Farmhouse pretty cook

Chapter 1090 Noon
Duan thought her serious face was cute, but he didn't have much confidence in Bao Er.

After lunch, the sun outside is so bright that it can make people oily.

After eating, Rhubarb lay in the shade of the eaves, motionless, his tongue was still sticking out, and it seemed that the heat was unbearable.

Fang Qi put the bowls and chopsticks in a basin, and went to the pond in front of the door to wash the dishes.

It was not easy to see a meaty meal at home, and even the oil in the bowl was soaked in hot water for tea.

Fang Xiaomei ate a little too much, so Fang Shishi hugged her and walked by the door, patting her on the back, for fear that the little girl would not be able to bear it and would vomit again.

Duan refused to take another nap, so he sat at the door, holding a machete, and chopping bamboo.

He learned the skill of weaving baskets from Lin Shu, and he was not very proficient, but he felt that Fang Shiyi's kitchen seemed to be short of these things, and he had to learn it so that Fang Shiyi would have more things to use.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Fang Shiyi coaxed the little girl to sleep with his thin shoulders.

The little girl tilted her head on her shoulder, sleeping wheezingly, so sweet.

Dumb smiled at her, "I'm not sleepy. Didn't you say you were going to walk the darts in two days? I'll prepare some more things for the two of them. I'll make a few more sets this evening, and you can exchange them for money later. , leave it to Fang Qi."

"If I need it, I will prepare it myself." Although he picked it up by himself, if he is too diligent, he always feels that something is wrong, it feels so awkward.

Dumb still smiled silly, "It's okay, I'm idle anyway!"

Fang Shiyi twitched the corners of his mouth, carried the little girl back to the house, carefully put her under the mosquito net, and covered her belly with a piece of clothing.

Put down the mosquito net and cover it carefully to prevent mosquitoes from flying in.

As soon as he turned around, he suddenly thought of the agreement with Qin Wu.

But how can we fool Fang Qi and Duan?

Soon, Fang Qi came back with a clean bowl, her hands were stained with oil, and she sniffed it vigorously, reluctant to wash it off.

"Sister, don't you take a break at noon?" Fang Qi's face was flushed red.

"You sleep first, I'll go out!" Fang Shiyi planned to go out to scout the terrain and act tomorrow.

When she reached the door, Duan asked her, "Where are you going?"

"I'll go around the village, you don't have to worry about it!" Fang Shiyi didn't want to lie, but on second thought, if she didn't tell, so what?
Fang Shiyi put on the straw hat he wove himself, and put on an old machete, it was cut, and it was useless, so use it to beat people at critical times!

"Then be careful yourself, don't run too far!" Duan was still worried, he had a lot to consider, Fang Shiyi was too weak, if she met those people, would she be able to retreat completely?
"I know!" Fang Shiyi waved his hand impatiently.

Not long after she left, Da Huang got up, stuck out her tongue, and chased after her.

so hot!

Fang Shishi was so sun-baked that he couldn't open his eyes. The small trees and grasses on the roadside all drooped their heads, listless and listless, as if they might die at any moment.

In fact, as long as it rains, it doesn't need to be too heavy, they will immediately come to life and be refreshed instantly.

The muddy ground is a little bit better, it won't be like the concrete floor, which is hot and scalding.

There are also hard-working people in the village who don't take a nap, and do what they can in the shade.

Xiaopang squatted at the door of his house, sitting on the ground with his legs spread apart, with a few lumps of mud in front of him.

Not all mud can be played with, some mud from small ditches, or mud from ponds, commonly known as stinky silt, has a foul smell, which is not the material that should be used for playing with mud.

(End of this chapter)