The splendid years of a talented lady

Chapter 129 Sunny Day Doll (3)
"Don't fart, or our house should..." Su Xiazhi blocked his mouth after speaking halfway, and turned his two bright eyeballs to look at Min Lansheng like a thief: "I didn't say! I didn't Say!"

"Haha!" The reserved scholar who always smiled didn't hold back anymore, and laughed loudly as he patted the bed board with both hands.

Su Xiazhi's face turned pale with fright from the banging of the bed board: "Stop making trouble! What if it really collapses in a while!"

"If it really collapses, I'll stand on top of you, just like when we were happy, I'll be on top... to block everything that falls for you..." Xiucai stopped laughing and said softly.

"Scholar..." Su Xiazhi's petite heart was like riding a roller coaster. For a while, it was so high that it frightened her, and then it fell steadily, making her feel gentle and at ease.

"Called Mr. Xiang..." Min Lansheng approached her faintly.

"Hey!" Su Xiazhi immediately nodded in response.

"..." Min Lansheng was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that she had been taken advantage of by the lady again, and immediately turned over and rushed towards the sharp-mouthed thing: "Sir, I want to serve you to rest..."

The two people on the bed tossed and tossed for a while, like a calm river with stormy waves...

Min Lansheng and Su Xiazhi were just laughing like children, you squeaked me, I touched you, in the dark, the husband and wife twisted into a four-legged and four-armed monster, making a fuss heartlessly.

After the calm of the waves, Su Xiazhi's bellyband was tied around the scholar's waist, and Su Xiazhi was stripped into a white chicken by the husband!
"Hurry up and put it on for me!" Panting, she turned her back to Xiucai, and motioned him to fasten her bellyband quickly: "It's hot, stop making trouble..."

The scholar behind him quickly came over, first untied the apron that the lady had tied around his waist, and then put it around her neck with a chuckle: "Stingy..."

"You haven't told me why people in the village 'believe it or not'." Su Xiazhi brought up the old story again, apparently still not understanding the meaning of his words.

"If you believe the ghosts and gods, you don't believe them. Although the people in the village are in awe of ghosts and gods, but after all, no one has ever seen a god, so I say that from this point of view, everyone doesn't believe it."

"But I said it again, the collapse of our courtyard wall is a good omen given by the heavens, and it is the auspicious omen that the noodle workshop will make in the future. Naturally, everyone wants to hear such a conclusion, so everyone believes it."

"It can be seen that most of the neighbors in the village at the foot of the mountain still hope that you can do a good job in the workshop. The right time, place and people have already taken advantage of it. In the future, my wife will use dim sum to operate more. This workshop has a bright future."

Talking about the bright future of the noodle workshop, Min Lansheng spoke in an extremely calm tone.As in the success of this workshop, he thinks it is reasonable.

Niangzi is a woman.Although she is much more open-minded than most women, Min Lansheng understood when he picked her up on that rainy night: There is also a little girl living in the lady's heart, and she also has times of timidity and hesitation, so that petite little girl He must pamper, spoil, care for and accompany her to grow up little by little...

"You mean, our workshop will really have a bright future?"

"Of course." Min Lansheng nodded without hesitation.

"Alas..." Su Xiazhi was lying on his lap, staring at the top of the bed in a daze: "It would be great if it doesn't rain any more, after the first batch of goods are delivered, there is not much stock left in the workshop ..."

Dried noodles need to be dried after being stripped, and they are most afraid of rain. Nowadays, the vermicelli can only be dried indoors on cloudy days with several volts, and there is not much drying.

"It's easy!" Min Lansheng got off the ground immediately after hearing Su Xiazhi's rambling thoughts: "My husband can't make dried noodles. But my husband can help my wife get a clear sky."

The oil lamp was lit again, and Min Lansheng first took out the needlework basket from the closet and put it on the bed, then dug out a piece of cloth from the closet and sat down beside the bed.

"What are you doing?" Su Xiazhi, who had never seen her husband do needlework, also sat up and looked at him curiously.

Min Lansheng sat cross-legged under her body, squinted her eyes and smiled at the lady, full of childishness.

First cut the cloth head into a square with scissors, and Min Lansheng wrapped the reduced rags into the cloth head again. He held the cloth end in one hand and picked out a roll of twine from the sewing basket with the other hand to Su Xiazhi: "Cut a piece for me."

The three-foot-long hemp thread was twisted and twisted between Min Lansheng's fair fingers... The rags had a new look.

"Sunny Doll!" Su Xiazhi whispered. She liked to watch anime in her previous life and always thought that this thing was a special product of a certain island country.Unexpectedly, it unexpectedly appeared at the fingertips of the scholar.

"Sunny baby?" Xiucai looked up at him, her thick eyelashes were flickering like a small fan, the jealous Su Xiazhi always wanted to grab some of them with her hands.

I've never seen that man's eyelashes grow as beautifully as his...

"The name given by the lady is also good." Tie the puppet's body and round head with twine, and he went to the outer room with the oil lamp.

Su Xiazhi immediately followed out.

"Grind it a little bit," he said, and he unfolded the skirt under the puppet in his hand and placed it on the desk.

Taking the ink-soaked pen from the lady, he drew eyes and a smiling mouth on the puppet's face with only the tip of the pen while hanging his wrist, and drew a small broom on its hand.

"What do you call it?" Holding the puppet made by this scholar himself, Su Xiazhi couldn't put it down a little bit. In a blur, her mind kept traveling through ancient times and modern times...

Many fragments that cannot be forgotten in memory have been used.

"Sao Qingniang, isn't that what everyone calls it?"

Unlocking the latch and pushing open the door, the scholar moved the chair to the eaves, took the puppet from the lady's hand and tied it to the pillars under the eaves.

In the dark night, both of them looked up at the puppet smiling in the breeze.

"Ms. Sao Qing, my wife doesn't like cloudy and rainy days. You take a broom and look at the sky carefully. If there are dark clouds, you should quickly sweep them away. The dried noodles made by my wife have to feed many people. You must help her ..."

Jumping off the chair, Min Lansheng folded his hands and closed his eyes, praying softly to the puppet hanging under the eaves.

(End of this chapter)