The little sweetheart of the rough family

Zhao Hou went to the utility room with a dull head and took out the fishing net and put it on his shoulders, took a bamboo basket and hung it on the handle of the fishing net, then went straight out of the courtyard gate, passing by Yan Ping's side, he didn't even look at it him.

"Master, where are you going?"

Cheng Yanping dodged to the side, and was almost hit by the fishing net. Seeing that Zhao Hou was about to go far away, he hurriedly yelled.

Zhao Hou didn't want to answer.But after walking a few steps, I felt that since I became a master, I must look like a master. If nothing happened, the mayor would catch the handle, and he would nagging endlessly when he turned around.

He stopped, but didn't look back.

"Go make dinner tonight."

Seeing him stop, Cheng Yanping ran over quickly.In the past, it was the same in the capital. There was nothing to do during the long days. Apart from writing, reading, painting and calligraphy, the most anticipated thing every day was what to eat in the morning?What to eat for lunch?what's for dinner?What snacks do you have at noon, and what tea do you drink in the afternoon?Little things like that.

The same is true when you think about it carefully.

Seventy years of life is rare in ancient times, and in just a few dozen years, three meals a day are not the top priority.

"Master, just now I saw that the seedlings are so green that they are not much different from weeds. If cattle, sheep, or horses pass by, don't they want to wipe them all out?"

Zhao Hou groaned and said after a long while: "Worry blindly!" The people living in Longmen Town are all peasants, they have lived on the mountain and raised on the land for generations, how could they not know this?Naturally, on weekdays, they would take care not to let these livestock get close to the seedling fields.

Cheng Yanping always felt that something was wrong with Zhao Hou today, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, as if he was having sex with someone.

But?

He racked his brains and couldn't figure out who offended him. Although Zhao Hou was also in Longmen Town, he was withdrawn. Apart from meeting him for most of the day, he was also the mayor of the town.

Could it be the mayor?

But it's not right, the mayor didn't even meet him face to face.

Cheng Yanping frowned and pondered, but couldn't figure it out for a long time, only felt that the man's mind was really hard to guess.

Didn't Kuang Chengri say that men should be broad-minded and open-minded?

Why did Zhao Hou not work anymore.

Cheng Yanping glanced at Zhao Hou's chest from the corner of his eye. He was wearing a black sleeveless vest, with one hand resting on the handle of the fishing net.

Big.

Very big.

Very big.

Cheng Yanping's body is thin, so he can't compare with the strong Zhao Hou.He couldn't understand it. It stands to reason that with such big chest muscles, he should be the most generous person, but the reality is the opposite. His chest is smaller than a needle nose.

Thinking of this, he had a suddenly realized expression, and couldn't help saying to himself: "No wonder no one wants it so far?" My daughter's house is made of water, the most gentle and affectionate, and it should be held in the palm of my hand so as to coax it.

If she marries Zhao Hou, she is afraid that she will be pissed off to death, and she will go to coax him instead.

Zhao Hou had very good hearing and snorted coldly.

"That's why I don't want to!"

Cheng Yanping stuck out his tongue, smiled and complimented: "That is, that is, what kind of person is my master, how can ordinary people be worthy of it."

Speaking of excitement, he began to count Zhao Hou's benefits with his fingers.

"Master, you can go out of the living room and into the kitchen. Not only can you cook good dishes, you can also go hunting in the mountains. You are a model of virtuous and virtuous. If anyone can be my mistress in the future, it will be a good fortune in eight lifetimes." Woolen cloth."

Is this a compliment?

Zhao Hou glanced at him.

"Shut up, if you dare to say one more word, don't eat dinner!"

Cheng Yanping shrunk his neck, and did not speak any more.

The two came to the previous Cang Lake together, Zhao Hou put down the fishing net and handed the bamboo basket to Cheng Yanping.

"I'll catch fish in a while, and you'll be responsible for picking them up in the bamboo basket."

