On November 12, Wujia Cake Shop closed for a day and the family moved to Baijiaqiao.
After two days, this relatively good home was clean and tidy. Wu’s mother was busy with the shop during the day and at home at night. She was so busy that her face was radiant and energetic. She had a rag in her hand. She wiped it wherever she went and even filled the bottle with water. The yellow sand tank almost caused her to rub out the glaze.
Another day later, just after noon, the better door opened, and a fatter head came in. At the same time, he muttered: "No one? Why didn't the door lock when no one was there?"
He simply opened the door and came in, followed by a thinner boy carrying a huge leg of lamb. The two of them entered the yard with the leg of lamb.
Cheng Ting signaled Pang Dahai to carry the leg of lamb to the kitchen, and looked around: "This place is nice, it doesn't smell at all."
Then he stretched out his hand and pulled Mo Lingfeng in.
Mo Lingfeng came in with empty hands and looked around. Yin Nan looked around and saw nothing strange, so he sat on the roof to enjoy the cold wind.
The snow in the yard has been shoveled cleanly, revealing the compacted loess soil. Two support poles are crossed on the loess soil, and a bamboo pole is stretched across the pole. The shirt is hanging in the wind.
Mo Lingfeng recognized that this dress was worn by Wu Jin when she went to the Cheng family for a banquet. It was stained from a fight and snowed for several days, and it took them two days to wash it out.
The sound of "gurgling" came from the southeast corner. It was something simmering on the kitchen stove, and the aroma was fragrant.
Cheng Ting entered the kitchen without anyone noticing, opened the lid of the pot and saw a strip of dried meat tumbling inside. They couldn't tell whether it was cooked or not.
Cheng Ting put the lid on the pot, twitched his nose again, sniffed, squatted down, glanced into the stove hole, and asked Pang Dahai to dig in with a pair of chopsticks: "One leg of lamb, two sweet potatoes in exchange for it, that's not too much."
As expected, Pang Dahai dug out two sweet potatoes, dusted them off and handed them to Cheng Ting. Cheng Ting waved his hand and said, "Go back. If my father asks, just say that I am discussing knowledge with Wu Jin."
Pang Dahai was ordered to leave, leaving Cheng Ting and Mo Lingfeng squatting in front of the stove to eat roasted sweet potatoes. After eating, they wiped their mouths and continued squatting.
"I'm not even full," Cheng Ting touched the fire chopsticks, "Wu Jin is not here either, let's go eat Huzhou food."
Mo Lingfeng shook his head: "Wu Jin didn't even close the door, I was guarding the door for him."
"Then I'll guard the door for him too," Cheng Ting picked up a piece of firewood and stuffed it into the stove hole. "Invite us to listen to Xi Qin tonight. I don't dare to blame my father. You blame your brother." .”
"OK."
Neither of them knew how to make a fire, so they just added firewood. Within a moment, the kitchen was full of smoke. The two of them were in tears because of the smoke. They wiped their tears one after another, and the whole kitchen was soaked in smoke.
Cheng Ting squinted his eyes and fumbled to open the kitchen door: "Cough cough cough...what's this...cough cough cough..."
The wind rushed in, the smoke slowly dissipated, and the smoke was no longer billowing in the stove hole. The flames gradually started to rise, and "suddenly" it licked up the stove and surrounded the entire pot.
The orderly gurgling sound in the pot suddenly became louder, like a heavy rain, and even the lid of the pot opened and closed. The aroma of the meat in the pot became stronger and stronger, and then the aroma gradually lost its flavor and turned into a burnt aroma.
"It's over! It's over! It's over!" Cheng Ting hurriedly pulled out a piece of firewood.
Unexpectedly, he took out one stick, brought out countless sticks, and smashed them to the ground with sparks. A lot of chopped dry firewood and fire-kindling bamboo pieces were placed around the stove. When the sparks splashed and the wind blew, Cheng Ting immediately panicked. god.
