The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 256 Matching men and women, work is not tired

After Tong Tiehu's words fell, Tong Sanlang carried the wooden box into the kitchen.

"Let Sanlang help you. It is estimated that His Royal Highness King Wei will be here soon. If you have anything to prepare, prepare quickly." Tong Tiehu said again.

Following his words, Tong Sanlang put the wooden box on the ground, opened it, and took out brand new dishes.

Qiao Mai responded.

The cold dishes at the big stove are all ready, only the hot dishes are left, and she can fry them after the banquet.

"Okay, you two are busy." Putting these words aside, Tong Tiehu walked to other places.

His Royal Highness King Wei is coming, so he has to go and see the house that was cleared up yesterday, so he must not wrong this honored guest.

There were only two people left in the kitchen, and Tong Sanlang took out the dishes in silence.

Qiao Xiaomai pursed her lips, then subconsciously stretched out her hand to touch her face.

She put on light makeup today, did Tong Sanlang see it?

Just wondering, Tong Sanlang stepped out of the kitchen.

Joe Mai "..."

what's going on?
After a while, Tong Sanlang came in again, holding a bucket of hot water in his hand, and he wanted to wash the dishes with hot water.

He rolled up his sleeves, the wound he made with a knife yesterday had scabbed over.

Qiao Xiaomai stared at the small blood scab a few times, and the situation of last night got into his mind again.

She touched her nose uncomfortably, and didn't bother to care about whether the makeup was light or not, so she turned around and continued with the work in hand.

What to say?

Said she didn't do it on purpose?
Tong Sanlang probably didn't want to hear such dry words.

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Forget it, let's wait until she's sure what's on her mind before she speaks.

Thinking of this, she took out the pig's head and offal that had been marinated yesterday, and made some cold dishes.

At this time, Tong Sanlang had already cleaned the dishes, so she asked him to clean the small fish, snail and loach together.

There was a wooden basin between the two of them, sitting facing each other, and silently cleaned up all these things.

Then Tong Sanlang lit the fire, and Qiao Maimai started cooking.

The snails are made into snail stuffing.

The small fish are wrapped in new wheat-milled flour and deep-fried in an oil pan.

Loach soup.

Cooking for Yang Ye alone, she must use Lingquan water, she changed it quietly, but Tong Sanlang pretended to be blind and didn't see anything.

The two men and women matched each other very well.

Near noon, villagers came one after another, and the tables and chairs in the yard were also set up. Tong Dalang set up a table and put it at the door, and took a pen to record the gifts of each family.

Some brought eggs, some took copper coins, and the poorer ones brought wheat directly.

Qiao Changshun also came over with Qiao Dami in his hand. He took one hundred Wen and tied for first place with Jiang's family.

Qiao Qinghe also came. Although he was smiling, his eyes were full of tiredness that could not be concealed.

Mrs. Sun and Sun Junyan were driven to live in the fields, and the house was much quieter without them.

But the youngest son who had high hopes became like this, his energy and spirit seemed to be taken away by half, and he looked a lot older.

Qiao Changshun and Qiao Dami were sitting on the table next to the kitchen, very close to the gate of the courtyard. When they saw Qiao Qinghe, they hurriedly waved to him, "Dad, this way!"

Qiao Qing and Wen Yan looked over, he smiled and walked over.

"Where's elder brother and sister-in-law?" Qiao Changshun looked towards the door, but he didn't see Qiao Changfu, so he couldn't help being curious.

"Behind."

"Why aren't you together?" Qiao Changshun asked.

"They are working elsewhere." Qiao Qinghe explained.

Although Qiao Changfu's family and his and Sun Junyan's fields were planted together, these fields were not next to each other. It is very possible that Qiao Changfu and his wife went to this field and he went to that field.

Qiao Changshun accepted the explanation, and said with a smile, "Then when they arrive, let's sit together."

Eight or nine people can sit on a table.

(End of this chapter)