The shape of the fishing net is very peculiar. The main body is two baby-thick wooden sticks, which are in the shape of a "T", resembling a "ten" in the beginning. The fishing nets are tied along the two ends of the horizontal round wooden sticks, extending to the vertical wood. the first half of the stick.

The mesh of the fishing net is very dense, and the net bag is very deep.

Cheng Yanping was about to ask how this thing could catch fish, when he saw Zhao Hou put the fishing net into the small ditch, pressed it into the mud at the bottom of the water, held the wooden handle tightly with both hands, pushed it upwards diagonally, and stood up Fast and slow.

The small canal was not wide enough to pass with one foot.

Perhaps because of the perennial flow of water, both sides of the canal are covered with lush aquatic plants.

The moment Zhao roared, the speed was fast, and when the fishing net touched the aquatic plants on the shore, it slowed down again, and even shook twice.When the fishing net was taken back, there were some aquatic plants in it, but the harvest was quite fruitful.

There were actually several small crabs that he had seen earlier.

The crab is not big, but it is very flexible. Knowing that it is trapped, it wields two pincers and rampages in the net bag.

Zhao Hou put the net on the ridge of the field, "What are you waiting for, quickly get it into the bamboo basket."

Cheng Yanping's face was full of excitement, and he knelt down to catch the crab, but the crab was very fierce despite its small size, and it danced like a tiger with its pincers. It took him a long time to find a chance to strike.

"If you do things like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to have dinner until next year."

He bent down and threw the crabs into the bamboo basket one by one, and poured the pile of black things under the net bag into the bamboo basket.

Cheng Yanping curiously took one and began to study it.

This thing is very small, but the size of a fingernail, the shell is very hard, and it is still black, and some of them are covered with moss, which is a deep green.

"Master, what is this? Can this be eaten?"

While speaking, Zhao Hou's second net also came up. This net has more crabs, and some unknown small fish are jumping around in the net pocket. After Zhao Hou's previous demonstration, Cheng Yanping volunteered Come pick up crabs.

Seeing that he was busy playing, Zhao Hou threw the small fry back into the water for a while, and studied the aquatic plants for a while, so he reminded: "Be careful, if you get caught by a crab, then don't blame me for not... ..”

Good and bad spirits.

Before he finished speaking, Cheng Yanping screamed, stood up abruptly, and kept shaking his hands.

"what......."

It was loud and full of pain.

Seeing him like that, Zhao Hou thought it was funny again, put down the fishing net, walked in front of him, wrapped the man in his arms to prevent him from moving around and accidentally hurting himself, then grabbed his wrist, he stretched out his hand to pinch the crab's body, and then screw.

In the blink of an eye, only a solitary crab claw was left hanging on Cheng Yanping's finger, dangling unsteadily, and fell into the water by the wind.

The crabs in the ditch are small, so even if they are caught, they don't hurt much. Most likely, Cheng Yanping was scared by himself, that's why he cried so disregarding his manners.

He remembered that one autumn, people from the farm in the suburbs of Beijing brought some excellent crabs. He was very bored at that time, so he secretly went to the kitchen to get one to play with, but he was caught if he didn't pay attention.

For this reason, the fingers were swollen for several days, so the shadow fell.

The man's breath surrounded him, leaving him nowhere to escape. Cheng Yanping only felt his ears buzzing and his heart beating like a drum. Inexplicably, he remembered that night, his face was burning with shame, and he hurriedly fled from Zhao Hou. hug, breathing heavily.

Zhao Hou originally wanted to reprimand him a few words, but seeing his blushing face and tears in his eyes, he gave up again.

Pausing for a moment, he grabbed his wrist again and put Cheng Yanping's bitten finger into his mouth.

When the warm and humid feeling came, Cheng Yanping was stunned.

Countless tiny currents drilled into his heart through his fingertips, making it feel numb.There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his face was blushing to the point of dripping blood. After a while, he lowered his eyes and asked, "You... what are you doing?"

Zhao Hou looked at him suspiciously.

"Saliva can be disinfected, so as not to swell your head."

Young scholars with thin skin and tender flesh are naturally different from their rough skin and thick flesh.

