After Wang Xilou left, Feng Wuli and Po Nu were left looking at each other.
"What happened to her?" Feng Wuli asked.
"Hiss--" Po Nu took in a breath of unknown meaning.
As an isomorph, she frowned. She could guess that Wang Xilou wanted to show off, but failed to show off and was punished. Then her mood also changed like the weather in July, unlike She, she only feels sorry for her apprentice.
"Come on, little apprentice, let's play with me. I haven't played backgammon for a long time." Po Nu sounded like Wang Xilou with his own flattering filter. His voice was also sweet. In a few years, he might be able to She is called a deadbeat, but no one cares about a beautiful girl with a sweet voice.
"What's so fun?" Feng Wuli said without any interest.
She packed up the Reversi chess piece, which had a high rank. She took Feng Wuli's hand and said, "Just play a few games."
Feng Wuli couldn't stand it anymore and planned to fight this goblin for hundreds of rounds.
The two of them were sitting next to the firebox, and Po Nu was still hooking his legs with his feet under the counter. Feng Wuli just sat there and ignored him, taking all the blame on Wang Xilou.
"I thought it was some big monster who dared to cause trouble in my little apprentice's place. I rolled up my sleeves and was ready to go up and fuck him... I'll give her a good reason." Po Nu plays chess just like Wang Xilou plays mahjong. He squinted at the chess pieces and carefully observed the overall situation. Occasionally, he would stop his fingers on a chess piece and inhale and think, then he would look out of the corner of his eye to see if Feng Wuli was paying attention to him. If he didn't notice, he would hold down the chess piece and quietly* **Move away.
"It's not the past. There are so many monsters in the city. These people generally know a little bit, but don't know everything. They become suspicious whenever there is any trouble, and they happen to be able to get in touch with people like us. We can solve them with money. I am happy to give us money, just for peace of mind."
Although today is really related to monsters, the employer's dog dug up a little monster's house in the park. The little monster was so angry that he followed him to fight with the dog every day. Feng Wuli sent Po Nu up to negotiate with the little monster. It was solved immediately, and just like that, the employer also transferred 20,000 yuan to him.
"Oh, I know!" She spoke loudly on purpose, and then hid an unreasonable chess piece on the grid. This shameless trick was in the same vein as Wang Xilou.
It gets dark very quickly in winter. Ten minutes ago, the clouds in the east were like white scales. I don’t know when they were stained with a layer of golden afterglow. Then they immediately became dark. I could only judge the traces of clouds by the vague skylight. Wait until the old street outside When the street lights flickered on, I realized that it had been so dark just now.
Chifu put the bicycle back in the garage, put his pocket in the shop, and glanced at the two playing backgammon at the counter. He glanced at it again as he passed by, frowned and said to Ponu: "Do you want me to cut off your feet?" "
Po Nu blinked his eyes, and suddenly became "shocked." He pressed his whole body against Feng Wuli, completely ignoring Chifu's darkened face, and shouted: "Little disciple, look at this person, she is threatening me!"
Feng Wuli was a little embarrassed and whispered, "Sit down first, and she will scold me later."
Po Nu shrank his feet angrily.
He even stuck out his tongue at Chifugi.
Chifu looked at her coldly, "Come with me."
"What are you doing? Did I provoke you??" Po Nu refused to obey even to the death. This man just couldn't see himself getting along with his little apprentice.
There is no market for tsundere!
Chifu opened his mouth and said impatiently: "My phone is broken, please check it for me."
"You asked me to look at it for you and I will do it for you?" Po Nu has the potential to develop as an old sister-in-law: "Who are you?"
It was obvious that Chifu didn't want to discuss it with her, so he directly grabbed one of her hands and pulled her upstairs. Ponu was a head taller than her, and he was dragging and stumbling. He kept yelling at his little apprentice. Help me quickly, eh eh eh or something like that.
Feng Wuli just silently put away the backgammon on the table. If no one helped, everyone would help.
He remembered a joke, I am not a scumbag, I just have a heart broken into many pieces, each piece fell in love with a different person, and each girl is not satisfied with one piece.
Now Wang Xilou himself is broken into many pieces.
After cleaning up the backgammon, he went over to put the incense and candles on the
The rolling door was also pulled down. When it was closing, someone was passing by outside the old street and asked Feng Wuli if he was on holiday. He said a few polite words, and finally the rolling door clanged to the ground. He originally planned to go upstairs, but saw Wang Xilou's spatula and spatula in the backyard kitchen. The hot oil pan made a squeaking sound, and garlic was thrown in to burst out the fragrance. I was about to stir-fry some vegetables, and there was a pot next to it to stew something.
"What are you eating today?" he walked over and asked.
Wang Xilou turned around and saw that this man had walked behind him and was eating the stewed taro and pork knuckles with two fingers.
"Bad habit." She slapped his hand with chopsticks angrily.
"It's a bit bland."
Feng Wuli fed the remaining half of the taro to his master, and Wang Xilou frowned and took a small bite.
"Why are you eating such a heavy meal? This is just right." Having said that, the little zombie fumbled around to adjust the seasoning and closed the lid.
I originally planned to go upstairs and sit down, and after seeing that the food was almost done, I made trouble for Wang Xilou in the kitchen.
