Mr. Pang finally found out about his brother-in-law's private room.
At that time, Bao Honglai was on the verge of making a move, and had already formulated an extremely vicious revenge plan. Mr. Pang's target was actually Lin Luoran, but he found out the conflict that broke out in front of the villa along the way.
After thinking about it, he didn't warn Bao Honglai not to provoke Lin Luoran, but just told his sister the news.
Bao Hong came from Gu Wuxia, and Lin Luoran was still waiting for him to come to make trouble one day, so he went to transfer the head of the villa, but this person didn't come for a long time, which made Ma Yiming hold back his revenge for a long time, as if he had been stabbed balloon with a leak.
A week later, Ma's villa has changed. Mr. Pang did not wait for an answer, but Bao Honglai calmed down the back house. Mr. Pang didn't know how he dealt with it. This not-so-bright brother-in-law obviously felt revengeful again.
Since Mr. Pang didn't receive the receipt, he also had the idea of testing Lin Luoran's strength, so he didn't stop him.
Lin Luoran didn't know that a conspiracy was brewing against the three of them. Taking a step back, even if she knew, as long as the federal government didn't have the intention to eradicate "monstrous evildoers", she wouldn't bother with these so-called masters of martial arts and spirituality Blinking eyes—she also saw the so-called spiritual system when defending the city. It is not uncommon to be able to kill mutant beasts alone with mental power. It is similar to divine consciousness, but it is not the same.
Residents in the high-end villa community couldn't help but look sideways when they occasionally saw the Ma's villa.
People in the New Era pay attention to privacy, and it is a high-end villa complex, and there is basically no visit to each other. Everyone feels that the scenery of the villa will be changed overnight.
The villa is close to the sidewalk, and two large trees with luxuriant branches are planted in the yard. The trunks are not big, but they are three stories high. They are full of yellow velvet flowers, which are not the remaining species of the earth in the new era. It is estimated to be from an alien - I don't know what fruit it will bear
The stainless steel railings are wrapped with green vines, and with the low-hanging luxuriant branches, we can only vaguely see the anti-red brick structure of the villa's outer wall, which completely shields the villa's yard and the house itself.
If someone was lucky enough to be invited to Ma's house at this time, even an ordinary wealthy family would be surprised by the scene in the yard.
In the yard of a hundred square meters, a swing was hung on a big tree, a set of stone seats was placed under the tree, and there was a clump of roses that had not been completely eradicated in the corner, with some dewdrops.
Other places, except for the gravel path reserved for people to pass, have become vegetable fields.
Chili is a must, and now the three people who eat in one pot all have the taste of Huaxia Shuzhong, and they don't like spicy food. Cuisine in central Sichuan has a strong taste, and garlic sprouts, coriander, chives, and fennel leaves are planted a little. A pool of leeks is tender and attractive, loofahs and wax gourds are attached to the big trees, and a few cucumbers are planted on branches against the corner of the wall.
The deep purple eggplants were shiny, and there were several cabbage plants, and dense fungus grew on the wet and rotten wood, which packed the entire yard of a hundred square miles to the brim, leaving no gaps.
The morning sun shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and Ma Shuangshuang pulls the door open, occasionally looking at the yard with some confusion.
Not to mention the strangeness of outsiders, even she and her elder brother woke up overnight, opened their eyes and saw the completely new scene of the courtyard, and were speechless with their eyes wide open.
Aunt Lin is indeed a person with secrets. The brothers and sisters reached a consensus, and they were both very knowledgeable and did not ask in detail.
"Brother, what's for breakfast this morning?"
Ma Shuangshuang took a look at the kitchen. She never got tired of eating white rice. Aunt Lin said that the breakfast should be light.
Hearing his sister's question, Ma Yiming opened his eyes from the big breasts. This is Xiangyang on the second floor, the room he lived in when he was a child. It seems that since Aunt Lin came to the door, the lives of the two siblings have undergone drastic changes. He sleeps very deeply at night, and will no longer wake up in the middle of the night because of the things buried in his heart.
Ma Yiming heard the sound of a spatula downstairs, and shouted loudly: "Shuangshuang, be careful that the oil burns your hands, you leave it alone, I will do it."
He jumped out of bed and drove Ma Shuangshuang from the kitchen to the living room.
The younger sister, Ma Yiming, took a look at the kitchen and struggled with the braised pork just like her younger sister, and then her eyes fell on the dumplings in the refrigerator. Wouldn't it be nice to have dumplings for breakfast
He boiled the water in the pot before it boiled, and the wind chimes hanging on the iron gate in the yard twitched.
Bathed in the sun, Lin Luoran walked into the shade of the tree, holding two fish in his hands, tied by the reeds to their back fins, swaying, as if they had just been caught.
