The two came to Hu’s home. Hu Feng had just cut a row of wheat and was sitting on the ground drinking water, with a piece of rags covering farm tools under his buttocks to prevent dirt from getting on his pants.
A Wu walked ahead and raised the small pot in his hand towards Hu Feng: "I have eaten, and the white rice porridge just out of the pot is delicious."
Hu Feng's gaze crossed Ah Wu and looked towards Bai Zhi. His little white face had been scorched by the sun, and the fine black hair on his forehead was soaked in sweat, sticking to the corner of his forehead. He frowned and said: " It's so hot, who asked you to come? Go back quickly."
Bai Zhi was carrying something in her hand, and Tian Geng Road at her feet was not easy to walk. She didn't have time to look up at Hu Feng and walked carefully, "I will come if I want to, and I will leave if I want to go. Can you control it?"
Ah Wu sat down beside Hu Feng, took a handful of wheat, put the small pot on it, and took off the baggage on his shoulders, with bowls and chopsticks inside.
"Don't quarrel, you two, hurry up and have breakfast."
Seeing Wu taking out two bowls, Hu Feng raised his eyebrows and asked, "You haven't eaten them?"
Wu shook his head: "It's not me, it's the white girl who didn't eat. She said she would eat with you, so that you won't be bored to eat by yourself."
Bai Zhi sat down on the other side of Hu Feng, put down the things in his hands, took the kerchief and wiped his sweat, "I didn't say that. I just don't like to eat hot porridge just out of the pot. In this weather, it's better to be cold and cold. Entrance."
The corners of Hu Feng's lips curled up slightly, without saying anything, he reached out to take the bowl from A Wu, and the fragrant and thick white porridge was exactly the taste he was familiar with.
Bai Zhi took a steamed bun and handed it to him: "Here, it's just out of the pot, it's fragrant, right?"
Hu Feng took the steamed bun, but still looked at her burden, "Nothing?"
Bai Zhi was stunned, "What's missing?"
Hu Feng handed the bowl to her: "Don't you think there is something missing?"
Bai Zhi shook his head: "No less? White porridge with steamed buns, what else is missing?"
Hu Feng was a little upset: "What about side dishes? Don't you usually fry two side dishes? Why don't you have side dishes?" If breakfast without side dishes, can you still call breakfast
Bai Zhi glared at him, and said with no anger: "It's all this time, you still want to eat side dishes, how can I have kung fu to cook?"
Hu Feng snorted: "The day Meng Nan left, you didn't sleep all night, so you were rushing to make good food for him, so would you have time?"
"These are two different things, okay?" She stared at him sideways, smiling but not smiling: "What? I made food for Meng Nan, you are upset? Are you jealous?"
Hu Fengjun's face was slightly hot, but because his face had been in the sun for a long time, it was already red, and others couldn't see the change in his complexion.
"What is vinegar? Is it delicious?" He raised his eyebrows and took a bite from the steamed bun in the bowl.
After Bai Zhi asked that sentence, he regretted it immediately, really wanting to bite off his tongue.
Wu felt that it was inappropriate for him to sit next to them. The two of them looked like a newlywed couple. They seemed to be tit-for-tat, but in fact, there was a sweet smell everywhere. He got goose bumps. . .
"I'm going to work, eat slowly." Wu got up, picked up the sickle from the ground, and walked to the field.
Neither of them would speak anymore. After eating breakfast in silence, Hu Feng put the bowl down and said to Baizhi: "There are trees over there, you go to cool off under the trees, don't sit in the carriage, it's hot in the carriage. "
Bai Zhi shook his head: "I'm going to pick red fruits for Ru'er, she wants to eat candied haws, you don't care about me, I know the way."