Xia Li led the person home, turned around and went out, saying to Lu Dingyuan: "I'm going to get some food. You can call the person over later and I'll treat him."
Lu Dingyuan: "No, the army has a canteen."
Xia Li looked at the filial son in front of him and said very calmly: "The cafeteria is the cafeteria, and everyone at home is my intention.
After all, they came all the way, and I couldn't help but show no signs of it. "
She was helping the conservatives now. They didn't send anyone here, but someone who had nothing to do with them came over. Xia Li recognized this favor.
Lu Dingyuan was silent and gave the other party a knowing blow, "Can you cook?"
Xia Li didn't think there was anything wrong with her not being able to cook at all, and replied confidently: "I can't cook, but my sister is the successor of the royal chef, and someone will do it when work is over."
Lu Dingyuan:...
Lu Dingyuan had a headache. He invited his father to dinner and found another lesbian to cook. What was this?
But seeing how she refused to give up until she was invited, I knew she couldn't be persuaded.
Sighing: "You go buy groceries, I'll do them later."
Xia Li:...?
Xia Li looked at Lu Dingyuan with a complicated expression, and said with a bit of weirdness in his tone, "Can you cook?"
Why does she feel that something is wrong with the attributes of a young master like Lu Dingyuan?
He can both take care of children and cook. He is the son of a high-ranking official and exudes the aura of a tough guy. How can he live like a logistics worker?
Lu Dingyuan looked at Xia Li's suspicious expression, "Don't you know how to brag, or you'll poison me to death". After his headache, he began to feel liver pain again.
Using the coldest painting style, he said the most vicious words, "The poison will not kill you."
Xia Li: "Oh, how could your 37-degree mouth say such cold words?"
It doesn't look very tasty.
Lu Dingyuan:...
Lu Dingyuan didn't want to quarrel with her, thinking that Xia Li was just going to exchange some food with his fellow villagers, or go to the nearest non-staple food store to buy some food. He didn't say anything else, and just said: "Be careful, don't buy too much." Lots of stuff.
Come back early, don't let Fucheng and the others find you. "
He had to wait for his father here, fearing that he would miss her and not be able to go with her, but just letting her go, he always felt uneasy.
Xia Li grinned angrily and agreed happily, "No problem!"
I don't know where I pulled a scarf out and put it around my head. It looked no different from a native of this era who returned to his hometown.
Turn around and leave, go straight out the door and rush towards the back mountain.
How can the few things in the supply and marketing cooperative compare to the infinite gifts of nature?
What's more, it was her parents who were being interrogated. Intellectually she was relieved, but emotionally she was still uneasy and she always had to go and take a look.
Xia Li first took a stroll around the mountain and shot two ducks and a rabbit.
After tidying up quickly, he quietly moved closer to his father's thatched house.
At this time, there were four people around the thatched house, smoking in pairs in front of and behind the house, as if looking out for the wind.
Xia Li wanted to hear what was going on in the house, but there were people standing outside, so she didn't dare to get too close, so she could only hide herself in the grass from a little distance away.
I was thinking about how to get closer to check the situation in the house, when I heard the two people standing in front of the house talking in low voices.
The man with five-inch hair leaned against the tree and asked the person next to him in a low voice with a tangled face, "Do you think someone named Lu deliberately came to protect Xia Jianguo? The way his hands are slippery is too irritating. .”
The short-haired man frowned, with a bit of confusion on his expression, "Is it impossible? I heard Brother Fu said that he is a royalist. How can a royalist be a conservative?"
The man with five-piece hair held a cigarette in his mouth and shrugged, "It's not clear. Who knows if there is any interest relationship?
Although everyone fights to the death from time to time, there is no time when there is no unity. "
The short-haired man shook his head, "The possibility is very small. Even if there is any interest, it must be used on the edge of the knife, not just for a small interrogation.
I heard that a few more conservatives have been decentralized recently, and they probably won’t make any big moves now. "
The man with five cents of hair sighed, "I guess I won't be able to ask anything this time, and the man named Lu has to follow me all the time, so I don't know what is going on in his mind.
Why is a good official so idle? "
The short-haired man frowned, "What should we do? Is it possible that we just returned without success?"
The man with five cents of hair looked around to make sure no one was there, then lowered his voice and whispered: "Brother Fu just said that we should stay up with Xia Jianguo during the day, and then we can come over by ourselves when it gets dark around eight o'clock in the evening.
The person surnamed Lu can't keep looking at us. When the time comes, we still have the final say in the trial? "
When the short-haired man heard this, his face suddenly became clear.
He complained: "Oh, let's finish it early, I'm so busy every day."