This person was like a leader inspecting work, touching here and there, twisting a half-cooked vegetable in the pot and eating it secretly, tying a tight knot on the back of Wang Xilou's scarf, which he had no time to tidy up, and hanging it on a pole. When was the dried fish smoked? Wang Xilou was impatient and had no choice but to ask about this and that.
Not only the dried fish, the kitchen is Wang Xilou’s territory, but also the dried sweet potatoes that she failed to make and didn’t have time to deal with, and the corn and peppers that were lost over time. Only Wang Xilou can identify them. There are no labels or marks in the pile. There are bottles and jars of condiments, and maybe she herself can’t tell what’s inside. Every time she uses them, she dips her fingers in them to taste them. When she finds what she wants, she happily takes it. Feng Wuli can imagine that. picture.
Break off a piece and chew it. The dried fish tastes a bit surprising, with a rice flavor.
"When will this fish be smoked? It seems that it was not smoked last year."
The little zombie looked back at him and said, "I saw some nice fat crucian carp at the vegetable market a few days ago, so I bought them and smoked them to make them dry."
"Why didn't I know?" He was surprised.
"You?" Wang Xilou sneered at him, clattering his spoon: "What else do you know besides eating?"
Feng Wuli automatically ignored the unfavorable voices, broke off another piece, and handed it to the little zombie's mouth: "Try it, I feel pretty good."
"Dirty or not... don't mess with my dried fish. Take it back to give to my uncle during the Chinese New Year. That stupid cat will see it later and it will all make me crazy!"
"It smells like rice."
"Right!" She said quite proudly: "Master used rice bran to smoke it, so it is more fragrant than the one made before."
"Did you think of it yourself?"
"Learned from Douyin."
Wang Xilou suddenly became excited: "By the way, you can make a video for Master, and Master will also post it on Douyin."
"What are you doing with that thing?" Feng Wuli had a toothache: "Isn't Moments enough for you to post it on?"
"Hurry up, hurry up, take a video of Master cooking."
This person is an old lady who just can’t sit still and loves to do things.
Feng Wuli took a photo of her casually. The picture quality was very poor, and the smoke was too big to see clearly. The picture was just a blur, with no value for sending out. The little zombie lost interest after looking at it himself. He probably didn't reach her level. The effect in my mind is like the frustration of an adolescent boy who realizes hairstyle and dressing up for the first time. He bought gel water and perm irons but couldn't achieve the effect of the instructional video.
It is not ruled out that she will mess around in the future.
Feng Wuli tidied up the flowers in the yard. Among them, the plum blossoms that were not very tall bloomed the best and did not need to be pruned. He broke off one and planned to find a vase to put it in. Wang Xilou's flower arrangements are very beautiful. She Twisting a few flowers randomly and placing them arbitrarily creates a sense of beauty. Feng Wuli cannot do this, but New Year's Eve is approaching. It is still possible to fold a plum blossom you like and place it in a vase.
Someone called Wang Xilou in front of the yard. Wang Xilou exclaimed, put the lid on the pot and turned down the heat. She put her hands behind her back and tried to untie her apron to go out. However, she was tied in a tight knot and couldn't untie it in a hurry. She looked back with a scary look. He glanced at Feng Wuli, who was tossing the flowers in the yard.
Walking out of the yard, there was a woman in her forties. She had married out of town in her early years and was returning to her hometown during the Chinese New Year.
She returned to the province on this side of the street and probably wouldn't come back for the Chinese New Year. Feng Wuli recognized her. After all, she would see her every year, visiting relatives and sitting here at the incense shop. Wang Xilou led her into the backyard to sit and exchange greetings. She sighed and brought a lot of biscuits and fruits. Wang Xilou asked her to take them back. The woman just laughed and became overjoyed when she talked about the happy things in the past. Since she got married, she would come to see Wang Xilou every year when she returned to the province.
The woman looked at the plum blossom in the yard, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "Your flower is still beautiful."
Her home is located in the old street. It is a prosperous and wealthy family. It also has a yard and some flowers. One of the plum blossoms was given by Wang Xilou in the 1990s. She got two of them at that time and kept them as she pleased. It's very beautiful. Every year during the Chinese New Year, my family would cut a branch and put it in the main hall. My grandma is from the north and always said, "Putting in plum blossoms means the New Year."
At that time, she only knew that the flowers were beautiful, and since there were many people in the family, there was always a lot of commotion during the Chinese New Year. Her mother and aunt were busy preparing for the New Year's dinner, and the younger generations would make noises in the courtyard, or sneak into the kitchen to eat the New Year's dinner, and grandma would happily eat it. A plum blossom was cut down, inserted into an earthen pot, and placed on the desk in the main hall. You can see it when you run in from the outside. She married out of town during the millennium. Whenever she came back near the Chinese New Year, she would see the desk in the main hall as soon as she entered. The plum blossoms stuck on the earthen pots indicate that it is the Chinese New Year. This is the case every year, but this plum blossom is like a ritual. Later, my grandma passed away, and my uncle and aunt passed away one after another. It has been more than ten years now. When I returned to the province this year, I entered the old house. There was no plum blossom on the desk in the main hall, so she went into the yard, broke one, and put it on the tile After cleaning the cans, they were inserted and placed in the main hall. The old house was shining brightly and the house was full of energy, but it was always a little lonely - there would no longer be the joy and bustle in the yard during the Chinese New Year.
