After eating more than half of the meal and drinking almost all the wine, Song Hongguo went to the kitchen to cook noodles. The hand-rolled noodles were made from big bone soup. The soup base was milky white and the noodles were smooth and chewy. She pinched some green vegetable leaves and put them in. Lian Yan All values are there.
While she was serving the noodles, Huo Minglou walked in. Taking advantage of the opportunity to help carry the bowl, the two of them were finally able to say a few words alone.
"You've been tired today..." It must be very hard to cook so many dishes, all of which are hard dishes.
Seeing the distress in his eyes, Song Hongguo felt the sweetness of eating. No matter how hard it was, these words would calm everything down, "I'm fine. Just eat it if you like."
Huo Minglou said softly, "I like it very much, thank you, but I still won't cook so many dishes in the future..."
He was reluctant to give up.
Song Hongguo understood the unfinished words in his eyes and felt warm in her heart, but she couldn't help but joke, "So you don't want to eat my cooking anymore?"
Huo Minglou paused and said honestly, "I want to eat, but I don't want you to suffer."
Song Hongguo raised her eyebrows, "So?"
Huo Minglou said seriously, "I will help you in the future. My cooking skills are not good now, but I can learn them. Then we will work together and you won't have to work so hard."
Song Hongguo said with a smile, "Okay, I'll remember it."
"Um……"
Seeing that his eyes were getting more and more intense, Song Hongguo was not indifferent. She also wanted to get close to him, but the kitchen was semi-open, so if he did anything, it would be embarrassing if he was seen.
So I can only endure it.
Huo Minglou also knew in his heart that he originally planned to say a few words of apology, but after he was so close to her, some of his thoughts were out of control. He wanted to hug her, and really wanted to...
In the end, they couldn't hug each other, but the two of them held hands quietly, which was a comfort at least.
When the noodles were brought out, the three children couldn't eat any more. Song Hongguo didn't dare to ask them to eat any more. The stomachs of the little guys were bulging out, as if they were holding small watermelons. The whole garden looked at the snow-white noodles, and they felt interested. He sighed feebly, "I didn't expect that there would be a day when I couldn't eat noodles. Who would dare to believe it..."
Zhao Zhenhua warned him, "Don't say this when you go back, especially your cousins."
The whole garden is full of brats, "Don't worry, Dad, I'm not stupid. I won't tell anyone in our family."
He sometimes likes to show off, but there are some things that he cannot show off as it will make others jealous.
After finishing the meal, almost all the plates on the table were empty, which was a perfect implementation of Operation CD-ROM.
Ling Zhi took his younger brother to clean up, and Song Hongguo invited a few people into the main room of the main room.
At this time, it was already dark, and a kerosene lamp with a cover hung in the yard. The scenery was hazy, adding a bit of mysterious beauty.
There were candles lit in the main room, and the light became much brighter.
I hadn’t visited it before, so as soon as I walked in, Song Hongbing couldn’t help but admire it. He sat on the sofa, rubbed the soft cushions, looked at the flowers and plants on the shelf opposite, and said with emotion, "This house of yours" The tidying up here is so exquisite, it’s not much worse than that..."
Anyway, he has never seen anything more neat and comfortable than this one.
Of course Song Hongguo had to be modest about herself, "It's just a fool's errand."
Song Hongbing shook his head and sighed, "It's just such a haphazard plan. If you were serious about it, would you still leave a way for others to survive?"
Song Hongguo smiled and said, "How could it be so exaggerated as you said?"
Song Hongbing said with a sincere face, "Believe me, let alone our factory, even in the imperial capital, there are few companies that clean up so well. I'm really sad. If you don't believe me, ask Minglou."
Huo Minglou was looking at the stove. Hearing this, he said "hmm" without looking back.
Seeing this, Song Hongguo asked him, "Are you interested in this stove?"
Huo Minglou looked at her and didn't hide anything from her, "This stove is very cleverly designed. It can both cook and burn the kang. It is also beautiful and has a bit of a Western-style fireplace. This small iron door When you open it, you can fill it with firewood for heating. It’s a good reference here. The blue bricks here look like they were removed from an ancient building. The person who built this stove at that time was visionary and had some skills."
After listening to this, Song Hongguo thought to herself that it was exactly the same as what she was thinking at the time.
As expected of her boyfriend.
Song Hongbing murmured, "Just one stove, so many stoves?"
Zhao Zhenhua said with some reminiscence, "Uncle Cheng is indeed a capable person..."
To be precise, he is a man with a story. His face is full of vicissitudes of life, and his eyes are hard to see through. But he is very open-minded and open-minded in his behavior. Otherwise, his father would not rush to get to know him. It is a pity that he is a good person. Didn't live long.
Huo Minglou had other guesses in his mind, but he didn't know what to say at the moment. After looking at the stove, he looked at the stone-carved basin again.
This was carved by Zhao Zhenhua, and Song Hongguo gave him the money and the drawings. He carved it very finely, so the finished product naturally looked a little more delicate. In addition, there were water lilies planted in it and there were a few small fish swimming around. Suddenly he became more elegant and interesting, and he suddenly became a lot taller.
At this time, Han Ying came out of the master bedroom in the back room, her envy undisguised, "I want to live here with you and won't leave."
Song Hongguo said, "Okay, you can stay tonight, we can have a long talk."
Han Ying smiled bitterly and said, "I recently slept at my grandpa's place. I told him that I would go back later, but if I stay out all night, he will definitely not be happy. Forget it, next time."
Zhao Zhenhua invited a few people to drink tea. The tea was barley tea, which was good for relieving tiredness. There were some melon seeds and snacks on the coffee table, but no one was eating them now.
It's not that my mouth doesn't want to do it, it's that my stomach can't do it.
The adults drank tea and chatted in the main room, and the three children went into the second bedroom to play until nine o'clock. Huo Minglou asked to leave. He didn't want to leave, but he wanted her to rest early.
Song Hongguo prepared a return gift for all three of them. It was wrapped in oil paper bags and was heavy in her hands, weighing about two or three kilograms.
Zhao Zhenhua took the three of them to the foot of the mountain with her, exchanged a few words with her, and then watched them ride away.
The three of them were already prepared, using flashlights, but they were not afraid of not being able to see the road in the dark.
After the people left out of sight, Zhao Zhenhua also took Man Yuan home. Song Hongguo also packed a gift for him, including soda from Song Hongbing, biscuits and candies from Han Ying, and Huo Minglou. She also chopped the ribs into three parts and wrapped one piece for him.
Zhao Zhenhua refused to take it, and struggled with her for a while before accepting it. The next day, he sent her a rabbit, saying it was caught from the mountain.
Looking at the white fat rabbit fed with the feed of future generations, what could Song Hongguo say? He carried it back happily.
She packed up another one and sent it to Zhao Yulian's house before going to work. Only by being impartial could she maintain harmony.
