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

Chapter 613 Are you afraid?

Tong Sanlang didn't wake up, Qiao Xiaomai carefully got out of bed to wash up.

There was not enough firewood, so she locked the courtyard door and went up the mountain to collect firewood.

It was already bright when she went down the mountain. After she went back, she made rice porridge and steamed egg custard.

After a simple breakfast, she started cleaning. Yesterday, the child's family just moved the things away, and the room was not cleaned up.

This busy work lasted until noon, and Tong Sanlang only woke up at this time.

Qiao Mai sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him with a worried expression, "Are you awake? How do you feel?"

As a martial arts practitioner, Tong Sanlang regained his sanity the moment he woke up.
He tried to raise his arm, and then a slight embarrassment appeared on Jun's face, "I'm a little tired."

The body has been hollowed out.

Hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai blinked, "Obviously I was the one who was treated like this, but why does it feel like you have been treated so-and-so."

This is a good question, Tong Sanlang was silent for a moment, then opened his mouth and said, "Joe Fox."

Hearing these three words, Qiao Xiaomai laughed out loud, "Are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid, I'd rather die on you." Tong Sanlang looked serious.

"You can't die." Qiao Xiaomai glanced at him reproachfully, then stood up, "I'll bring you some water to wash you up."

The meal cooked in the morning is not eaten until noon.

Tong Sanlang was holding a bowl of steamed eggs, eating slowly with a spoon, Qiao Maimai spread out the rice paper, ready to draw the patterns printed on the dishes.

Tong Sanlang watched her movements and suggested, "I think it's better to draw some ears of wheat, just like the umbrella I gave you."

"That won't work. When the guests come to eat at home, they will all bring bowls with my print on them. What will it look like?" Qiao Maimai retorted him. She used the brush as a fountain pen, and drew a cute blue fat man with a few strokes.

"What is this?" Tong Sanlang was puzzled.

"This is a mascot, it has everything in its pocket." Qiao Mai explained a series of stories about Fatty Blue, and she also took out a pillow of Fatty Blue from the space and showed it to Tong Sanlang.

"I liked it the first time I saw it when I was a child. I always hoped that a mother would come out of it, Santa Claus would come out of it, and everything I wanted would come out of it."

Tong Sanlang nodded after listening, "That's it."

What a wonderful expectation.

Have a childlike innocence!
"What do you want to draw?" Qiao Mai asked him.

"Mai Sui, give me a set alone, I will use it alone, and hold you in the palm of my hand every day."

Joe Mai "..."

She couldn't help laughing again, "Okay."

Tong Sanlang was weak, so the two of them didn't do anything all day long, just lying at the desk to write and draw.

Soon at night, Tong Sanlang was able to get out of bed, and he lit a fire for Qiao Maimai to make dinner.

I ran out of oil at home. I bought some lard yesterday, and Qiao Xiaomai was going to make lard.

Cut the pork suet into small pieces and put it in the pot, and burn it slowly over medium heat. The white pork suet will soon ooze oil and water.

The frying leftover from oil refining is also a delicious dish. Qiao Mai used one pot to refine oil and one pot to stuff white rice.

Lard residue bibimbap, delicious and simple and convenient.

This is the first time Tong Sanlang has seen this way of eating. The staple food here is wheat and millet. In the past, the leftover oil residue from oil refining was fried with vegetables and steamed buns.

"Actually, it's all the same. It's delicious with steamed buns, and it's definitely not bad with rice." Qiao Mai filled a bowl of rice, and then spooned a spoonful of oil residue on the rice, "Try it, it's delicious .”

Tong Sanlang took it and was about to take the chopsticks when there was a knock on the door outside, "Sanlang, Mai, open the door!"

(End of this chapter)