Du Wanchun turned around and smiled at Aunt Zhou and Du Damei: "Mom, aunt, come and try it."
Aunt Zhou quickly picked up a piece of tofu with her chopsticks and put it into her mouth. The moment it entered her mouth, she looked stunned, and then she took several bites in a row, "Wan Chun is right, it is indeed delicious. .”
Du Wanchun took out the bowls and chopsticks and gave Du Damei some vegetables.
Du Damei also tried a bite at first, but then he couldn't hold it back and ate it hungrily.
At this time, Zhou Zhao walked in from the backyard and saw Aunt Zhou and Du Wanchun coming back. He smiled and said: "Mom, sister-in-law, you are back."
"Zhao'er, come and serve the meal with mother." Aunt Zhou smiled and stepped forward to call him.
"Okay, mother." Zhou Zhao smiled and stepped forward. ?.?????.ℂ??
Du Damei was still devouring his food, as if he hadn't eaten enough for a long time.
Du Wanchun sat next to Zhou Ruiyuan and asked him in a low voice: "My husband, your cooking skills are so good, did you really learn from Aunt Wang?"
Zhou Ruiyuan nodded, "Yes, it's true."
As he spoke, he put a piece of meat in Du Wanchun's bowl, "You talked in your sleep last night."
Du Wanchun was stunned and asked softly: "What did I say?"
Zhou Ruiyuan said seriously: "You said that the bamboo shoots in the mountains are blooming and you want to eat spring bamboo shoots."
Du Wanchun really wanted to eat spring bamboo shoots yesterday, but he didn't believe that he could talk in his sleep, "Did I really say that?"
Zhou Ruiyuan served her a bowl of soup, "Yeah."
Du Wanchun went to bed late last night, so he slept a little deeply.
But Zhou Ruiyuan slept very lightly.
Du Wanchun was dazed in his sleep, holding Zhou Ruiyuan's arm and muttering to himself about eating spring bamboo shoots. The red lips fell on the skin of his arm and bit him a few times.
It didn't hurt at all, but it was disturbing and made his lower abdomen itch.
Zhou Ruiyuan quickly came to his senses and coughed lightly, "You can tell me whatever you want to eat in the future, and I will cook it for you."
It's hard to imagine him saying such a thing seriously.
Du Wanchun was flattered, felt warm in his heart, and responded with a smile: "Thank you, sir."
Du Damei's eyes turned red again when he saw the two young couples getting along well, but this time it was not because of sentimentality, but because of happiness.
Aunt Zhou brought the rice in and greeted Du Damei to eat.
Du Damei ate several bowls in a row, and when the moon was high in the sky, she took her child back home.
As soon as she left, Zhou Ruiyuan couldn't wait to drag Du Wanchun into the house.
The next day, Du Wanchun once again stood up slowly, holding on to his sore waist.
Her hair was messy, and there were wrinkled clothes beside the bed. Behind her lay Zhou Ruiyuan, who was sleeping with his eyes closed.
She stretched out her finger and gently poked his ridiculously good-looking face, and finally understood something.
Zhou Ruiyuan is not a showman, he learns everything quickly.
Last night was just the second time, and it had tormented her so much.
No wonder he learned to cook in just one day, and his cooking was even more delicious than that of Aunt Zhou who had been cooking for three years.
While Zhou Ruiyuan hadn't woken up, Du Wanchun quickly picked up the clothes on the floor and got out of bed. If he didn't leave quickly, it would be endless again when he woke up later.
When we came to the front room, Aunt Zhou had already prepared breakfast.
After washing, Du Wanchun fed the chickens and ducks with a dustpan and ate with her.
Aunt Zhou looked at her rosy face and whispered: "Wan Chun, you better not go up the mountain with me next time."
Du Wanchun raised his head and looked at her doubtfully, "What's wrong? Mother?"
Aunt Zhou said with a smile in her eyes: "It would be bad if she is pregnant."
Du Wanchun was drinking porridge and almost choked, "Mom, how can you get pregnant so soon?"
Aunt Zhou took a bite of the steamed bun and said, "Why not? I had him in the first month after Rui Yuan and I got married."
Du Wanchun's cheeks suddenly turned red. It had only been a few days, so she wouldn't be pregnant now, but according to her husband's physical strength, it would be hard to tell in a few months.
She hurriedly buried her head, drank the porridge in the bowl in one gulp, interrupted the topic and said: "Mom, let's not go up the mountain today. Let's go to my aunt's house to look at the ceramic bottles first."
