Chapter 63 Chu Song was furious
In order to roast the chicken more evenly, Xiang Baoshu deliberately spread it out to prevent the inside from being undercooked and the outside from being burnt.
Chu Song held his chin with both hands and asked, "How long will it take to bake?"
Xiang Baoshu replied: "It should take about two hours."
After such a long time, Chu Song took out a small branch and poked the fire from time to time. Xiang Baoshu couldn't help staring at her. Although it was strange... her mentality was always like that of an old mother, and she was cute everywhere.
Chu Song noticed her gaze and tilted his head. "Why are you looking at me?"
Xiang Baoshu shook her head, her eyes falling on her hand. Seeing a heart-shaped scar on her palm, she asked curiously, "How did you get that injury?"
Chu Song said quietly, "My mother said I got burned by the flames when I was roasting sweet potatoes when I was a kid."
The original owner had such a scar on her body, and Chu Song also had one, but her scar was left by Xiang Baoshu. The best time for their relationship was probably in elementary school. Someone's cup of hot water accidentally exploded in the school, and Chu Song raised his hand to block the glass fragments for the person. The scar was left at that time.
Little Chu Song cried loudly, and Xiang Baoshu also cried with her, which made the doctor who treated her wound laugh and cry, and he tried to comfort one and then the other.
When the two quarreled later, Chu Song brought up old grudges.
If she hadn't blocked it, the glass fragments would have gone straight to Xiang Baoshu's eyes!
"So that's how it is." Xiang Baoshu nodded. She turned the chicken on the bamboo rack, feeling an indescribable feeling in her heart.
But she ignored this strangeness.
As the flames continued to lick, the chicken body gradually turned an attractive golden color. From time to time, fat would sizzle out, then fall and drip into the flames, making a "sizzling" sound.
A rich aroma filled the air, and Chu Song took a deep breath. "It smells so good, it should be almost ready, right?"
Xiang Baoshu nodded. There were not many rich seasonings in those days, so she made her own sauce, brushed it evenly on the chicken, and then cut it with a knife.
She took the lead and tore off a chicken leg and handed it to Chu Song: "Try it, be careful of the heat."
Chu Song took it without hesitation and took a bite. It was roasted just right, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The aroma of roast chicken spread between her lips and teeth. Her eyes lit up, "Not bad!"
Not bad is almost the same as delicious.
Xiang Baoshu smiled slightly. Seeing that she was eating so happily, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction in her heart.
The three of them quickly finished two chickens and used the remaining fire to roast the sweet potatoes. After Chu Song had eaten and drunk his fill, he went home with Xiang Baoshu.
Chai Xueqi prepared dinner, and the family gathered together to eat dinner. Chu Song had just had a snack in the afternoon, so he only ate half a bowl of food before putting down his bowl and chopsticks.
Ye Xiuzhi noticed it and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Chu Song: "...I'm not feeling uncomfortable, I'm just not too hungry."
After he finished speaking, several eyes flashed over. Chu Hang was the most anxious and spoke quickly, "Not hungry? That's a big problem."
"Yeah, you're fine, why did you only eat half a bowl of rice?"
Chu Heng was more direct. He touched Chu Song's forehead and muttered, "You don't have a fever. Where's your tongue? Let me see the coating on it."
Chu Song: “…”
Ye Xiuzhi nodded and said, "Being sick is not a trivial matter. If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell us immediately to prevent a minor illness from turning into a major one."
Xiang Baoshu tried her best to hold back her laughter and not reveal any flaws.
Chu Song was deeply moved by the way her family cared about her, and then she gritted her teeth and said, "I'm really not feeling unwell, I'm just not hungry."
Ye Xiuzhi observed her carefully and found that she was lively and energetic, showing no unusual behavior. She was simply not hungry. She finally breathed a sigh of relief and said in a speechless and amused manner, "It's because she didn't move this afternoon. In our village, people only eat when they are hungry, not when they can't eat."
Chu Song disagreed, "Who said I don't exercise? I made an appointment with someone yesterday to go up the mountain to dig wild vegetables tomorrow!"
"Is this true?" In the past, whenever he asked her to do something, it would be like asking her to die. When did she become so diligent now?
