three feet away from me

Du Xingqing moved? A basket of sweet potatoes came back? He carried the lower edge of the basket, and dumped it into a small stone pool next to the wooden house. The spring water flows from the top of the stone pool, and the bottom bends into a small stream. Heh forward? Running.

The sweet potatoes are fat, and one is as big as half the palm of Du Xingqing. He rolled up his sleeves and knelt down by the water. inside.

Wen Xu Cong also raised his robe and squatted next to Du Xingqing, washing with them.

"Get up? Get up?" Du Xingqing pushed him with his elbow: "The clothes are wet? Will it happen again later? I'll wash it, get up quickly."

Wen Xu Cong put down the sweet potato, approached Du Xingqing and discussed with him: "Then I'll go..."

"Go and bring over the big watermelon we bought?" Du Xingqing interrupted him: "Beside the tiles under the eaves, the watermelon is ice-cold and sweet."

Wen? Xu Cong got up to hug the watermelon.

The figure gradually moved away? The water in the pool rippled round and round, and Du Xingqing's eyebrows and eyes gradually darkened.

When Wen Xu Cong walked over with the watermelon in his arms, Du Xingqing raised his head, smiling again: "Throw it in the pond, and we'll fish it after dinner."

Wen? Xu Cong put the watermelon on the edge of the pool, let it slowly float to the depths of the water surface, and even pulled it into the water with his hand: "Yeah."

"Like a child," Du Xingqing teased him: "You think this is a lantern?"

Without speaking, Wen Xu Cong just looked up at him.

"I was wrong? I was wrong." But now I am mistaken for the young master? An old hand, Du Xingqing washed the last sweet potato and put it in the basket, and pulled him up with one hand: "I'll get it for you Cook dinner, there is still a gourd duck on the street today, I bought one."

"Do you want me to light the fire?" Wen Xucong picked up a small basket and followed Du Xingqing into the kitchen.

"That..." The little boy still had some hope in his eyes, and Du Xingqing didn't want to discourage them too much, so he chose a compromise method: "I'll light the fire for you, you look at the fire." Enough?."

"Okay." Wen Xucong sat in front of the stove, straight and upright.

"I'll cook it later," Du Xingqing nodded his head amusedly: "Little fool, I still have to chop vegetables!"

At this time, the sun had not yet set, so it was a bit too early for dinner, but for the young master who got up late and ate several meals a day, this was not a problem.

thump, thud, thud, crackling, oil splashes everywhere, a few dishes of side dishes accompanied by a pot of porridge came out of the pot.

"Let's eat on that tree stump again!" Du Xingqing held two plates of vegetables in his hands, and wore an apron around his waist, and turned to greet Wen Xucong.

The tree stump they were talking about was the place by the stream, and the young master was illiterate, and could only speak of tree stumps and tree stumps.

Naturally, Wen Xu Cong didn't have any objections, and they walked towards the stream with their bowls and chopsticks.

Two people sat down next to the tree stump, each with a bowl of sweet potato porridge, enjoying the mountain breeze, bathing in the setting sun, and stealing half a day of leisure!

"Why do you always eat sweet potatoes and don't eat vegetables?" Du Xingqing was more worried than the old lady, and put a piece of duck leg meat on the small plate in front of Wen Xu Cong: "Why do I think you're thin again?"

The market at the foot of the mountain is located in a remote place, so the cooking is unavoidably rough. Duck meat is mixed with scallions and shredded ginger. Wen Xucong didn’t eat these seasonings before, but today, they answered while answering. Du Xingqing put the food in the small plate into his mouth very naturally.

"I don't have it." The little boy explained, chewing the food in his mouth slowly, then blinked his eyes, and swallowed it whole.

"You..." Du Xingqing stopped the chopsticks in his hand, turned his head and looked at Wen Xucong, Wen Xucong's pupils were clear, and he could see the bottom at a glance.

"Eat more." Du Xingqing retracted his eyes, picked out the green onion and ginger from the duck meat, and put it in front of Wen Xucong's eyes: "Don't drink porridge all the time."

"Are you? Are you unhappy?" The young man who had been drinking porridge suddenly raised his head.

"Ah!" Du Xingqing was taken aback.

"I want to make you happy," Wen Xucong's spoon stirred in the porridge bowl, and he lowered his eyes: "But? It seems that you are not? Very happy."

The author has something to say: Don't think it's short, woo woo woo, I was cheated today, please hug me!Damn liar!