"Water, listen to the wind, water -"
Distant water cannot save a nearby fire. Mo Lingfeng immediately showed his wisdom and picked up the unburned end, rushed to the door and threw it into the empty yard.
Then she turned back to the stove and threw out three or four sticks at once. While Cheng Ting was still panicking, Mo Lingfeng had already put out the signs of the fire.
Mo Lingfeng picked up the last piece of firewood, stumbled out, and threw it away. At that moment, Wu Jin came in from the door, holding a fish lock in his hand. The firewood fell to the ground, and countless black ash rose up. , pounced on him all over his body and face.
Wu Jin wiped his face and turned around to see Mo Lingfeng, who was covered in sweat.
Mo Lingfeng was eating sweet potatoes, roasting and putting out fires in the kitchen. In a short time, he was so busy that the strands of hair on his forehead were stuck to his forehead. There were two groups of fiery red color on his face, and there was still a little black ash on his lips. He looked a little panicked and timid.
She shouted loudly and happily: "Wu Jin!"
However, after shouting, she suddenly remembered that Wu Jin had broken up with the Mo family, so she took a step back with a slumped head and returned to Cheng Ting.
As soon as he retreated, Wu Jin couldn't help but move forward, until he walked to the kitchen door, wanting to see what he was doing when he went out to change the lock.
As he walked, he remained indifferent, not allowing himself to have any emotions. He thought to himself: "They are brothers and sisters. One uses tricks and the other also uses tricks. They just want to draw him back to them so that he can continue to be the flag on their chessboard." .”
Thinking of this, the flickering fire in his heart was extinguished, and a chill emerged.
He raised his head and looked at the mess in front of the stove. He put down the fish lock and opened the lid of the pot to see that the water inside had been boiled dry. The dried meat was already sticking to the edge of the pot, forming a black shell.
Taking a deep breath, he covered the pot lid and saw a large leg of lamb next to the pot lid. Then he said to Cheng Ting: "You don't have to bring anything with you in the future, and don't go into the kitchen, in case the stove collapses." Now, I still have to find someone to support me."
Cheng Ting scratched his head and remembered his illustrious achievements. He put his arms around Mo Lingfeng and patted her on the shoulder: "This is my friend Mo Lingfeng. I want to introduce you to him. I heard the news of your move. I was very happy." I’m so happy that I brought my friends here to celebrate you, you won’t kick us out.”
Wu Jin was stunned and stood for a moment, watching Cheng Ting wink at Mo Lingfeng proudly, and Mo Lingfeng actually grinned at Cheng Ting. Standing together, they were childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts.
A sour air suddenly surged in his heart, dispersing the cold air that had finally condensed - Mo Lingfeng and him were closer to each other originally, well, now Cheng Ting is quite popular!
Among three people, he became a scrap!
He smiled coldly from his nose, and his heart suddenly became as narrow-minded as Wang Jinghua's: "I won't rush."
He immediately realized that what he was doing was wrong, but somehow, his hands were beyond his control. He separated the two people who were together like a flower and a willow, passed through the two of them, and put the stewed piece together. He scooped out the rotten and burnt dry meat, heated the pot with water, squatted down in front of the stove, and dug out the sweet potatoes with a pair of chopsticks.
He dug out three more sweet potatoes. He dusted them hard, took a bowl and put them on the plate. He also grabbed a lot of fried melon seeds and three pieces of white sugar, and said to Cheng Ting and his friends: "There is a fire in the house. Go sit in the house.”
The three of them walked to the compartment in the east wing. Before anyone could sit down, Cheng Ting reached out and wiped a handful of Mo Lingfeng's forehead: "We are both afraid of the heat. Wu Jin is fine. He doesn't sweat much."
Wu Jin was excluded from the fear of heat, and secretly became angry and fell back, thinking: "I walked back against the northwest wind and was frozen like a green radish, where can I go to sweat!"
