Popular peasant wife: mountain man lacks training

Chapter 438 If You Like Her, You Should Give Her Warmth

"Let's hear it?" Lu Nanchuan looked at Geng Sang, showing a doting smile.

Geng Sang handed the sewing needle in his hand to Lu Nanchuan, and said coquettishly, "Then you help me thread the thread, I want double strands!"

"Okay, let's talk, let's see if we have a good understanding?" Lu Nanchuan laughed, and now he has a childish temper.

"I guess you mean glass, right Chuan Chuan?"

Geng Sang continued confidently, "I can easily think of glass and ceramics for easy-to-break objects, but there are some ceramic arts in ancient times that cannot be matched by modern times, and those things are still transparent, not glass. what!"

"Well, so Sangsang, you and I are the best match. If I say anything casually, you'll know what I'm talking about."

After Lu Nanchuan finished speaking, he handed the threaded needle and thread to Geng Sang, "Your needle and thread, didn't you expect me to thread it in so easily?"

Geng Sang nodded, originally wanted to see him, a big man, clumsily adjusting his mood with a needle, who knew that this would not bother Lu Nanchuan at all.

"When I didn't have you before, my clothes were torn, and I also needed to mend the clothes with needles and threads. Although I was not skilled, it was also done through needles and threads."

"You really know how to make glass?"

Geng Sang was curious, if Lu Nanchuan really knew how to make glass, then the windows at home could be replaced with transparent glass in the future, so the light in the home would definitely be much better. Sitting outside on a cold day, although there is sun, the temperature is negligible.

"No." Lu Nanchuan answered honestly.

He just understands the principle of glass firing, and he is the best at doing experiments. He only needs to find out the method of firing transparent glass. He doesn't need to do it himself, as long as he can fire a piece of glass. It's finished, and you don't need to worry about the rest.

Geng Sang sewed for more than half an hour, his fingers were almost frozen, and he couldn't even hold the needle and thread, so he put down his work and went to Lu Nanchuan's side.

"Chuan Chuan, do you like me?" Geng Sang asked while rubbing his hands.

Lu Nanchuan had just dipped in the ink, and there were four or five words left on this page. He turned his head and pecked her face lightly, and said while writing, "Don't you know if you like it or not?"

"Then have you ever heard a saying that if you like her, you must give her warmth?"

After Geng Sang finished speaking, he inserted his frozen fingers into Lu Nanchuan's collar. Lu Nanchuan was shocked for a moment, enduring the cold and not standing up straight, but letting Geng Sang's cold little hand rest on his back. Make trouble.

"Happy?" After writing the last word, Lu Nanchuan put the brush on the pen rest, then turned around, pulled her little hand into his arms to warm it, and scratched the tip of her nose and said helplessly.

Geng Sang buried his head in his arms, with smiles in his eyes, and said coquettishly, "Chuan Chuan, why didn't you respond, you are not afraid of the cold at all."

"Sangsang, have you heard that there is another saying that if you like her, you must make her happy?"

"Don't you like me and still dare to make me sad?" Geng Sang raised his head to look at him with widened eyes, "Chuan Chuan, tell me!"

"Don't dare, I hope you will always be happy, and it's best for us to be happy together, huh? It's just a pity—"

Lu Nanchuan raised his eyebrows jokingly, watching Geng Sang suddenly feel that something was wrong.

(End of this chapter)