Cross the ancient times with golden fingers to farm and raise cubs

Chapter 192 Mind

After Zhiye handed the water to grandma, she took the barbecue back from Yan San's hand, and sat down while pressing Yan San.

Probably because of the presence of an elder like Yu Xiaoxiao, Yan Sanyue became more reserved and didn't know whether to speak or not, so he could only glance at her from the corner of his eye from time to time to see what Grandma Xiao was doing.

Yu Xiaoxiao naturally felt the eyes that Yan San cast over from time to time, but she didn't say anything, after all, she was not familiar with her, and she was not someone who could quickly warm up to people.

The aroma of the barbecue is more intense and attractive. Zhiye uses the picked and washed leaves to spread on the stone as dishes, tear off the barbecue and put it in. It will be convenient to eat after a while.

Seeing that the grandparents and grandchildren were both busy, Yan San became even more restless, and leaned closer to the more familiar Zhiye, and asked in a low voice, "I'll help, too. See what I can do?"

Zhiye thought it was a little funny to see him embarrassed, but she didn't refuse again, so as not to make this person even more uncomfortable.

"Then help me bring the jar with the lid next to the fire, be careful, don't burn it and drop it."

"it is good."

Yan San didn't feel so uncomfortable when he had something to do. He passed happily. Fortunately, he was not a reckless person. He first tested the temperature with his hands, and felt that it wasn't too hot. He could touch it directly with his hands, so he was relieved. Boldly picked up the jar.

Going back to Zhiye, put down the jar and said again: "The jar is not too hot, what else can I do?"

Zhiye had already torn apart all the barbecue meat at this moment, looked at his expectant eyes, smiled and shook his head and said: "It's all done, there's nothing wrong with it, you go sit down, I'll bring the bowls and chopsticks and we can It's time for dinner."

Yan San nodded and sat back.

Zhi Yeduo took a bowl, lifted the lid of the earthen pot, stirred it with a spoon, and was about to put rice into the bowl, when suddenly, as if thinking of something, his porridge hand paused.

"How much do you eat for the third banquet? You are the guest and serve it to you first."

Yan San was stunned for a moment, walked quickly over and said in a low voice, "Master Ye, please give it to your grandma first, after all, where can the elders take care of me, the younger generation first."

Zhiye nodded and said, "That's fine, I'll fill it with milk first, then you can fill it yourself later, how much can you fill?"

"it is good."

Zhiye deftly filled a thick bowl for his grandma, then added some vegetables and barbecue with chopsticks, the pile was full, and then handed it over to grandma: "Grandma, it's time to eat, we have some Injured patient, I cooked some porridge at night, if you think it’s not tasty enough, I’ll bring over the hot sauce and mustard, and we’ll eat it.”

"Row."

Yu Xiaoxiao put down the cane, clapped her hands and wiped her body, then took the bowl and chopsticks, and started to eat.

Zhiye looked back and saw that Yan San was also looking at this side, but he had no intention of serving the meal, so he couldn't help but want to help his forehead. How can this person move only after a while.

In the past, he put the bowl in Yansan's hand and said, "Hurry up and fill it up."

After explaining, he went to the luggage to get hot sauce and mustard.

Seeing that half a can of chili sauce and half a can of pickled mustard were still left, he was a little puzzled, and asked directly as he walked past: "Grandma, our hot sauce is almost finished, why do you feel that there is not much mustard? There are so many, we didn’t eat less, did we?”

Yu Xiaoxiao didn't even raise her head, and she lied without any psychological burden: "I brought a lot of mustard, and I've already finished the jar before, and this is a new one."

"Oh~ I also said why I haven't seen it less."

Zhiye didn't doubt his grandma's words at all, not only because he trusted his grandma, but also because these jars basically looked exactly the same, and he didn't always have pickled mustard for every meal, but his grandma did make some stir-fry for every meal. rice, so he didn't suspect anything.

Zhiye put the hot sauce and pickled mustard in front of Yu Xiaoxiao, making it convenient for her to grab it if she wanted to eat it.

Then I went to serve myself a meal, and when I passed Yansan, I saw that he was half a bowl of thick porridge, with such a small chopstick in the wild vegetables, and the barbecue was even more untouched.

"I cook enough for three meals. Why do you, a big man, have to be coy and polite? Come here quickly, you should eat vegetables, you should eat meat, and we don't lack you. If I hadn't deliberately considered that you are an injured patient, I wouldn't be able to make such a light meal today, so don't disappoint my good intentions."

Yan San's face burned a little bit, but fortunately it was dark now, but no one noticed, but he still listened to Zhiye's words, got up to fill the bowl, and picked up some meat and vegetables. He sat back and lowered his head to eat.

Zhiye no longer cared about him, and filled a big bowl for himself, took a few bites of the mixed vegetables and meat, and felt a little bland.

He is still used to eating heavy meals, but he can't get used to such bland meals, so he covered the rest of the meal, ran to grandma, got some hot sauce and mustard greens, mixed them into a bowl, tasted it, and felt it It was just in line with my own taste, so I sat next to it without moving, and started eating with big mouthfuls.

The taste of Yan San was mild, and I felt that the taste of the food was just right, but from the corner of the eye, seeing Zhiye's grandson and grandson eating deliciously, he swallowed unconsciously, and wanted to taste the taste of hot sauce and mustard bibimbap.

If it wasn't for his rationality and knowing that he was a wounded patient, he would have the audacity to go over and taste a little bit, their food is really delicious.

After the meal, Zhiye took over the job of washing dishes as usual, while Yu Xiaoxiao continued to weave hammocks.

Yan San looked at this, and then at that, he really couldn't let the savior do all the work, and he could sit back and enjoy it with peace of mind, after all, this is not his servant.

He is not familiar with Grandma Xiao, so subconsciously, he is more willing to talk to Zhiye. When he sees Zhiye going to the river with bowls and chopsticks, he has to get up quickly to help carry the things.

Zhiye glanced at him, put down the bowls and chopsticks, went to get a torch and lit it on the fire, handed him to Yansan and said, "Help me hold the torch to light it up, I will wash the bowls and chopsticks by myself. to make."

Yan San nodded obediently, he had never washed the dishes before, and he was worried about what he would do if he couldn't clean them or dropped the dishes, but now he doesn't have to wash the dishes, he is quite happy.

Zhiye also heaved a sigh of relief, they only ordered this guy to eat, if this person fell, would they have to pick it up with their hands after eating?

It's scary to think about it, and he should be relieved by arranging another job for him.

Although the two have their own thoughts, they are still polite and harmonious when they get along.

The two went to the river together to wash all the dishes, chopsticks and earthen pots before returning.

Yu Xiaoxiao was still sitting by the fire, weaving the hammock deftly with her hands and feet. At this time, more than half of it was completed, and it would take half an hour to complete the work by visual estimation.

After all, Yan San was injured and slept all afternoon. Now that he had just sat down for a while after eating, he couldn't bear it anymore and started to feel sleepy.

Zhiye is still very energetic, but he seems to have nothing to do. Although he is a leather child, his weaving skills are really bad, and the things he weaves are always loose and loose. Since there is no talent, I rarely touch it again.

Therefore, there is always nothing he can do about it.

(End of this chapter)