Lian Yuqing covered his mouth and laughed, "Then it will be more reasonable for me to borrow your bicycle from now on."
"Borrow it! Borrow it at will." Xu Qiuhong made the decision.
After the small misunderstanding was explained, Xu Qiuhong often invited Lian and Qing to play at her home, and occasionally asked Cai Guifen to go shopping in town, and the three of them had a good relationship.
Because Meng Qiming's class schedule has become more busy, she now only needs to attend two classes on weekends.
Lian Yuqing didn't get home until almost six o'clock that day, because Xu Qiuhong and Cai Guifen took a fancy to her tablecloth, which was actually cotton cloth dyed with green grape skins. They spread it on the dining table, filled an empty wine bottle with water and inserted a few wild lilies, which made it quite artistic.
Lian Yuqing risked her life to accompany the gentleman, bought cotton cloth with the two of them, and then took them to the village to get a lot of grapes and taught them how to dye them. Xu Qiuhong wanted to take her home for dinner, but she refused.
After a day of socializing, she just wanted to lie on her beloved sofa and not move at all.
She took out the key from her bag and opened the door. She sniffed with her delicate nose and muttered, "Strange, why is there no smell of food?"
When she opened the door and entered the house, she bent down to take off her shoes and saw Wei Dong sitting on a bench with his legs apart.
He hadn't cooked yet, and was holding a chopped, gutted chicken in his hand. Oh, it turned out that we were having chicken tonight.
Wait...chicken?!
Lian Yuqing squinted her eyes, trying to see more clearly the big frame and plump buttocks. She spoke with difficulty: "Could this be... my eldest brother?"
The handsome man pulled the chicken intestines expressionlessly, calmly put them into the basin beside him, and slowly raised his head, "Yes!"
The next second, she put on her slippers and ran downstairs, "Boss! You died miserably!"
Lian Yuqing leaned over the fence and counted three times. There were exactly eleven of them. A big chicken that was twice the size of a 10-year-old chicken and should have been dead was occupying the feed bowl by virtue of its physical advantage.
She pointed at the "good-for-nothing chicken" angrily, unable to speak.
When going up the stairs, I cursed Wei Dong three times, this bastard is playing tricks on me!
When she rushed in angrily and was about to scold someone, Wei Dong had already put the chicken in the pot and started preparing other dishes.
The man who was cooking seriously occasionally looked up and said teasingly: "I also raised your eldest son, a bad guy. Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs."
"Humph, I see you're always trying to beat up those chickens."
An hour later, Lian Yuqing lay on the sofa, dying and shouting to the kitchen: "Can I eat now?"
"No need for a full banquet, just give me a bite to eat."
She was so humble, but someone in an apron, who was working hard on the stir-fry, glanced at her and said, "Wait another half an hour."
The female protagonist is dead, all is over.
Wei Dong uncovered the casserole and poked it with chopsticks. The chicken was soft and boneless, and the chicken soup, which had been simmered for almost two hours, was almost turning milky white.
He served out the stewed chicken and took out the dishes that were still warm in the pot and placed them on the seat. The person who had been frequently shouting that he was hungry just now fell asleep on the sofa.
Her face is pressed down, her cheeks are slightly pouting, her eyelashes are long and thick, she looks as childish as a child, and she speaks, acts and loses her temper just like a child.
Wei Dong pushed him awake. Lian Yuqing had not yet fallen into a deep sleep and opened his eyes immediately. The moment he stood up, his neck was twisted.
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