"Of course it's true!"
Chu Song did not lie. She did make an appointment with someone to go pick wild vegetables together. Before, she got up earlier than the chickens and worked harder than the cows. Picking wild vegetables was hard work, but now the quality of life has improved. In Chu Song's view, picking wild vegetables is a farm fun.
It’s also nice to go digging wild vegetables with friends occasionally.
"What wild vegetables are there to dig now? Do you want to dig water spinach?"
"uh-huh."
"That's fine. When you dig it up, I'll make you some scrambled eggs."
Chu Song shook his head, "No, I want Xiang Baoshu to fry it."
Ye Xiuzhi sneered, "I asked you to cook a meal, but you set the house on fire, and you still picked it."
"It shows that I have good taste." Chu Song blinked and used cuteness to stop Ye Xiuzhi from saying anything else.
Ye Xiuzhi: “…”
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The next day, Chu Song was unusually diligent. He packed everything neatly early in the morning and went out carrying a small bamboo basket.
"Xianxian, here!" The young ladies in the village greeted her.
"I'm coming, I'm coming."
Chu Song is not only popular among the aunts and uncles, but also very popular among her peers. Almost all the little girls in the village like to play with her.
"Xianxian, your clothes are so beautiful!"
"I've never seen anything like this style before. It's even better looking than the ones sold in department stores."
"And your braids are so special. This is the first time I've seen them. How did you do them?"
"This is called a fishbone braid. Do you like it? If you like it, I'll braid it for you."
Wang Hongyan, who was named, was stunned for a moment, then said happily, "Really? That's great."
So Chu Song put down the bamboo basket and started teaching on the spot.
A few girls gathered together, chattering and looking very playful. If they were in modern times, they would be either high school students or college students, and they would still be teenagers.
Chu Song did not keep his skills to himself and taught everyone the several braiding methods he knew, thus successfully gaining a group of little fans.
"As for the clothes, I asked Weng Fengwei to make them. You see, her craftsmanship is very good, right?" Chu Song dressed up specially.
Years ago, she asked Weng Fengwei to make her light clothes, but she never had the chance to wear them in winter. Now it's spring, which is a good season to wear light clothes.
So Chu Song couldn't wait to go out and show off, and the effect was naturally very successful. She received several surprised and envious glances.
Several people nodded in agreement. The craftsmanship was indeed good, with fine stitches and beautiful styles. It was even better than that of Tailor Li at the village entrance.
One of them asked curiously, "I've never spoken to that family, Xianxian, aren't you afraid?"
"What are you afraid of?"
"I heard that Weng Fengwei's grandson is very fierce and would hit people. I don't dare to get close to him."
Chu Song raised her eyebrows. She recalled how Fang Qingrong looked in front of her and felt that he had nothing to do with the word "ferocious".
"Really? Did you see him hit anyone?"
Wang Hongyan shook his head. "We didn't see it with our own eyes, but some people did. I heard that he beat those people until they were bleeding. It was scary."
"Yes, I've heard that, too."
Several people echoed.
The stories they spread sounded very convincing and didn't seem fake. Chu Song's curiosity was aroused. Xiao Fang actually had an unknown side to her!
She couldn't help but brag, "Of course I'm not afraid. When have you ever seen me afraid? There's nothing in this world that I'm afraid of."
As soon as she finished speaking, He Shujun suddenly shouted, "Xianxian! A caterpillar fell from your shoulder."
"What, where! Where?" Chu Song shouted even louder than her. She jumped up hurriedly, tap danced on the spot for a while, and then found that she had been fooled.
What caterpillar? It's totally a lie.
Several girls burst into laughter. Wang Haoyan said with a smile, "It turns out that our brave fairy also has things to fear."
Growing up in a mountain village, Chu Song is probably the only one among them who is afraid of insects.
Chu Song was furious, "You guys are going too far!"
She pretended to be angry, and when they hesitated whether they were really angry, she suddenly laughed, "But, after all, we are best friends, I forgive you."
He Shujun couldn't help laughing again. She didn't know why she was always happy when she was with Chu Song. This was why she liked him so much.
"Speaking of which." Chu Song still wanted to persuade Weng Fengwei to leave, "Are you really not tempted?"