"But...but..."

Cheng Yanping said "but" for a long time before he weakly squeezed out a sentence.

"But I also drool!"

Zhao Hou was stunned, he just did it without thinking about anything.Hearing Cheng Yanping's words, he became irritable for no reason.

Yes, everyone has saliva.

What the hell is he doing there?

Zhao Hou resentfully said "Oh".

Cheng Yanping was injured, and the rest of the work naturally fell on Zhao Hou alone.Zhao Hou only asked him to carry the bamboo basket, watching to prevent the crab from escaping.Cheng Yanping took this task and broke a branch from the side of the road. Seeing a crab was about to climb up, he waved at it fiercely and knocked it back down.

Seeing that he was enjoying himself there alone, Zhao Hou let him go.

It was already evening when the two returned.

The setting sun turned half of the sky red, Zhao Hou first roughly washed the snails several times in the Cang Lake, and then remembered that Cheng Yanping was caught just now, and he hadn't had time to answer his questions in the future. "This is an escargot. When you go home and raise it for a few days, you can make a spicy snail after you spit out the mud inside."

Thinking of the spicy taste of snails, Zhao Hou's throat rolled.Turning his head, he saw Cheng Yanping looking at him with clear eyes, "Is it delicious?"

Zhao Hou chuckled lightly.

This little scholar is really greedy, as long as he talks about eating, he always asks if it is delicious?

"It's delicious, take a bite..." He paused for a while, but couldn't find a suitable word to describe it. He simply waved his hand and said impatiently, "It's delicious anyway."

There was light in Cheng Yanping's eyes, and he also swallowed.

"Then how long will the snail be raised?"

Zhao Hou deliberately deceived him.

"About six or seven days, and there is no fixed number. In short, the snails have to spit out the mud."

As soon as the words fell, an extremely disappointed "ah" sound came from beside him.

"How long do you have to wait?"

Even if he didn't look at it, Zhao Hou could still think of the expression on his face.

The setting sun stretched the figures of the two people very long.

The two talked all the way back home.

As an injured person, Cheng Yanping got a special permit so he didn't have to work. He moved a ponytail and sat opposite Zhao Hou, watching him work with his chin resting on his hand.

Zhao Hou worked very quickly. He removed the shells of the crabs, cleaned them up and put them in a porcelain dish.

The rest is the work of the kitchen.

Cheng Yanping watched him get into the pot hole to add firewood and fire, and then ran to the chopping board to chop vegetables, although he was busy, he didn't feel flustered at all.

There are two pots and stoves, as usual, one for cooking and one for cooking.

After the onion, ginger, garlic, dried chili and other seasonings were put into the pot, the kitchen was filled with a choking smell of oily smoke. Cheng Yanping went outside, leaning against the door and watching Zhao Hou standing in front of the pot. The spatula stirs from time to time, and the other hand skillfully puts salt, soy sauce, vinegar and other seasonings.

Cheng Yanping suddenly read something pleasing to the eye from this scene.

In the oily smoke, beads of sweat hung on the man's face, his expression was extremely focused, a little softer than the usual coldness.

Seeing that the vegetables were about to be fried, Cheng Yanping turned around and went to the well, fetched a bucket of water, poured it into a wooden basin beside it, and took a towel and hung it aside.

After finishing all this, Zhao Hou's voice was heard from the kitchen.

"Take the food to the main room and have dinner!"

Cheng Yanping likes to hear this sentence the most, eat.I always feel that these two words are full of expectations and joyful.

He brought the food to the main room, and obediently waited at the table as usual.

Stir-fried small crabs, bright in color, spicy and spicy, and served with a plate of vegetarian fried vegetables.

Zhao Hou never used a towel to wash his face, but this time after washing his face, he saw a towel hanging on the washstand, so he wiped it with a handkerchief.

After washing and going to the main room, under the candlelight, Cheng Yanping stretched out his hand to a crab leg on the plate like a greedy cat.

Zhao Hou just pretended not to see his quickly withdrawn hand, and sat down as usual.

"Eat it!"