Zhao Zhenhua waved the three of them inside, and Song Hongguo freed up her hands and came out of the kitchen. Her eyes immediately met Huo Minglou's, and they smiled knowingly.
"You're here? Sit down and have some tea first. There's another dish, which will be ready soon..."
In front of Zhao Zhenhua, Huo Minglou nodded implicitly and didn't say much, so as not to appear unsteady. After all, he was on the territory of his mother's family, so it was always right to be restrained.
Song Hongbing didn't need to act like this, and asked impatiently, "Doctor Song, can I take a tour of your big yard?"
Song Hongguo said, "Yes, you can change it as you like."
Song Hongbing did not forget to help his good brother fight for welfare, and asked with a smile, "Is it convenient to watch in the house?"
Song Hongguo glanced at Huo Minglou and saw that he was serious but with a flash of expectation in his eyes. She smiled secretly in her heart and said in a natural manner, "Okay, but I'm busy here and let my cousin show you around. "
Song Hongbing said hurriedly, "We are not outsiders, why are we so polite..." He said this, but his actions were different. He was already walking around side by side with Zhao Zhenhua. He was popular in the factory. Well, not only is he loyal, but he is also eloquent. Now, he has become Huo Minglou's mouthpiece.
While shopping around, I helped my brother to inquire about various things.
Zhao Zhenhua is also a man of trouble. The two of them are kindred spirits and have similar temperaments. They soon chatted enthusiastically together, and their intimacy was comparable to that of long-lost brothers.
One was interested in asking, the other was interested in inquiring, and they hit it off immediately.
Huo Minglou, the main protagonist, has become a foil.
Ling Yuan tugged on his sleeve, "Uncle Huo, let me take a look around with you."
Huo Minglou held his hand and said with a smile, "Okay."
The two of them also left. Seeing that Han Ying didn't move, Song Hongguo asked in confusion, "Why don't you go?"
Han Ying pointed at the two groups of people who hadn't gone too far and rolled his eyes, "Do you think I can join that group? I look like a lightbulb wherever I go, so I'd better not follow them and become an eyesore."
Song Hongguo was amused by her, "I'll walk around with you later."
Han Ying nodded. She really couldn't bear the scent, so she walked around the three rooms. Not to mention the strict rules and regulations everywhere, they were also kept so clean. It didn't look like a cooking place at all. In her impression, is there any restaurant in the countryside that doesn't have good food? But here, even the firewood is piled neatly, not messy at all, which makes people feel comfortable just looking at it.
In the dining room, there were various pots and jars on the shelves, as well as several pots of flowers. The orderliness still revealed a bit of elegance. What surprised her most was the bathroom, the large bathtub, the screen, the stone-carved pool, and the window sill. The flowers on the table and the towels on the shelves on the wall are all exquisite.
After reading it, she walked out and said enviously to Song Hongguo, "This is how you live your life. It's so comfortable. My grandpa lives in a two-story building arranged by the army, which is not as spacious as yours." …”
Song Hongguo said casually, "If you like it, you can buy a big house in the countryside and renovate it in the future. Although it's not as convenient as living in the city, there are many houses, so you won't feel aggrieved."
Han Ying had never thought about this before, but now, she was really tempted. She suddenly thought about the possibility of buying a house, "Are there any idle houses in this village?"
Song Hongguo said, "Yes, but it's not as big as my yard."
Almost at the same time, Song Hongbing was also asking this question. He couldn't help it. After walking around, he really missed this big courtyard. The place he lived in was so bright and spacious. It was a hundred times better than the Tongzi Tower.
He could grow flowers and vegetables, as well as fruit trees, chickens and ducks. He even went in to take a look at the toilet. It was not dirty at all. It was not at all what he thought it was. Why did he hesitate?
Now that the two of them were barely acquainted, Zhao Zhenhua couldn't say enough about him, "There are indeed two houses for sale in the village, but they are not as big as my cousin's house. If you want, I can take you to take a look. But I think you’ve lost all your ideas since you went there.”
Song Hongbing was puzzled, "Why?"
Zhao Zhenhua pointed at the prosperous scenery around him and said with a smile, "Do you think all the courtyards in the village are like this? Wrong, this is the only one. The other places are in tatters..."
Song Hongbing said subconsciously, "I know, I definitely have to deal with it..."
Zhao Zhenhua shook his head and interrupted, "This is not a matter of cleaning up. There are many hard-working people in the village, but no family can be like this. There are also some with big yards full of vegetables, but my cousin's place is different. It’s the same, what can I say, it’s just not as organized and nice as my cousin’s place, it’s not about growing flowers and vegetables…”
Song Hongbing came to his senses, "I understand, even if I don't have Dr. Song's vision and taste, I still have a big courtyard, a person with aesthetic ability, and a person who understands life. Naturally, he is more upright and comfortable than others." ."
"Yes, yes, that's what it means."
Therefore, not everyone with a big yard can make it look like this. Maybe it’s just a big vegetable garden.
Song Hongbing regretfully stopped thinking, and for a moment he envied Huo Minglou. After marrying Song Hongguo, he would be able to live in this big house.
At this moment, Ling Yuan led Huo Minglou out of the side door and was standing on the weir of the plot to look at the fruit trees. He explained very fluently with his small mouth, "My mother said there are hundreds of trees in this big pear tree." It’s New Year, and Uncle Huo came a little late, and the pear blossoms are almost gone. A few days ago, the snow was white and white, which is called beautiful. I heard from my cousin that the fruits are a bit small..."
"The apple trees planted in that row are Guoguang varieties. They were just planted this year and they have bloomed. However, my mother said that most of them will not bear many apples this year..."
"Those are hawthorn trees. Mom said that when they are harvested in the fall, they will be used to make candied haws for us to eat. They are sour and sweet, so delicious..."
"There are also cherry trees and fig trees, and there are grapes, peach trees, apricot trees, jujube trees, and papaya trees in the backyard..." Ling Yuan clasped his little hands and counted them to him one by one carefully.
Huo Minglou waited for him to finish and said softly, "Your mother is very capable."
Ling Yuan immediately puffed up his chest and said "Hmm" proudly. Feeling that it was not enough, he added, "My mother can grow everything. Those flowers and plants are beautiful, and there are vegetables in the garden. Everyone who sees it will appreciate it." To exaggerate the future, there is also wheat. You see, among the wheat in the village, my family’s wheat ears are the most plump and honest. Ah, there is also watermelon. Mom said, you can eat it in another half a month. By then, Also give it to Uncle Huo..."
Huo Minglou touched his head, his brows warm and soft, "Okay."
"time to eat!"
Han Ying shouted at the top of his lungs, and everyone walked quickly to the kitchen. The big yard was nice to look at, but it couldn't resist the attraction of the delicious food. They had already reached the limit of their tolerance when they smelled the aroma.
The stone table under the persimmon tree is full of things. In addition to the crayfish on the C seat, braised pig's trotters, spicy chicken and pickled fish, they can definitely be the protagonists of the table. No one is inferior to the other, and the chess is domineering and strong. , like a hook sticking into the stomach, even if he has seen the big world and is as calm as Huo Minglou, he is ready to move.
Others were already swallowing hard.
