In the morning of Laba, every household smells of sweet porridge.
It is rare for Wen Shouzheng to take a rest in Laba. When I got up early in the morning, I plunged into the kitchen and cooked a big pot of delicious Laba porridge.
"Rou'er, what have you and the second child been doing these past few days, why did you come in like that ghost yesterday?" Wen Shouzheng asked.
"Father, it's okay, the second uncle is going to save the beauty!" He said softly.
"It's just him? Save the beauty? In my opinion, 80% of them owe someone else's gambling debts, so let someone beat him up! I asked him yesterday and he didn't say anything! In my opinion, you should stop going out for a walk before the year, An Ansheng Happy Chinese New Year!" Wen Shouzheng said.
Gentleness is about to defend.
"Excuse me, is this the Wen family?" Suddenly, a woman called the door.
"Who is it? It's early in the morning!" Feeling strange, Mrs. Zhou went to open the door.
"You are..." Mrs. Zhou was stunned, and there was a woman in a black skirt and green jacket standing outside the door, with a smooth bun, a round face and fair skin, very pretty.
"Zhenniang? Why are you here!" Rourou caught a glimpse of the woman at the door and shouted in shock.
"Rou'er, this is?" Wen Shouzheng wiped his hands and came out of the main room.
"Second Uncle, Mother Zhen is here!" Rourou ignored her parents, and instead called to Westinghouse.
"Zhenniang!" Wen Shoucai stumbled and ran out, with black eyes and a mean smile on his face.
"Zhenniang, go to the second uncle's for a meeting first, and I'll get you a bowl of porridge! I cooked the Laba porridge with my father!" Rourou said, and ran away happily.
"Hey, don't bother, I also brought Laba porridge for Shoucai. I also brought some vegetable cakes that I steamed myself!" Just as Zhenniang finished speaking, Rourou came back with a bowl of Laba porridge.
"Hey, Niang Zhen brought me porridge? Then I have to try it!" Wen Shoucai almost laughed out of his eyes.
"Second, didn't you eat two big bowls just now? Do you still eat? Be careful of food accumulation!" Wen Shouzheng reminded sincerely.
"I am willing, can you control it? Come on, Zhenniang, go sit with me!" Wen Shoucai glanced at Wen Shouzheng, turned and entered the room.
Zhenniang held the bowl of Laba porridge that Wenrou brought. Smiling, he entered Wen Shoucai's house.
"Rou'er, who is this woman? What's going on?" Wen Shouzheng asked Wen Rou non-stop.
"Yeah, Rou'er, what's going on?" Zhou also asked curiously.
"Hehe, father and mother, you don't know yet. Zhenniang is the beauty that the hero, the second uncle, saved with his life!" With a gentle smile, he then described the events of the past few days in detail. Come, let's brag about what happened yesterday again.
Hearing Wen Shouzheng and Zhou's yelling, Wen Shoucai, who is usually a cowardly gambler, has such an upright heroism!
"Hey, I said his father. What do you say about Mother Zhen?" Zhou smiled.
"Damn, you and I want to go together!" Wen Shouzheng also laughed.
"Second uncle is not young anymore, if he can really find a wife... I think that Zhenniang looks pretty, she is really flattering!" Zhou laughed again.
"Father, mother, you don't think mother Zhen is a widow, do you?" Wen Rou asked worriedly.
"Girl, what are widows afraid of? As long as she is kind, treats your second uncle well, and your second uncle likes it, it's better than anything else!" Wen Shouzheng said.
"Father. Look at what you said. I don't know if Mother Zhen is willing!" She smiled softly.
Just as she was saying, "Miss Wen, I'm leaving first!" Zhenniang came over to say goodbye.
"Mother Zhen, don't sit down anymore? This is my father and mother, talking about good things!" Gentle and mischievous.
"This child is not in good shape. Zhenniang laughed at her, and she will come here often after knowing the door!" Zhou said with a smile.
"Hey, what my sister-in-law said is very true, I was just about to thank Shoucai!" Zhenniang said.
"By the way. Miss Wen, are you going to set up a stall today?" Zhenniang asked.
"I won't go, today is Laba, I'll rest at home and take care of the second uncle by the way!" said tenderly.
"Oh! Then I'll go back and tell that kid in Shui Mo, don't wait! He's been waiting for you all morning!" Zhenniang smiled and turned to leave.
Yes! Today is Laba, and every household must drink Laba porridge!
But, can that strange old man cook Laba porridge
Could it be green onion noodles again
Poor Ren Yue!
Wenrou thought for a while, "Zhenniang, please stay!"
"What's the matter Miss Wen?" Zhenniang asked.
"Help me bring them a tube of Laba porridge." Rou Rou said, and brought out a food box from the kitchen.
"They?" Zhenniang was puzzled.
"It's Ink and Mo's family!" Rourou thought for a while, but she still didn't have the nerve to say Ren Yue's name, so she simply used Ink and Mo as a shield.
"Oh, is there that old man?" Zhenniang laughed.
These days, every time Mr. Songtao visits Ruanrou’s stall, the three words “sold out” are always there.
"Yes, today is considered cheap for him! Let's say that Miss Wen invited him to eat!" Rourou said angrily!
When this tube of Laba porridge appeared again, it was already in front of Mr. Song Tao.
The four sat around the square table, sharing porridge with ink and ink.
Ren Yue didn't stick to the form of festivals, but this bowl of porridge was too sweet.
