Lying quietly on the bed and looking at the top of the cave, "It's another day, this is the first day since I left home?" Zhang Xiaoqiang thought a little bored, "Why did you have to drink that glass of water yesterday?" Zhang Xiaoqiang felt the chrysanthemum tighten when Yang Ke'er pulled it together until it was dark.
"Morning! Uncle!" Yang Ke'er stood in front of the bed in good spirits and greeted Zhang Xiaoqiang good morning.
Taking advantage of the light coming in through the cracks in the stone wall, Zhang Xiaoqiang narrowed his eyes and looked at Yang Ke'er standing in front of him. Yang Ke'er seemed to be a little different from usual, and there was an indescribable feeling about the difference.
Yang Ke'er's hair is tied sideways in a ponytail and combed behind her right ear as usual, her hair is fluffy and black, her hair is black and shiny, her two big eyes are curved like crescent moons, flickering mischievously, delicate and small. The nose is slightly wrinkled, and inside the rose-colored lips is a mouthful of small silver teeth as thin as porcelain shells, which are slightly exposed with Yang Ke'er's smile.
There are two small dimples on the bright and clean face of melon seeds. There is no blush on the cheeks, but there are two healthy and natural blushes, and the small chin is slightly tilted outward, like a delicate sunflower. In addition, he was wearing a camouflage uniform, and he was a heroic little army flower.
Today's Yang Ke'er is as dazzling as a sunflower, and Zhang Xiaoqiang who is so dazzling is dizzy, "Nothing!" Is the girl dizzy
"Ah! Uncle, you seem to be getting younger today!" Yang Ke'er was a little surprised when she discovered the New World.
"Ha! Really?" Zhang Xiaoqiang stroked his chin happily, "Could it be that the rain has a beauty effect?" Zhang Xiaoqiang thought to himself.
"Really, really, you used to look as old as my father, but now you look as young as my uncle!" Yang Ke'er swore, and to prove her words, she looked around for a small mirror to show him .
"..." Zhang Xiaoqiang was deeply shocked, and now his title has been reduced from uncle to uncle. "I'm not blaming Shushu!" Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted in his heart.
"If you keep going, maybe you can change from uncle to brother!" Yang Ke'er added again.
"Brother?" An old song flashed in Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart.
Sister, go forward boldly, go forward and don't turn your head, the road that leads to the sky, nine thousand nine hundred and nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, sister, you go forward boldly, go forward and don't turn your head, reach the sky The main road, nine thousand nine hundred and nine thousand nine hundred and nine, my sister, you go forward boldly, don't turn your head back when you go forward, from now on you build the red embroidery building, throw red hydrangea balls, and you are playing Hit my head, drink a pot with you, red sorghum wine, red sorghum wine, sister, go forward boldly, don't turn your head when you go forward... "Look, uncle!" Yang Ke'er pulled out a small mirror from nowhere and looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang, interrupting him.
"Hey...haha..." Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at Xiaobai's face in the small mirror and smiled wickedly.
Before the apocalypse, when Zhang Xiaoqiang was an otaku, in the mirror he was a fat and frail little fat man with dull eyes, and now he was a handsome young man of about 27 or 28 years old with fair skin and smooth skin, with stubble on his chin It still looks a bit masculine.
Zhang Xiaoqiang rubbed his chin and looked in the mirror and exclaimed a classic line: "It feels so good to be young!"
"Uncle, when will we eat? Are you hungry!" Yang Ke'er interrupted Zhang Xiaoqiang's self-admiration again.
"Shua, Shua..." The spatula was flying up and down in the iron pot, the bacon and cabbage were being turned incessantly in the iron pot, a seductive aroma spread to the nose, and the glutton in the belly began to scream.
A pot of white rice and a large plate of bacon and fried cabbage were placed firmly on the simple dining table. Yang Ke'er quickly sandwiched the lean meat, dismissing the fat meat. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked very depressed while eating, and was also very depressed while eating. "I also like to eat lean meat!" Xindi cried out silently.
If you can't bear it, you don't need to bear it anymore! Zhang Xiaoqiang put all the lean meat into his own bowl, and then tasted it slowly.
"Uncle, how can you do this?" Yang Ke'er was very angry, very angry, looking at Zhang Xiaoqiang with fierce eyes, a feeling of bitterness and hatred for the landlord class from the poor and lower middle peasants, it seems that the next moment Zhang Xiaoqiang will be regarded as a cockroach Trampled to death.
Zhang Xiaoqiang let you thunder and lightning strike me and I stood still until Yang Ke'er's scorching eyes burned my face.
"Hey! I'm still not thick-skinned enough!" Zhang Xiaoqiang shook his head, took a piece of fat from the plate and put it in Yang Ke'er's bowl, and said lightly: "Children are not allowed to be picky eaters!"
"Stingy, stingy, shameless, I'll stab you to death!" Yang Ke'er muttered, poking the fat in the bowl with the chopsticks in her hand.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was unmoved and just buried his head in his meal. A "click" came from Yang Ke'er's hand, and he raised his head to see that Zhang Xiaoqiang was stunned.
A pair of chopsticks pierced through the fat meat and through the rice below, and came out from the bottom of the bowl. Yang Keer let go of the chopsticks and looked at her right hand stupidly. Rice grains fell from the corners of his mouth one after another.
"There's something wrong with the bowl!" Yang Ke'er said to Zhang Xiaoqiang aggrievedly.
"Look, Uncle! This stick is too weak!" Yang Ke'er held up the animal horn gun that was broken in two and showed it to Zhang Xiaoqiang.
"Nonsense! You must have broken it on purpose, I didn't know what I did?" Zhang Xiaoqiang thought it was Yang Ke'er's revenge for letting her eat fat just now.
"Oh! Really, if you don't believe me, look at it!" Yang Ke'er raised three fingers on the gun body with her right hand, and "cracked" the gun body broke again. Zhang Xiaoqiang took a deep breath.
"Go and take a look at the bag of rice." The two stood by the grain pile, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at Yang Ke'er and said.
"Uncle, you're bullying me again, how can I lift such a heavy thing like this!" Yang Ke'er complained, walked to the grain pile and picked up a rice bag with both hands.
The rice bag weighing more than one hundred kilograms was lightly held up by Yang Ke'er in front of her chest like a balloon. Yang Ke'er weighed the rice bag and seemed to be puzzled, holding the corner of the bag with one hand and turning it around a few times in the air.
"Uncle? Is it filled with cotton?" Yang Ke'er asked suspiciously.
"That's not right! Throw it over and let me have a look!" After that, Zhang Xiaoqiang deeply regretted his decision.
The rice bag slammed into Zhang Xiaoqiang fiercely with the wind, and the huge momentum knocked him to the ground.
"Hey! My waist!" Zhang Xiaoqiang screamed when he was crushed under the rice bag.
"Haha! Uncle, do you think I have become a Superman? Hehe! Superwoman, I am Salted Egg Superman, hahahaha..." Yang Ke'er said with ecstasy, increasing her strength in her hands.
"Hiss! Take it easy, you want to crush me to death?" Zhang Xiaoqiang lay on the bed and shouted to Yang Ke'er who was giving him a waist massage.