What the soldiers ate that day was not noodles, but noodle porridge.
After feeding the pigs for three days, they suffered from indigestion and kept crying in the pigsty. No matter how much I fed them, it didn't work.
Meng Zeyan slowly talked about his youthful and frivolous past. The girl he liked sat beside him and listened quietly. At this moment, her eyes were full of him.
He made meatball and winter melon soup and also baked lasagna, each layer of which could be torn apart.
The two of them sat at a small table to eat. Tang Huan tore off the crust and ate it first, then tore off the core layer by layer and soaked it in the soup.
The crust is crispy and the core is soft and chewy.
This cake is the most delicious cake Tang Huan has ever eaten!
Eat the most delicious cake, look at the person you like the most, listen to the stories told by the person you like...
When Xing Cui and Meng Qinghe came back, Tang Huan and Meng Zeyan were washing dishes in the kitchen.
Okay, Meng Zeyan washes the dishes and Tang Huan listens to stories.
Just as Meng Zeyan said, they brought Er Xuan with them when they came back.
As soon as Erxuan entered the courtyard, he went straight to the kitchen to find Meng Zeyan, "Brother, I'm here!"
Erxuan is his nickname. His real name is Xing Ziyi. Because his brother's nickname is Daxuan, he has been called Erxuan since he was born.
Running into the kitchen and seeing Tang Huan there, Xing Ziyi greeted her with a smile: "Sister~"
"Yeah." Tang Huan smiled at him, pulled a stool from beside him and put it next to the stove, "Come and warm yourself by the fire."
Xing Ziyi closed the kitchen door, walked over and sat down, then said to Meng Zeyan with a smile, "Brother, how's it going? I mean what I said, right?"
Meng Zeyan said two words stingily: "It's okay."
This kid is really talkative. Fortunately, Tang Huan knew about it a long time ago, otherwise he would have been exposed as soon as he opened his mouth.
"By the way, brother, why did you ask me to call my aunt and uncle away?" Xing Ziyi asked curiously while warming himself by the stove.
Meng Zeyan turned around and glared at him. Was he so annoying when he was this young?
We agreed to keep it a secret, so he only kept it secret from the old couple, right?
Xing Ziyi was inexplicably glared at, feeling a bit confused. He decided to ask someone else, "Sister Xiao Huan, do you know?"
"..." Under Xing Ziyi's eager eyes, Tang Huan calmly shook his head, "Ask me, I don't know."
After saying that, he stood up and said, "Erxuan, you talk to me. I'm going back to do my homework first."
"Okay, sister, if you don't understand something, come and ask me and I'll teach you!" Xing Ziyi just graduated from high school and didn't get into college, but he had an inexplicable confidence.
Tang Huan smiled and nodded, then quickly walked out of the kitchen.
As soon as I walked into the yard, the cool breeze hit my head and I regained my senses.
Just say you can’t get close to him or you’ll fall in love!
When I returned to the room, I saw the scarf hanging by the stove. The scarf was still wet, but Meng Zeyan had to leave early tomorrow morning.
Tang Huan turned the fire in the stove to the highest level and warmed himself with his scarf by the side.
The washing machine dryer is a great invention.
After baking it until 11 o'clock, it seemed that it was not so wet anymore. I wonder if it can be dried by tomorrow morning.
In his dream, Tang Huan seemed to see that thorny boy, cursing as he fed the pigs. He fed them six or seven times a day and still complained that the pigs were eating too much...
When Tang Huan woke up in the morning, the corners of her mouth were still upturned. She was the first to go downstairs and touch the scarf hanging by the stove.
It was dry when I got it, not damp.
Fold the scarf and put it aside. It will finally be returned to its owner. This chapter has been read (please click on the next chapter to continue reading!)
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