Life in the mountain village is leisurely.
Yang Donghu had nothing to do, so he planned to cultivate a small piece of land in the yard and grow some vegetables so that he could eat them in the future.
This idea came to him after he entered the kitchen today.
Zhao Luochuan usually lives alone and doesn't care much about food and clothing. He just gets by as he can.
Most of his clothes were bought by his aunt Zhu Cuilan, so she prepared an extra set of clothes for Zhao Fangyu, which was not too bad.
As for meals, they were just makeshift. Whatever was at home, they would just chop it up and put it in the pot. When it was cooked, they would take it out of the pot and add nothing but salt. A meal made in the morning was enough to last the whole day.
Going up the mountain is even easier. Just bring a few hard dry buns with you and drink some cold water, and you'll be able to get through it.
Yang Donghu has a strong appetite and he totally disagrees with Zhao Luochuan's lifestyle. He believes that people live just to eat and wear, so they can't just go through the motions.
Early this morning, he woke up earlier than Zhao Luochuan and thought about making breakfast first.
There is everything in the kitchen, including pots, pans, and even a clay pot for making soup.
All the tools were available, but unfortunately, after searching around, all I found was a few rotten cabbage leaves and a bunch of wilted green onions.
Zhao Luochuan's first meal left an indelible shadow on him. That bowl of tightly packed and dry fried rice still makes him feel choked up.
He doesn't want to eat fried rice every day in the future. It's time to make some changes.
Yang Donghu thought to himself and started to prepare breakfast. Fortunately, there was not only rice at home. There was also a large bag of multi-grain flour and half a bag of white flour in the flour jar.
He picked the only small handful of green onions, removed the yellow leaves, cut them into chopped green onions and put them in a small bowl.
I scooped out two spoonfuls of multi-grain flour from the flour jar and added a spoonful of fine white flour. It not only tastes better but also increases the stickiness. I used warm water to make a soft dough and set it aside to rise for a while.
Take advantage of this moment to wash half a bowl of millet, put it in a casserole and simmer it over low heat. When you can smell the fragrance of the millet, the porridge is ready.
Roll the proofed dough into a thinner dough sheet, put chopped green onion on it and roll it up, then divide it into five small pieces, roll them out, spread them in the pan, and fry until both sides are golden brown.
This is what breakfast looks like.
Zhao Luochuan smelled the fragrance of rice while half asleep and half awake. He saw the smoke rising from the kitchen through the window. He jumped up and wanted to go to the kitchen to take a look.
"You're up now. Come wash up and come over for dinner." Yang Donghu looked at Zhao Luochuan who came out of the house, and greeted him while bringing the food to the table.
Zhao Luochuan looked at the porridge and bread in front of him and swallowed his saliva involuntarily. Since his parents passed away, he had to make do with most of his meals.
He tidied himself up as quickly as possible and sat upright at the table.
Yang Donghu handed him the chopsticks and said, "Eat quickly, or it won't taste good if it gets cold."
Zhao Luochuan took the chopsticks and picked up a pancake. The golden pancake was dotted with green chopped green onions. He bit off most of it in one bite.
He picked up the millet porridge and took a sip. The rich aroma of millet mixed with the fragrance of scallion pancakes made him so comfortable that he narrowed his eyes.
Yang Donghu drank the porridge in small sips, secretly glancing at him from time to time.
Well, watching him eat tastes much better than eating it myself.
Both of them had almost finished eating, and Zhao Luochuan subconsciously stood up to clear the table.
Yang Donghu stopped him and took the bowl and chopsticks from him: "I want to clean up the land on the east side of the yard. While it's not too cold now, I can plant a new crop of vegetables so that we can eat them when the weather gets colder."
This was not a problem for Zhao Luochuan when he was alone before. He often went up the mountain and could not eat much food. But it is different now. He has a husband and it is time for him to live his life.
"Okay, I'll go get some water and water the ground. It's too dry now. I need to water it thoroughly first and then plow it tomorrow."
"Okay." Yang Donghu agreed and turned to go to the kitchen.
There is a large vat in the kitchen for storing water.
Behind the Zhao family’s house is a small stream that flows down from the back mountain. The water is very clear.
When eating, washing, etc., they would pick up water from the stream and pour it into the big vat.
Zhao Luochuan took a bucket from the kitchen and went out to fetch water one trip at a time.
The piece of land is neither big nor small. It relies purely on manpower, and it takes more than ten trips back and forth.
After noon, the temperature began to rise gradually. After Zhao Luochuan finished carrying the last load of water, hot sweat flowed down his cheeks.
He felt so hot that he took off his outer shirt, tied it loosely around his waist, and rolled up his sleeves high, revealing his strong arms.
Yang Donghu had just finished cleaning the house and wanted to take out Zhao Luochuan's quilt to dry it in the sun while the weather was good so that he could sleep more comfortably at night.
He came out with a quilt and saw Zhao Luochuan washing his face in the yard. His eyes were immediately attracted to him.
Zhao Luochuan wore a thin inner garment on his upper body, and without the outer garment to cover his body, his figure was clearly visible.
He has broad shoulders and a thick back, and the muscles in his upper body are tight and strong. His abdominal muscles are faintly visible under his clothes. He washed his face, picked up the towel to wipe his face, and raised his hand slightly. The blue veins on his arm were very eye-catching.
Yang Donghu looked at it for a long time and felt his mouth dry. For a moment, he wanted to touch it.
Perhaps because Yang Donghu's gaze was too explicit, Zhao Luochuan looked up, and the two people's eyes met nakedly.
Yang Donghu quickly withdrew his gaze, his face burning hot, and that uncomfortable feeling seemed to come back again.
Seeing that he didn't move, Zhao Luochuan thought that the rope was too high for him to hang on, so he walked over and took the quilt from his hand. With a raise of his hand, the quilt fell steadily on the rope.
Yang Donghu straightened the quilt, trying to distract himself and not look up at him again.
Zhao Luochuan looked down at Yang Donghu, whose cheeks were slightly red, and found him inexplicably cute, with a beating in his heart. He thought, after all, he is his husband, so no matter how he looks at him, it is not beyond the limit, so he stared at him unrestrainedly.
Yang Donghu noticed the bright gazes around him and asked nervously, "Don't you have to go up the mountain these few days?"
"It's just these two days. This is the last time we go before it gets cold. From now on, the prey won't be very likely to come out."
Yang Donghu didn't know much about this, so he just nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
After pausing for a moment and seeing that he was still standing there, she couldn't help but say, "Although the weather is hot, it's autumn now. Hurry up and put on your clothes. You just washed your face with raw water. Don't get sick again."
Zhao Luochuan didn't hear anything he said. He stared at his opening and closing mouth and swallowed involuntarily.
It wasn't that hot today, but Zhao Luochuan felt hot all over. A surge of impulse rushed to his lower body, and his body seemed to have changed.
The more he watched, the more unbearable it became. He pinched his thigh hard with his fingers and forced his eyes to look away: "I'm going to wash my face again."
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