The husband is the hunter

Chapter 120

Duan Nanshan hesitated for a moment, since the last time he made a fuss in broad daylight, not only did his daughter-in-law not give him a good face for several days, she finally forgave him, but she was only allowed to do it every other day.He is a good young man with full blood, so he can only satisfy his hunger within the specified time, and today is not coincidentally, it happens to be his lifting day.

Seeing him hesitating, Fang Lin wondered, "What are you thinking?"

"It's nothing. Let's do it in the kitchen. I'll bring a basin and soak it in water after peeling. You can clean it up tomorrow." After Duan Nanshan said, he turned and went to the utility room, between loving his wife and 'loving his wife' , he decided to choose the former temporarily, anyway, the latter should have a chance to make up for it.

Because the two dug up a lot of bamboo shoots just now, it was considered that they had finished peeling until the sound of insects chirping in the dead of night.

The candle was already burned to the bottom, Fang Lin flicked the wick, her waist was a little stiff from sitting for a long time, she rubbed it herself, looked at the bamboo shoots all over the floor, and met the man who was about to get up to look for the broom and dustpan. Duan Nanshan said, "Forget it, just leave it as it is, I'll clean it up tomorrow, you're tired too, let's go to bed early, we'll be busy tomorrow."

Rao is used to the job, but after peeling so many bamboo shoots, Fang Lin also felt that her fingers were red and itchy, and she felt much more comfortable after soaking in hot water.Seeing that Duan Nanshan seemed to be okay, she kicked him lightly and took his hand, "Does your hand hurt?"

As soon as the words fell, the man's thick palms covered with calluses told her the answer. Fang Lin groaned that the skin was rough and the flesh was thick, but she still took out the bath beans carefully, "Use this to wash, don't take so much effort. Rub it to save your hands from hurting."

Duan Nanshan nodded cheerfully, and washed his hands carefully. He saw his daughter-in-law's back was sore, so he had to give her a good rub later.

The two are not good at expressing emotions, and they even hesitate to say some gentle words to each other, but their actions express their concern for each other all the time, like trees in the mountains, unpretentious, like gurgling water, flowing through the apex of the heart.

Maybe it was because she was too tired at night, or maybe it was because Duan Nanshan didn't mess around when she rubbed her waist. Fang Lin slept very soundly this time. She opened her eyes just after the rooster crowed, and the heater beside her was still on. Sleeping soundly, she put on her clothes, turned around and tucked in the quilt, and after washing up, she went to the kitchen to clean up the mess that hadn't been dealt with last night.

The bamboo shoots were soaked in a large basin of water, white and fat. Fang Lin lit a fire to boil the water. After the fire was hot, she freed her hands to find two sieves. The pickled bamboo shoots cannot be brought in with raw water. These bamboo shoots came to the door All the water had to be drained, so she swiftly scooped the bamboo shoots into the sieve and put them on the shelf where the furs of Nanshan are dried on weekdays. Of course, the shelf had already been scrubbed by the careful sister Lin.

Duan Nanshan was awakened by the smell of food. He seldom slept until the sun basked in his buttocks. After all, before he married his wife, he had to think about what to eat every day when he opened his eyes. But since Fang Lin entered the door, He didn't worry about this problem anymore, the daughter-in-law's handicraft was not built.

Duan Nanshan loves to dig a lot of bamboo shoots. The most common dish on the table these days is bamboo shoots. After scrambled eggs with spring bamboo shoots, fried bamboo shoots with shredded bamboo shoots, and fresh bamboo shoots porridge, Fang Lin has stewed pork ribs with bamboo shoots today. Soup.

(End of this chapter)