Ma Shuangshuang stared at the fish suspiciously, "Aunt Lin, where did you buy this?"
Since the establishment of the Federation, clean water resources are scarce. Except for Dongting City, other human gathering places have to rely on heavy purification for drinking water, so they are not willing to raise aquatic products. Therefore, as long as the fish, shrimp and crab grow in the water, It's not much different from fruit, both are expensive to death.
If she had no memories of her childhood, this was the first time Ma Shuangshuang saw a live fish jumping around in front of her eyes.
"I caught them in the lake and made fish porridge for you to drink. If you can't keep up with the nutrition, you will naturally not be able to support your health."
Lin Luoran threw the fish into the pool, and Ma Yiming held the kitchen knife in a daze. He has always known that this new aunt doesn't abide by federal laws, but catch fish from Dongting Lake in broad daylight? How dare you!
Having never eaten aquatic products, the two brothers and sisters were afraid of missing the simple fish porridge. Ma Yiming killed the fish, but Lin Luoran did it himself. When Lin Luoran was slicing fish fillets, he used the kitchen knife to remove the thorns from the thin fish fillets. In Ma Yiming's eyes, this was simply an unfamiliar knife technique. How could he make porridge.
When the scented rice porridge in the space was already exuding the aroma of rice in the pot, Lin Luoran put down the very finely chopped shiitake mushrooms and shredded ginger. The fish fillet was put in last, with a little chopped green onion sprinkled on it, and the aroma filled the room .
Because of the high temperature and fast fermentation, the kimchi made in the jar two days ago can also be eaten. Ma Shuangshuang ate two bowls of porridge with the kimchi, and then realized that the fish head was not made. Asked curiously, Lin Luoran just smiled mysteriously.
"Fish head is also a delicacy, let's save it for lunch."
What Aunt Lin said was delicious, the siblings had never been disappointed. Ma Shuangshuang secretly swallowed, feeling that she was getting more and more greedy.
Can fish heads be cooked too? what to do
The little girl was still thinking wildly, but she heard Lin Luoran put down the bowl and said, "Shuang Shuang, after dinner, shall we make clothes and play?"
make clothes? Ma Shuang's eyes lit up.
The materials of the new era are simple, and for the convenience of fighting, the clothes of both men and women are relatively close-fitting, with no style highlights at all. She has long been envious of Lin Luoran's simple, elegant and retro dress.
"Can I make clothes, too?" Ma Shuangshuang's expression darkened, because her brother protected her so well that she could hardly do anything.
Lin Luoran nodded affirmatively, "Aren't you good at knitting small things? It must be fine."
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"No, this thread almost didn't pass through, be careful."
There were fine beads of sweat on Ma Shuangshuang's forehead, and she needed a high degree of concentration, which made her feel extremely tired physically.
Ma Yiming was practicing a set of boxing techniques, and saw his younger sister still struggling with the ancient loom, with black threads all over her head. Aunt Lin got a set of old-fashioned machines all made of wood, hand looms, no one used them before the new era, right? If other people know about it, they must go to the Dongting City Museum!
That pile of green silk thread is silky and cold to the touch, but when will it be woven into cloth and then made into clothes
If it weren't for the fact that men are naturally incapable of these trivial matters, Ma Yiming would have wanted to help his sister.
Covered by the shade of trees, Ma Shuangshuang, who was working non-stop, was still sweating quickly.
Lin Luoran cooked the meal and asked her to take a bath first.
"Should we still use wooden barrels, Aunt Lin?"
Lin Luoran nodded, and Ma Shuangshuang happily rushed back to the room. Aunt Lin was more careful with her than her elder brother, and she also understood girls' minds. She made a huge wooden bucket for her in the bathroom. Every time she returned to her room after playing in the yard, she would have a bucket of special water. The fragrance, the petals floating on the water, Ma Shuangshuang even felt like an ancient princess at this moment.
Seeing her sister go upstairs cheerfully, Lin Luoran sprinkled a layer of finely chopped green and red peppers on the surface of the leftover fish head in the kitchen, and steamed it on the stove.
He couldn't help but ask what had been on his mind for a long time: "Aunt Lin... about Shuang Shuang's treatment..."
Finally couldn't hold back and asked
Lin Luoran didn't look back, put some medicinal powder into the dish, and said slowly: "When the clothes are ready, Shuangshuang's illness will almost be cured."
Ma Yiming was skeptical.
He didn't doubt Lin Luoran's ability, but the three of them stayed in the villa all day, eating and drinking together, and he didn't see Lin Luoran treating her younger sister's illness—knitting clothes is also considered healing? Or take a bath