Color, soft and warm heart.
Taste, sweet and mellow.
It is really powerless to refuse, and the only way to enjoy it is to have a taste.
When the smooth porridge is first eaten, the aroma of the grain overflows.
Chewing with the tip of the tongue and between the teeth, you can distinguish soft red beans, glutinous lotus seeds, tongue-smelling kidney beans, plump longan, sweet candied dates, and various rice...
Ren Yue doesn't like sweets, but this bowl of porridge is sweet but not greasy.
"Sir, this porridge is really good, try it!" Shui Mo was one step ahead of Ren Yue, and drank up a bowl of porridge.
"Don't eat!" Mr. Songtao was angry.
"Teacher, I'm going to the market!" Ren Yue didn't persuade, and stood up with a smile.
"Sir, I'm going to chop wood." Chang Sheng finished his porridge, wiped his mouth and got up.
Shui Mo went to review the book under excuses, and then left.
Seeing that everyone had left, Mr. Songtao looked around to make sure that no one was peeping. Holding a large bowl of Laba porridge in front of him alone, Xili started to eat it with a snort.
At this moment, the porridge is slightly cold, and it is just right for the entrance.
Mr. Songtao simply put down his chopsticks and used a spoon instead, and he ate up the sides of the bowl with big mouthfuls!
"Hahahaha!" There was a burst of comfortable laughter.
Mr. Songtao hurriedly put down the bowl.
I saw that Ren Yue, Shui Mo, and Chang Sheng all appeared at the door at some unknown time. Staring at Mr. Songtao's empty bowl and laughing heartily!
"Sir, is this porridge good?" Shui Mo asked jokingly.
"This... this... I'm afraid that it will be wasted, every grain is hard work!" Mr. Songtao blushed with shame, and was at a loss for words for a moment.
"The teacher is still noble! Knowing that food is hard to come by, the teacher can understand the hard work of those who cook porridge! The students admire, admire!" Ren Yue cupped his hands.
"Ren Yue. When did you learn to be so glib! See if I won't hit you!" Mr. Song Tao blushed and said angrily.
"Teacher calm down, the students just accept the punishment!" Ren Yue didn't hide.
"Okay, let's write an article on the topic of porridge. If you can't write well, you are not allowed to go out. You are not allowed to eat!" Mr. Songtao seemed really angry.
After Laba, Zhenniang would come to Wen's house every day to take care of Wen Shoucai.
Rourou was annoyed by Mr. Songtao's affairs, so she still used excuses not to go to a restaurant to learn how to cook, and still set up a stall in front of Mr. Songtao's door.
However, the helper is not Wen Shoucai, but the beautiful and kind Zhenniang!
There are still large groups of folks coming to join in every day, and ink painting and longevity must come every day.
Ren Yue leaned leisurely on the willow tree, waiting for the light food that Gentle left him when the crowd dispersed.
In a flash, another three days passed.
In the meantime. Mr. Songtao occasionally came to line up, but it was still "sold out".
"Zhenniang, do you think my second uncle is a good person?" Rourou asked intentionally.
"The money-keeper is pretty good, honest and honest!" Zhenniang blushed a little.
"Zhenniang, would you be my second aunt?" she asked with a gentle smile.
"Go, go, no big girl asks that. See if I won't hit you!" Zhenniang raised her hand, but lowered it lightly, with a flushed look on her fair and round face. She looks like a bride, shy and pleasant.
"Okay, I won't tell you, I'll talk to my second uncle, let my second uncle come to marry you!" Rourou simply made it clear.
"This girl! Then I have to ask Shoucai if he is willing... I am a widow..." Zhenniang sighed.
"My parents agree, don't ask the second uncle, he will go crazy with joy!" He smiled softly.
"The girl's words are becoming more and more limitless, and your parents are not rich parents, how can you make up your mind for him?" Zhenniang was happy.
"Hey, everyone in the family can make up for the second uncle! But if Zhenniang marries, the second uncle doesn't have to worry about us anymore! Hahahaha!" He smiled softly and charmingly.
Only then did Zhenniang realize that she had been fooled, she was so ashamed that she didn't know what to do!
The two were laughing and joking, suddenly, not far from Qingshi Street, there were huge vehicles and horses surging.
Flags with yellow backgrounds fluttered against the cold wind.
"Rou'er, look!" Zhenniang was shocked.
"Could it be that some high official came again? Could it be that he was visiting the strange old man?" Wen Rou murmured to herself.
In her previous life, Mr. Song Tao did not appear in her memory, but now that she is reborn, there are many surprises!
Gradually, the chariots and horses approached, and Rourou saw the flags clearly.
There are patterns of dragon patterns embroidered on the yellow background, and the mighty banner of the Sheng family army.
Sheng Yaoshan, did he come back again
The yellow-bottomed dragon pattern flag is obviously a relative of the emperor! Who is this
Gentle don't understand!
Qingshan and Chitu appeared in Gentle's sight again.
It was him, it was him!
That heroic and chivalrous young man appeared in front of Wenrou again, the winter sun shone brightly on him, and there was a smile on his heroic face, as warm as a spring sun!
"General, please wait a moment, the last general will report!" A soldier flew off his horse and gently patted on the black wooden door.
"Brother Yaoshan, are we here yet?" A childish voice came from the exquisite carriage behind Sheng Yaoshan.
A chubby little white hand was clumsily opening the gold-embroidered curtains.
Tenderness froze...