A small farmer's daughter-in-law

Chapter 171 Chapter 171
Lin Song followed Lin Xiaoxiao with a slightly hesitant expression.

"I'm going to eat at your house, is it okay?"

Lin Xiaoxiao stopped, turned around and gave Lin Song a white look.

"It's just a meal, you think too much." Lin Song has helped her a lot by running around with her all day today.

He went back to have a meal together, why care about so much?

Strictly speaking, it wasn't a home at all, it was just a temporary family formed by Aunt Wu, Da Niu, and Lin Xiaoxiao's own three women.

But these three women were the kindest people to her after she crossed over. As for her family, they were still in the small village far away.

Lin Xiaoxiao's words made Lin Song's face twitch, and then his mind suddenly brightened, and he took a step to follow, with a hint of romance and suaveness.

"Yes, anyway, as long as there is something to eat."

It's just a meal as Lin Xiaoxiao said, why does he care so much about it?It's not that I'm going to see my mother-in-law, so I'm nervous.

Lin Xiaoxiao saw that Lin Song had returned to that suave, suave, dog-like dandy, and couldn't help but agree.

"That's right, friend, that's the way to be hearty. A big man is talking crookedly. What's the matter? It's not as good as a little girl like me."

Lin Song: "..."

Cooperating with his performance just now, like an eighth woman?no?

But Lin Xiaoxiao ignored the twists and turns in Lin Song's heart, and walked forward alone, towards the gate of Fengcheng No. [-] Middle School, explaining as she walked.

"Later, I will go forward on a motorcycle, and you can just follow me in a car."

When her motorcycle came to sell milk tea in the morning, it was still parked at the gate of Fengcheng No. [-] Middle School. Later, it was Lin Song's car.

What do you have to do now to ride the motorcycle back?
"All right!"

Lin Song drove the car and followed Lin Xiaoxiao's motorcycle, turned around and entered the alley, and finally arrived at the gate of the small courtyard she rented.

Lin Xiaoxiao rode the motorcycle directly into the yard, and Lin Song found a place outside the small yard with acquaintance, and parked the car.

The last time he came to this place was to help Lin Xiaoxiao deliver the street stalls back, and this time he came again and seemed more familiar.

It seems that the slightly shabby small farmyard in front of me is much more pleasing to the eye.

At this moment, Lin Xiaoxiao had parked her motorcycle and stood at the gate of the courtyard and shouted.

"Come in quickly, what are you doing standing there?"

Lin Song responded outside.

"Oh, here we come!"

Immediately, he pushed open the door of the small courtyard and walked in with great strides.

Da Niu and Aunt Wu are making dinner in the yard, Aunt Wu is making noodles while Da Niu is chopping dumpling stuffing on the stone bench in the yard with two kitchen knives.

Seeing Lin Xiaoxiao bring Lin Song back, both of them were stunned, and then relieved.

Anyway, I have already met in the morning, and I know that Lin Song is Lin Xiaoxiao's friend, and he used a car to send them to set up a stall before.

It's not so embarrassing to meet again now.

With an amiable smile on her face, Aunt Wu greeted

"Lin Song, welcome to our small yard as a guest. You are a rare visitor. You and Miss Xiao Lin go to the house and sit down. We are cooking dinner and it will be ready in a while."

The big girl was holding two kitchen knives, opened her eyelids and glanced at Lin Song, then silently lowered her head and continued to swing her arms, chopping her own dumpling stuffing with two kitchen knives.

But the heart is silent.

"My sister's annoying friend is here again. She looks like a dog when she looks like a dog, but her mouth is too short. In the morning, she called her a big black girl, and she didn't care about her feelings. People are already dark, so I don't care about her." It's unbearable to call him a big black girl!"

Standing in the yard, Lin Song felt the kindness of the people in the yard. He was a little nervous, but he immediately relaxed.

Very gregarious suggestion said.

"Okay, Aunt Wu, what are you doing? Are you planning to make dumplings? How about I help."

I don't know why, in Lin Xiaoxiao's place, I can always feel that she gets along very well with the people around her.

The warmth and kindness flowing silently between each other can be felt inadvertently, so Lin Song's mood is also relaxed for no reason.

Standing aside, Lin Xiaoxiao looked amusedly at Lin Song rolling up his sleeves and preparing to make dumplings, and couldn't help laughing.

"Hey, Lin Song, by the way, can you make these dumplings?"

It is estimated that this person does not often work at home, otherwise why would she be so dazzling when she sees this man sitting next to Aunt Wu?

After hearing Wu Xiaoxiao's words, Lin Song immediately became unhappy and retorted.

"Hey! You just look down on people. It's just making dumplings. Don't you know how?"

As he said that, in order to show that he was very professional, he looked around and found that the big girl next to him was rounding her arms and chopping dumpling stuffing vigorously.

Pointing with his long and slender fingers, he hurriedly said with a smile.

"For making dumplings, first you have to chop the dumpling fillings. Look at the strength of the little black girl, the dumpling fillings are obviously uneven! Or, the young master will chop the dumpling fillings!"

Lin Xiaoxiao: "..." This girl asked you to come over for dinner, not to cook.

Lin Song said, got up alone, and walked towards the big girl who was chopping dumpling stuffing vigorously.

The big girl who is chopping dumpling stuffing hard: "..."

Can she say that she is speechless?She didn't speak, and tried to reduce her sense of existence, why Mao, a guy named Lin Song, still picked on her.

Said she did not do well, well, she would like to see how this man named Lin Song chopped dumpling stuffing?Can you chop flowers?

The big girl stopped what she was doing, stared at Lin Song coldly, and said a word softly.

"It's so boring!"

Lin Song naturally took two kitchen knives from the big girl, raised his beautiful peach eyes and glanced at the resentful big girl.

"Hey, little black girl, don't be unconvinced, look at my master, I'll chop dumpling stuffing for you to see."

After finishing speaking, he even put down one of the kitchen knives, picked up a kitchen knife with one hand, found a stool and sat down, and began to chop up dumpling stuffing seriously.

Not to mention, it may be because of the man's strength, or it may be because of Lin Song's deliberate performance, this kid chops up the dumpling stuffing with even strength, coordinated rhythm, and elegant movements. Like playing the piano.

Big girl: "..."

There is also this method of chopping dumpling stuffing, which seems fancy and random, but every knife is chopped on the meat stuffing.

Well, the big girl expressed her admiration in her heart, and left without a word.

Lin Xiaoxiao looked at Lin Song's action of chopping dumpling fillings, and couldn't help admiring.

"Yes, it does have the taste of a western chef."

In other words, the Western chefs in those high-end restaurants are like Lin Song. To cook a dish or something, they have to dance around, with too many tricks, but the food they make is not good?
(End of this chapter)