Zhang Pengyue also went all the way back to the county.
"Wine." Zhang Pengyue handed the wine to Uncle Zhang as soon as he entered the yard.
"Put it in the kitchen. How was the wedding banquet? Is Xiao Qiu's wife pretty?" Uncle Zhang didn't answer, but asked while lying on the recliner.
"You should go and see for yourself whether it looks good or not." After taking a quick look, it was indeed quite good-looking.
"People younger than you are all married, aren't you worried at all?" Uncle Zhang saw the person going into the kitchen. Afraid that he couldn't hear clearly, he stood up and followed the person in.
"Don't worry. If you really want to have a wedding, you can marry yourself. I don't mind." Zhang Pengyue ignored him and prepared to light the fire and cook.
"Hey, you little brat, you still talk back." Uncle Zhang was so angry that he laughed.
"I dare not talk back, just stop nagging me." Ever since he retired, he has been nagging all day long, giving him a headache.
"How can I not nag you? If your mother were here, it wouldn't be my turn to nag you." Uncle Zhang was furious at his lack of reaction. "Look, you still have to cook for yourself now. When you get married, she can cook for you too. How great is that?"
When Zhang Pengyue heard the sound of cooking, he suddenly remembered the scene he saw when he entered the educated youth's yard.
What his father said might not be true. If he marries a delicate wife, he might have to pay for her cooking.
Why bother?
"I won't starve to death even if I burn it myself."
"Tell me the truth, why don't you want to get married? Do you have any hidden health problems?" Uncle Zhang took a deep breath and asked the question he wanted to ask most.
Zhang Pengyue's mouth twitched. He didn't know why his father would have such an idea. "I'm fine."
"No problem, just get married." Uncle Zhang said firmly, "If you don't listen to your father, I will go to your unit to find your leader and ask the organization to help arrange it."
Hearing this, Zhang Pengyue paused while cooking and gritted his teeth, "Dad, I was embarrassed to tell you just now that I do have some health problems, and I can't delay the girl."
Uncle Zhang sighed. He had been prepared for this and was not too surprised to hear this. "It's okay, son. We can treat it. Let's go to the hospital another day."
Zhang Pengyue suddenly felt like he had stepped from one pit into another. "The factory will be busy tomorrow. Wait until I'm free."
"The factory is more important," Uncle Zhang nodded. "Then you can drink the wine first. Have a glass every night. After you finish it, I will find a way for you."
Zhang Pengyue looked at the jar of wine he had brought back and had a bad feeling. It wouldn't be some messy bar.
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Finally, all the fertilizers were neatly laid out on the vegetable field.
Zhou Yian looked quite satisfied. Although the alcohol hadn't worn off, he wasn't feeling too bad either. He was still a little dizzy. But compared to before, when his mouth was racing ahead and his brain was chasing after him, it was still better.
"Didn't you just say you were going up the mountain? Are you still going?" Zhou Yian asked, trying her best to ignore the few random words she said while drunk. Anyway, Song Songbai didn't ask about it, so she wouldn't mention it.
"Awake so soon?"
"Yes." Zhou Yian nodded. Maybe she was awakened by her own joke. What was she talking about?
"Go if you want to." Song Songbai also smiled at her embarrassed face, "I'll go get some things and we'll go."
"Okay." Zhou Yian stood up and carried the stool back to the room. Although this was all fertilizer made from kitchen waste and was not very dirty, he still had to wash his hands.
Song Songbai brought some things up the mountain.
Zhou Yian was too lazy to think about what vegetables or mushrooms to dig. He just wanted to go for a stroll in the mountains and have an outing this afternoon.
He was still a little dizzy, and seeing that there were not many people around, Zhou Yian secretly put his hand in his.
Song Songbai pulled the man away.
"We don't have much time left in the afternoon, so let's just put on two condoms." Song Songbai explained to her, "But my condom-putting skills are not good, I don't know if I can get it done."
So generally he doesn't like to use condoms.
"It's okay," Zhou Yian comforted him, "Maybe your condom-setting skills aren't bad, you just had bad luck in the past."
"..." Song Songbai was a little helpless, "You don't have to comfort me."
But he felt that what An An said made some sense, so after putting on a condom, he specifically asked Zhou Yian to come over and touch it.
"This is called husband and wife working together, which is as powerful as iron." Song Songbai explained seriously.
"Whatever you say is what it is." Zhou Yian replied to him, obviously thinking that she was lucky.
Just put on the condom and leave it alone.
The two of them walked towards a sparsely populated area.
"Is this snakeberry or raspberry?" The higher you go, the more thorns there are, and among the green grass, there are red fruits.
"They should be raspberries, edible. I'll pick some for you." Song Songbai also saw them, observed them, and confirmed that they were edible. This thing is delicious, but the trunk has barbed thorns that can easily prick your hands.
Zhou Yian handed him a basin and said, "Put it here."
"Why don't you put on a pair of gloves before taking it off." Zhou Yian took out another pair of gloves.
Although Song Songbai himself felt that it was useless, he still took it and took care of it out of An An's love.
"There's not much here. Let's look over there." Song Songbai picked all the red ones, only two thin layers.
"Yes, it's really sweet." Zhou Yian quickly ate two to satisfy her craving, and then passed two to Song Songbai's mouth, "Hubby, you eat too, you've worked hard."
Song Songbai bit the raspberry in her hand, his lips sliding across her fingertips, and nodded, "It's really sweet."
Zhou Yian quickly withdrew his hand, feeling his fingertips were a little wet, and he wiped them off subconsciously.
Song Songbai felt a little upset watching her series of actions. He had never seen her be so obsessed with mysophobia.
Forget it, I'll get used to it after feeling upset, and Song Songbai's mentality has improved a lot.
So I pulled the person and went to other places. Since they liked to eat it, I found more.
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