The farmhouse's fierce wife is the master of the house

Chapter 25 Little Sour Apple
Ye Xiangchun looked at the bamboo flute in his hand, wondering if the boy would come to pick it up today?But fell asleep unconsciously.

Still holding the bamboo flute in her hand, she tilted her head and snored softly.

The afternoon sun slanted in through the window, and there was a faint smell of fireworks in the cabin, as well as the sweet smell of roasted sweet potatoes.

When the boy walked in, he happened to see Ye Xiangchun's sleeping face covered with a golden halo, and the fine down on his cheeks could be seen clearly.

The young man's gaze was fixed, he let out a sigh of relief, and put the things in his hand on the edge of the kang.

After thinking about it, the young man raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, took out something from his pocket, leaned forward and replaced the bamboo flute in Ye Xiangchun's hand...

Ye Xiangchun slept soundly, and subconsciously rubbed his eyes with his hands after waking up.

With a flip of his wrist, something rolled down from his hand, rolled around on the mattress, and was blocked by the edge of the kang.

"This is..." Ye Xiangchun stared blankly at the little red apple, his head was still a little dazed just after waking up.

When Ye Xiangchun came back to his senses, he quickly opened the pillow and the quilt to search, only to be sure that the bamboo flute was gone.

There is also a small straw basket beside the kang, and in the basket is a handful of yellowing grass.The handful of grass that I don't know what it is looks old, and it's not a wild vegetable at all, so I can't eat it.

Ye Xiangchun frowned and dragged the little basket over, looking at the little apple in his hand and then at the grass in the basket, feeling a little bewildered.

In the end, Ye Xiangchun chose Little Apple and pushed the little basket away.

But the apple looked good, but she wrinkled her nose when she took a bite but it was sour, and her facial features were twisted into a ball.

Ye Xiangchun really didn't expect that the handsome and enthusiastic boy would do such a prank.Holding the apple for a while, I don't know whether to throw it away or continue to eat.

After hesitating for a while, Ye Xiangchun ate it mouthful after mouthful, and finally there was only an apple core left.

"Eat well." Ye Xiangchun threw away the apple core, and said to himself: "Whether you have good intentions or malicious intentions, at least I will accept them. Continue to work."

Although the tools were not very handy, Ye Xiangchun finally made the gift for Da Shengzi before the sun went down.

There is still some leftover boiled cabbage and potatoes made at noon, so I light it up and heat it up for dinner.

After eating, Ye Xiangchun added more firewood under the stove, and put the copper pot, which was barely round but still abstract in shape, on the stove to boil hot water.

While waiting for the water to boil, Ye Xiangchun checked the broken wooden basin, cut two pieces of wood with a knife and knocked them into the cracked gap.Try it again with water, it's basically not leaking.

After a busy day, it was completely dark.

Ye Xiangchun went to fix the courtyard door, and when he came back to lock the door, he found that the two chopsticks on the door hinge last night had been replaced with iron nails.Shake the door panel, it is indeed much more stable than yesterday.

Ye Xiangchun knew that this should be the bamboo flute that the pretty boy put on when he took it away.

But thinking about the little apple that made the roots of his teeth sour, Ye Xiangchun couldn't help feeling conflicted, and smiled.

After locking the door of the house, Ye Xiangchun went back to the kitchen and poured the hot water into the basin.Stretching her hand into the basin to soak for a while, she let out a long breath when she felt comfortable.

The conditions are limited and you cannot take a bath.Although the whole body can only be wiped with hot water, the cleanliness and comfort can penetrate the skin and pores to the bone.

　I am the manuscript depositor, and the box said that he was depressed because he ran away from home because he did not have our collection and footprints.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)