Qingshan was busy washing and cutting in the kitchen for a while. The water beads on his body were dry. He went back to the house and found some tattered clothes to put on. Although it was tattered, it was clean. Linglong loves cleanliness so much that he doesn't dare to get in front of her in a stinky manner.
There are just a few clothes, Linglong is wearing one, and the other was stained by picking fruits just now.
I had to wear the shabbiest one.
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Linglong had enough and put down the big bowl. Look at Qingshan, "Your clothes are torn on the shoulders." Linglong thought he didn't notice.
Qingshan glanced sideways, "Well, nothing else, just wear it."
"If there's nothing else, just make up for it!"
Qingshan shook his head, "Forget it, it's a hot day, there are many holes, it's cool!"
Linglong pouted, he was obviously too lazy to sew, or maybe he was clumsy and simply couldn't do it.
"For the sake of honoring me by picking the fruit from the mountain, I will sew it up for you!" Let's see if you still say that I am useless. Where is this palace useless? There are many things you need to ask me for.
After hearing this, Qingshan's heart was about to bloom, and his woman was going to sew clothes for him...
"good!"
He didn't even unbutton his clothes, so he took off his clothes and spread them on the bed. It was as big as a quilt. No wonder he couldn't afford clothes. Such a large piece of cloth was enough to make four clothes for Linglong.
"Silver needle, silk thread!"
"There are only iron needles and cotton threads that have been passed down for many years, and they are all rusty."
Linglong stared, the iron needle was still rusty? When have I ever used needles of such poor quality?
Seeing her glare, fearing that she would regret it, Qingshan immediately said, "I'll grind it now! It'll be fine soon!"
He was holding the needle, but his thick fingers couldn't hold the thin needle at all. He was so anxious that he was sweating, so he reluctantly sharpened it, grinding his fingers more than the needle. At least there is no rust left.
Leave it to Linglong to "sew it up."
He sat cross-legged on the ground under the bed like a big bear, watching Linglong sewing clothes for him.
The exquisite technique, skillful and graceful, is the orthodox embroidery method, except that it is slower, it is simply perfect.
She twisted the needle and thread with her hands, her posture was graceful, and her stitches were extremely fine.
At first, Qingshan sat there and watched as if appreciating the beautiful scenery. Her heart was filled with excitement. As she watched, she realized that it would be dark even if she sewed up the opening at her speed.
He couldn't bear to take another look, but the fire was waiting for him to make, and the rice was waiting for him to cook. Later, Granny Sun would marry the mute sister, and he had to be a witness.
He gritted his teeth and couldn't be obsessed with the little beauty anymore. He got down to business! Cook!
He was full of wind and strode away.
Linglong frowned and walked like the wind! Footsteps like an earthquake!
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Qingshan steamed rice for Linglong, kneaded a few large pancakes with cornmeal for himself, stuck them on the inner wall of the pot, and cooked them together with the rice.
Then I took out a bowl of small river shrimp from the space warehouse, washed it, passed it through oil, fried it until it was shiny and crispy, and added a little salt.
Take out a piece of pickle lump and cut some pickle shreds.
By the time he finished his work, half an hour had passed.
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He carried a table full of food to Linglong's bedside.
Linglong was almost finished sewing, tied a knot, and handed it to Qingshan, "Cut it off!"
Qingshan opened his mouth and bit the cotton thread.
The hot breath from her mouth spread to Linglong's hands. Linglong shrank back and said coquettishly, "Why do you open your mouth to bite? Don't you even have scissors? You're rude!"
Qingshan was helpless, "You don't need the sharp teeth that you were born with? Why do you need scissors? This thread is so thin that it will break with just one bite."
Linglong was doubtful, this must be the rude skill of a rude person. My teeth must be constantly biting. She thought about it and tried it quietly one day while he was away.
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Linglong stretched out her hand and said, "Wash before eating!"
Qingshan took the trouble to bring the water basin, picked up a few wild flower petals from the yard and sprinkled them into the water. He soaked her hands in a new cloth and wiped them dry. Then she picked up the chopsticks and stared at the river like a greedy cat. shrimp.
She was embarrassed to show that she wanted to eat, but her eyes were shining.
Qingshan also sat down without saying a word, holding a big pancake in his left hand and pickle sticks in his right hand.
Linglong looked at him and knew that he was afraid that she would dislike it, so he didn't use his chopsticks to pick up the river shrimps. These are other people's shrimps, and he can't keep them to himself. "You can share half of the shrimps! I have given you permission!"
Qingshan frowned, "I made it specially for you. I'm not that rich. Just eat whatever you want. Eat all of it! If there's anything left, just heat it up for dinner."
When she heard that he had to eat leftovers, Linglong was not happy, "How dare you let me eat leftovers? Who do you think I am?" I am not a pig!
Qingshan didn't know whether to laugh or cry... he looked at her for a while, "You eat more, I won't give you the rest, you only eat the fresh ones."
Linglong felt relieved.
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Later, Qingshan happily picked up Linglong’s remaining half plate of crispy shrimps. He didn't know that Linglong was calling him a pig in her heart for picking up leftovers.
However, Linglong specifically did not touch the half of the shrimp plate and only picked her own half. It doesn't matter if Qingshan picked it up.
"I have to go out after cleaning up. Today, Granny Sun is going to marry the mute girl. She brings Xiao Shuanzi from the north of the village over here and I will be a witness. We have all grown up and know the basics, and we have been matched up so we can live together. "
Linglong tilted her head and looked at Qingshan, "The mute girl seems to live alone."
Qingshan nodded, "Yes, her family of three used to live here, but then her parents got sick and died one after another."
Linglong nodded, "It's so pitiful to have no parents. We need the village chief to come forward as a witness."
Qingshan laughed, "You are lonely at home, do you want to join in the fun?"
Linglong snorted, "I'm not going! I have to bother you with all the trivial matters!"
Qingshan shook his head and walked away with the table.
After clearing away the dishes, he put on the clothes sewn by his woman and went out.
It felt like the clothes were plated with gold and illuminated by Buddha light. They were light and elegant.
As soon as Qingshan went out, Linglong moved a small bench, jumped to the courtyard wall with one leg, and sat on the small bench to eavesdrop. It was enclosed by a wooden wall and the sound could be heard clearly.
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With a creak, the wooden door opened, and Qingshan entered the yard. "Silly sister, stay under the shade of the trees in the yard to get cooler. Pour a few glasses of water, wash a basin of wild fruits and put them on the table. They will be here soon."
The mute girl was silent and obedient to arrange the arrangements.
The yard has been tidied up and swept clean. She herself also combed her hair well.
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Not long after, two footsteps came in hurriedly from outside. Granny Sun said with a smile, "Oh! Qingshan! It's up to you to decide the matter between dumb girl and Xiao Shuanzi!"
Little Shuanzi, come on! If you have anything to say, tell your mute sister, we all grew up together, don’t be embarrassed, when we get to the age of starting a family, we will be generous! "
Xiao Shuanzi's voice came, and it sounded like a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old. "Mute girl, mute and ugly. If she didn't have some food, I wouldn't like her."
Upon hearing this, Qingshan and Granny Sun were both stunned.
