Yo, grandpa is here

"What's wrong?"

"You are not my sister, you are my wife, and I am not a kind person."

The best evidence is those people from his aunt's house.

It was pretty miserable by him.

He only said half of what he said before.

He said it would have been nice if my aunt hadn't died so early.

If she was alive, for her sake, he might be able to take it easy.

"Good and evil are relative. If there is no evil, then the good in this world will be meaningless. I don't care what you did before you met me, but in my eyes, you are like a chicken in a pot , very delicious."

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Maybe he would be happier if she didn't describe him as chicken.

Chen Qingqing didn't ask until the end what he did to that family.

He didn't ask what the family did to him.

As a human being, there are always some secrets.

She only knows one thing, whoever is inseparable is her enemy.

For dinner, the two ate noodles around a small table.

The taste of pheasant is better than that of domestic chicken, the meat is more delicious, the aroma is tangy, the noodles are mixed with wide sauce, the noodles are strong, and the heat is overflowing after eating, and the sweat on the body is forced out.

After a busy day, it is most satisfying to sit around and eat with flickering lights.

"Tomorrow we will go to the mountain for another day, and then we will almost have to reclaim the land. We don't have any land, so I don't think we should stay in the village and cause trouble."

Qingqing speaks very artistically.

Obviously she didn't want to do white work for others, but she said "don't make trouble".

"Well, where are you going?" he asked.

Originally, he didn't plan to stay in the village. He and she are elders after all, it's not appropriate to help anyone, it's better not to help anyone.

Just wait for the last two days, when people from Haojia Village come to help, he will preside over the order on the spot.

During the two days in between, he and Qingqing were free.

"Let's get the charcoal out first, don't go out tonight, it's too cold, it's good for the cat to be under the blanket."

He hummed, he wanted to coax her back when he was outside, and when he came back, he would put her to sleep, and then he would go alone.

"What I mean is, it's too cold for me to sleep alone under the quilt. Warm the quilt and tell me stories."

She had already seen through him.

Buli planned to wait for her to sleep before going alone, just like he was cooking these days.

"Let's take a step back. I'll listen to you and don't mess around. Don't always violate the natural laws of the human body and stay up all night. It doesn't matter if the food is a little ordinary. As long as it is made by you, I will be very happy." , When making food, the mind is above the taste.”

Chen Qingqing ate the noodles, these words came out of her mouth, not sensational at all, plain and straightforward, but very sincere.

"My mother's cooking is like pig food. My father and I are equally supportive. That means I feel the taste of home. If you are too exhausted, I will be very sad."

He put down the bowl slowly.

"If Yu Fuyao cooks for you and she falls ill, will you be sad?"

Although, he just couldn't help asking.

She is so nice to everyone around her, at least she looks good.

He always has an insatiable desire to be the most special one.

"Of course, anyone who works for me, I'm going to be upset because I'm sick - but."

After listening to the previous paragraph, Buli's face was already very ugly. Sure enough, he was the same as everyone else!
"But you are different. I will never give you a chance to get sick."

Didn't she open up with him just before the problem happened?
"If we say that life is a bus, people get on and off at every stop. They are all passers-by in my life. After all, one day, they will leave me and go to their own life. But You are different."

"I am a female driver, and you are a conductor. We travel together through thick and thin. If you fall ill, my business will not be able to continue. So don't just stare at me and pay attention to your health, you should also take care of yourself."

From severe winter to warm spring, there is only a word from her in between.

The inseparable heart instantly warmed up, and she nodded cautiously in her expectant eyes.

"After that, I got up half an hour late."

"No, you have to get up with me, we two welcome the dawn together, how nice."

"But. It takes some time to prepare breakfast." He looked confused and bargained, "If you want me to make it half an hour earlier, can the head office do it? Half an hour won't delay your health."

"Let's do it together. You leave all the hard work in the kitchen to me. It's like this in my family. My mother stews vegetables, and my father cuts bones."

When he heard the second half of her sentence, he quietly held back the retort.

This kind of too everyday description really poked him too much.

"Well, I'll wake you up again if necessary." Anyway, he doesn't chop bones in the morning, and it is very important for girls to get enough sleep.

Yu Fuyao and Ermao stood outside the yard, carrying the food they brought from home.

Looking at the silhouettes of the two under the candlelight, Qingqing was feeding him with meat, looking very warm.

"Are we still using it?" Yao Yao asked.

She was worried that the two ancestors would quarrel when they came back, so she ran over to take a look under the pretext of sending something.

So is Ermao.

Looking at it now, everything is fine, and there should be no need to go in.

"Put the things in the yard, the grandpa of the tomorrow clan will see it himself." Yao Yao put down the basket and looked back.

Under the candlelight, the man and woman eating and drinking happily, a glance can soothe the restless hearts of ordinary people. Many years later, she will remember the time spent with the two ancestors. What she thinks of is the nearest fireworks, but the farthest distance is the mountains and rivers .

Good times always sneak away inadvertently.

Chen Qingqing had another sweet dream, it was the same beach as in the last dream, she was still the alluring mermaid, her face was still inseparable.

"Come on! Show my sister if it has grown and where it has grown!"

The last time she searched for the scales overnight, she couldn't find them, and it became a psychological shadow.

As soon as he touched his chest twice, before he had time to turn down the scales, his restless little hand was grabbed by Fengshen's handsome mermaid.

"Qingqing, don't make trouble."

"What's going on, I have to take a look, look—huh?" Chen Qingqing opened her eyes, and Buli was lying under her with a helpless expression on her face.

She was riding on his lap, her hand was pressed by him, she blinked, so real touch.
"Oh, hahaha, misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding." She scrolled down in embarrassment, and glanced at it by the way, it was fine, there was nothing wrong.

Inseparable from the handmade aunt towel, the quality is quite good.

"Who did you dream about?" His eyes were cold, and his lips were pursed in displeasure.

She'd better not tell him that the dream was about the senior who played football or the idiot who was on a blind date and drunk driving.

"I didn't say anything strange, did I?"

"That depends on who you're dreaming about."

"You, I've dreamed of you for two consecutive days. I dreamed of learning to swim with you." I was too embarrassed to tell him the colorful dream.