, I look at you, I don't know how to react for a while.

Zhao Hou took a sip of his tea and suppressed it.

"Oh!"

After dinner, the three members of Sun Erde's family went back for lunch and had to be busy in the afternoon.As soon as the man left, Cheng Yanping couldn't bear it anymore, and sat alone on the porch, crying silently.

Zhao Hou sat down next to him, "Why are you crying again?"

Cheng Yanping leaned on his shoulder, choked with sobs and said, "I really wanted to help, but I didn't expect that the more I help, the more I get busier."

Zhao Hou kissed him on the forehead.

"This is the first meal you cooked for me. I think it's delicious. It's the best meal I've ever eaten in my life. I want to wait for the day when I'm too old to remember anything, and I will Remember the taste of today's food."

Cheng Yanping was amused by him again.

"How dare you make fun of me, and punish you to drink all the pork rib soup tonight."

......

After Sun Erde coaxed Huahua to sleep, he quietly left the room.

There was no one on the street at noon, so Sun Erde looked around, and walked directly into the small courtyard beside him.

The small yard smells of beans.

"On the other hand, you are full of energy. You don't feel tired after working all morning."

The woman's slender fingers touched his forehead, and there was a burst of sweet smell.

Sun Erde hugged him into his arms, "You lost your man, and my woman ran away, why don't we live together. Although I, Sun Erde, have no great skills, as long as I have something to eat, I will have yours."

Mrs. Xu put her hand on his lips.

"Don't rush to talk big, you can marry me if you want, I don't have any other requirements, as long as you have three matchmakers and six hires, and the one who is married by the bright matchmaker will carry me into the door of your grandson's house. Can you tell me if you can do it?"

Warm and soft in his arms, Sun Erde answered crisply and loudly.

"can!"

The author has something to say: a true story, when my roommate in college stewed pork ribs soup for the first time, he put in oil, and also put in salad oil! ! ! !