The Leisurely Countryside of the Farmer’s Daughter-in-law

  Chapter 484 The deliciousness of one person alone

   "Guard Duan, are you in the house?" Xiao Ruo shouted standing at the door with the pot in both hands.

   After a while, when Xiaoruo's patience was almost exhausted, there were rustling noises from inside, and when her hands were numb and she wanted to take the whole pot off his head, the door finally opened.

   Duan Yan looked at the little girl standing in front of his door, glanced at the trembling pot in her hand, opened the door completely, stepped aside slightly, and said calmly: "Come in."

   "Hmph! It's cheap for you." Xiao Ruo snorted proudly, and stepped into the room, entering the dimly lit room. It took her a while to adjust her vision. She looked around the room and found that the room was tidy.

In an instant, the little girl had a better impression of the owner of the room. She glanced at the table next to her and put down the pot. She didn't look too ugly, but she didn't smile either. Here, Madam said: Let you check this pot of soup and find out what's going on as soon as possible? Madam is still waiting for your reply."

   After finishing speaking, the little girl turned and left the room before he could answer.

Duan Yan raised his left eyebrow, sat in front of the table, stirred the soup base with a spoon, stared at the spoon and lost himself in thought, the soup in the pot was slowly boiling, and the rising mist slowly lingered around his nostrils, smelling the man He frowned slightly.

  There were footsteps coming from the door, I turned my head to look over, and saw that it was a little girl who came in with a tray of vegetables.

  Xiao Ruo arranged the dishes one by one, pursed her lips: "Guard Duan, take it easy."

  Duan Yan nodded, picked up the chopsticks and unceremoniously boiled the mutton, without squinting, he tasted it seriously, and praised: "It's very delicious, the best of the best."

   It is even more delicious than the pot I ate in the study last time.

  So delicious who would have the heart to destroy it?

  It seems that after this meal, he was going to get busy again years ago, so he just came back to rest for a few days. Does this bug think that he is too comfortable?

  Xiao Ruo stood aside, watching the guard eating with gusto, without even saying thank you, as if she wasn't in the room!

  Hmph, how unreasonable!

  The little girl rushed out of the room full of depression.

  Out of the corner of Duan Yan's eyes, he caught a glimpse of the little girl who walked away shaking her head, and continued to enjoy the delicious food that belonged to him alone.

   In the twinkling of an eye, it’s the day of the New Year, and the streets of the county are crowded with people. The people take advantage of the morning of the New Year to squeeze into the market against the cold wind, just to buy more New Year’s goods and go back to spend a good year with their families.

  The cold wind was raging outside, and the house was warm as spring. Yang Lan'er accompanied the twins to practice calligraphy in the study, seeing the children's correct and immature handwriting, she was somewhat relieved.

  At least the children have a good attitude towards learning.

   "Ma'am, ma'am, guard Duan has taken Mrs. Zhao away." Xiao Ruo rushed into the study and reported to Yang Lan'er.

  Yang Lan'er seemed not to hear it, and continued to practice calligraphy with the children seriously without blinking an eye.

   "Ma'am..." Xiao Ruo saw that his wife and young masters were practicing handwriting seriously, as if...or...she had disturbed them, and swallowed back the remaining words, not daring to speak again.

   After a long while, Yang Lan'er practiced on a complete sheet of paper, then looked up at the children, staring at them for a moment to finish writing.

After the children finished writing, they looked at the neat handwriting on the paper, and the densely packed pages gave them a sense of accomplishment. The two of them breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed their wrists and shoulders to relax, and smiled sweetly: "Mother, we finished writing, you can eat Is there any pastry?"

  (end of this chapter)