See the smoke from the farmhouse

Chapter 17 Noodle Dance

After Zhao Rongyu washed his face, Tang Xiaowan poured out the water, filled a jar with clean water, and then mixed the flour.

Seeing that she was going to eat again, the two children quickly surrounded her, and Zhao Rongyu also sat up and watched.

I ate the porridge she made last night. The strange thing is that it is plain white porridge, but it tastes very good.

Moreover, the way she cooks and eats is very focused and beautiful, full of smoke and fire, very down-to-earth, and feels warm when looking at it.

I saw Tang Xiaowan first knead the flour into a powder cake, and when the kneading was almost done, she cut the powder cake into strips, then pulled the two ends of the strips and began to shake them, dancing while shaking.

"Come on, let's see my mother's performance, it's called noodle dance!"

"Wow, mother is so good, the pancakes have turned into noodles," Huahua clapped her hands.

"Mother, this dance is so beautiful," Lai Fu was dumbfounded.

Tang Xiaowan smiled happily at the two little buns and said, "This is my mother's unique skill, even better than Haidilao's dancing."

"Mom, what is Haidilao?" Huahua asked.

"A restaurant, you don't understand," Tang Xiaowan used to learn this for a month when she was doing logistics in the army. The purpose was to please the captain so that he would allow her to be transferred to the female special forces unit, but the captain just didn't appreciate it. If he insisted not to transfer it to her, it must be said that the credit for the logistics was the greatest.

In fact, he wanted to keep her, the orphan of a martyr.

"Ah, the noodles are getting thinner," Huahua exclaimed in surprise.

"Mother looks so good," Lai Fu stared blankly, thinking that the present mother is simply a fairy.

And Zhao Rongyu also watched motionlessly.

The woman in front of him does not seem to be the woman he knew back then.

Before coming here, he still had the mentality of repaying her, but now, he actually has a little appreciation for her.

Confidence, optimism, perseverance, and know how to have fun in hardship.

The noodles made by Tang Xiaowan are very chewy, very chewy in the mouth, like chewing the pearls in the pearl milk tea, Lai Fu and Hua Hua couldn't stop eating them.

Tang Xiaowan filled another bowl and brought it to Zhao Rongyu: "Can you eat it by yourself?"

"Okay," Zhao Rongyu didn't want to bother Tang Xiaowan anymore, for fear that she would be tired.

"I'll get you a bucket, and you won't have to eat so hard if you put the bowl on it," Tang Xiaowan waited on Zhao Rongyu with great care.

After all, he contributed two taels of silver.

Rich is uncle.

"Sister Xiaowan is really considerate," Zhao Rongyu praised.

"Brother Rong is really smooth-tongued," Tang Xiaowan was used to making jokes in the army, and it was almost at her fingertips.

"My words really come from the heart."

"Well, you are very good at using idioms," Tang Xiaowan answered at a loss.

"Speaking of idioms, there is another word below, which feels very suitable for the current occasion," said Zhao Rongyu.

"Oh? Let's hear it."

Zhao Rongyu looked at the two children who were eating noodles, and at Tang Xiaowan who was busy all the time, and said, "Family happiness."

"..."

Isn't this a word to describe a happy family?

I was eaten tofu!
When Tang Xiaowan was in the army before, she was never afraid of Brother Bing's jokes, even if someone told a nasty joke, she would retaliate two or three times.

It seems that now he has met his opponent.

"Sister Xiaowan, do you think my description is correct?" Zhao Rongyu asked.

"The scene is okay, but the characters are wrong. Are the noodles delicious? If they are delicious, I'll serve you another bowl?" Tang Xiaowan deliberately changed the subject.

(End of this chapter)