Tofu Xishi: General Mo ran

Chapter 56: Decui Building ([-])
An Qihe rolled up the sleeves of his white underwear, revealing his muscular arms.As soon as he reached out, he took the colander for scooping soybeans, and scooped the soybeans in the pot into the sieve one by one.

He aired the soybeans for a while, then scooped a spoonful, put them into the soybean cave in the stone mill, and then walked to the side of the stick protruding from the stone mill, the muscles on his back tightened, and the stone mill relaxed Song turned around...

When Miao Douer woke up from the dream, she opened her eyes and saw An Qihe pushing the stone mill round and round in the dim light.

"...Sister?" Miao Dou'er was about to wake up, feeling as if she was still in a dream.She reached out and rubbed her eyes, and then her eyes gradually opened wide.

"Ah, why are you here, Mr. Xianggong? Put it down quickly! You are still in good shape, and you are wearing so little clothes, what will you do if you get sick again!" Miao Douer jumped up and rushed forward in two steps When she came to An Qihe's side, she put back the long robe that An Qihe had put on her just now with an anxious expression on her face.

An Qihe coughed slightly, turned around and smiled slightly: "I'm already recovering, I'm fine."

Miao Dou'er reached out and touched An Qihe's forehead, and then groped his body with a pair of small hands: "How can it be all right! The doctor said, your body needs to rest, and you haven't fully recovered yet, how can you do this job?" Woolen cloth?"

An Qihe was uncomfortable being touched by Miao Douer's delicate little hands. He was slightly embarrassed, and held Miao Douer's little hands with one hand: "It's okay, I'm a big man anyway, how can I see you every day?" Such a busy day, but lying alone in bed."

Miao Dou'er's hands were held by An Qihe's warm hands, and upon hearing this, a smile appeared on his face: "Could it be that Dou'er is not here, so my husband can't sleep?"

Miao Douer didn't wait for An Qihe's answer, so she dragged him aside and sat down.

"Dou'er grinds this pot of tofu to dry out, and then goes to sleep, okay?"

An Qihe smiled slightly: "Then let's grind together, finish this pot as soon as possible, and then go to bed together."

Miao Douer thought for a while, hesitated: "But your injury..."

An Qihe grabbed Miao Douer's hand, and pressed it on the wound on his shoulder that had almost healed: "Look, it's really all right."

Seeing that her husband was so persistent, Miao Douer agreed.

She put on the long robe for An Qihe, buttoned the clothes one by one for him, and then took the lead in standing in front of the stone mill, and said with a smile: "As expected of a gentleman, look, the soybean milk you grind is comparable to that of beans. Fine."

An Qihe walked up behind Miao Douer, stretched out his long arms, hugged Miao Douer into his arms, put his hands on both sides of Miao Douer's small hands on the long stick, and whispered in her ear: "Although I am injured It’s just right, but it’s still a man.”

Miao Douer, whose back was leaning slightly in An Qihe's arms, blushed, smiled, and did not speak, but following An Qihe's strength, the two just pushed the stone mill up.

In the cold winter night, inside the small tofu workshop, the air was warmed by the fire and the young couple.

From the small window of this workshop, some words floated out from time to time.

"Master, I can't do anything like this! How can I push this..."

"Then what to do, your stone mill is too small."

"You go to the opposite side and pull it."

"How can there be such a grinder, or I will push it, and you sit aside."

"That's not going to work... just... just push it like this."

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