"What's your heartbeat?"
"Of course it's Grandma Weng's tailoring skills. Her skills are so good and the prices are so cheap. If you pass by this village, you will find that this shop is gone."
Several people were tempted by what they heard. Usually, when they wanted to make clothes, they would go to tailor Li at the village entrance, but her prices were not cheap and the styles were mostly similar. It was obvious that the clothes made by Weng Fengwei were better looking!
Especially when worn by Chu Song, the effect is doubled.
Dong Man, the oldest of the group and already engaged, hesitated and said, "But we don't know her well. Will she agree to make clothes for us? If she agrees, I'd really like her to help make a new dress for us."
Chu Song: "It's simple. With me here, she will definitely agree."
"Really?" Dong Man was a little shy. "If possible, I want to ask her to be my virgin, and then wear new clothes on the wedding day."
Chu Song was a little surprised that she was actually engaged. "I'll go find her after I finish digging wild vegetables. When you get married, I'll definitely give you a big red envelope. Remember to invite me!"
Getting married means having a banquet, but Chu Song has never had a banquet in the countryside.
"Thank you so much." Dong Man said with a smile, "Don't worry, I will definitely treat you and Aunt Ye."
Chu Song was not being generous to others. She made such a promise because she could see that Weng Fengwei was lonely. Just like the last time she asked someone to make clothes for her, although she refused several times, Chu Song could see that she was happy in her heart.
Weng Fengwei is an old man who lives alone in the most remote corner of the village. Although he has Fang Qingrong to accompany him, it is obvious that Fang Qingrong is not the type of person who can make people happy every day.
If this goes on for a long time, of course you will feel lonely.
Every time Chu Song went to see Wei Fengwei, although she looked impatient, she was happy in her heart.
The girls made a fuss for a while, and then they remembered that they had some important business to do. They came to dig wild vegetables!
They were all good at work, but Chu Song had the worst fighting ability. Fortunately, everyone was kind-hearted, and in the end everyone gave her some, and after putting them together, Chu Song had filled a bamboo basket with wild vegetables.
At least it should be enough to get praise from Ye Xiuzhi.
Chu Song carried the wild vegetables back home. Ye Xiuzhi was still working in the fields, so she put down the bamboo basket and rushed to the Weng family.
"Grandma! Grandma! Open the door, I'm coming."
Weng Fengwei is old and not suitable for working on the ground anymore. Every time Chu Song goes to see her, she stays at home.
Soon, the door opened.
Chu Song came closer and smiled widely, "Long time no see, Grandma Weng."
Weng Fengwei moved aside to let her in, but asked, "Why are you here again?"
Chu Song was thick-skinned and was not scared away by her "coldness". "Grandma Weng, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
"You're talking nonsense, aren't you? Why would I want to hear your lies?" Weng Fengwei added, "Qingrong isn't here right now. If you're here to see him, you've come to the wrong place."
"No, I came here to see you."
"Hmph, what do you want from me?"
"Let me tell you the truth first. The truth is that I haven't seen you for a long time, and I miss you very much."
Weng Fengwei didn't believe it, "What's a lie?"
"That's a lie. I've been asked to do you a favor."
"A request from someone?" Weng Fengwei was puzzled. "What could possibly happen to an old woman like me, half buried in the ground?"
Chu Song didn't answer. Instead, she opened her arms and turned around to show off her clothes. "Look at what I'm wearing today. Do they look good on me?"
"Of course the clothes I make are beautiful." Weng Fengwei said with a faint expression.
In fact, she was amazed. If the clothes were worth 90 points, Chu Song wore them to the point of 100 points.
"That's right, so I'm your living signboard now. When the sisters and sisters in the village see me, they are very envious of me and want to come to you to make clothes."
Weng Fengwei was stunned, doubting the credibility of this statement. She pretended to be indifferent, "Why don't they look for others, but come to me?"
"uh-huh."
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The author has something to say: I suddenly thought of a joke (?
Liang and Lu met.
Liang: Unfortunately, I am your girlfriend’s boyfriend.
Lu: You are the mistress and I am the mistress?
Liang: I am a mistress
Lu: (laughs)
Liang: You are Xiao Si
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