Era Space: The darling of the rough man is sweet and flirtatious

Chapter 62 Are You Really Not Afraid of Being Orphaned?

There is no need to hand in the sod for mowing, and each picks and fertilizes at home. The members of the commune go back and forth between the fields and their homes.

Moyanggong belongs to Moyanggong. After all, it is considered to be work for the family, and the comings and goings are quite lively.

Lin Yuzhu walked home carrying a load of grass. Her family did not have cattle, but she raised pigs.

The cut turf can only be taken to the pigsty after it is dried in the drying dam. When it is almost retting, it will be cleaned out and piled up in the pit behind the pigsty for further composting.

She glanced at the closed door, and there was no smoke coming out of the chimney on the roof of the kitchen behind, thinking about her first steamed bun here, she opened the lock and went in.

Steamed buns will not smell like stewed pork from inside the house. As long as you don't shout, no one will know that her family makes buns.

Entering the backyard, Lin Yuzhu saw Song Yi who had moved a low table and stool and was sitting outside the hallway with his head bowed and writing. He suddenly remembered Song Huaying's sentence that Song Yi was bullying her in the room.

She glanced at his straight and broad back, and wondered: when he bullied her, what would it look like if there were scratches on it.
I think you are greedy for his body.

Lin Yulan's complaints echoed in her mind, and Lin Yuzhu's face immediately became hot.

The weather was fine and windless, and the cicadas on the trees outside the yard were really heating up.

"Are you back? The buns are already steamed." Song Yi kept his pen tip on and greeted him casually, as naturally as if he was at his house.

Lin Yuzhu spat on herself secretly, put down those messy thoughts, went into the backyard and fetched a basin of cold water from the stove to wash her face.

"Why are you still here?"

"There is a lot of noise at home, and I just have to write a task schedule. I am too lazy to go to the office after steaming the buns. You are quiet here."

Song Yi squeezed the dipped pen into the ink bottle, looked up at Lin Yuzhu, "Did you run back?"

Wearing a straw hat can block the sun, so that your ears won't get red unless you run all the way back.

He never thought about the possibility of Lin Yuzhu being so bold and blushing.

"No, I walked back." The cool water washed her hands, face and neck, taking away all kinds of heat, and Lin Yuzhu's mood calmed down.

Song Yi tilted his head to look at her, the wet forehead spread out on his forehead, his face was flushed, his eyes were moist, his ears were red, and even his neck was tinged with bright pink.

In this way, she is full of vitality and seductive.

"Then why are your face and neck so red, as if you were drunk."

"Not yet..." Lin Yuzhu secretly bit the tip of her tongue, dried the towel and poured water into the ditch with a splash.

It wasn't his sister and her sister who led her into the ditch with their mouths!

Song Yi looked at the back of her rushing towards the stove, and thought to himself, did he ask something wrong?
When I came back to my senses, I found that the ink was dipped too much, and a ball of ink dripped on the paper, and it was smacking with teeth and claws.

"Tsk..." He frowned, looked at the ink-stained Lin Yuzhu, and wrote her name again in a new line.

As soon as Lin Yuzhu entered the stove, all her thoughts were immediately occupied by the steamer on the stove.

Opening the lid of the steamer, a faint scent of sweet wine wafted into her nostrils, and the white, plump and soft steamed buns and steamed buns immediately healed her worries.

She froze for a moment, how she acted when she left, and how she acted now, there wasn't even a single vacant seat.

He reached out for an ugly bun stuffed with chives and eggs, and another stuffed with celery and pork, and walked out of the kitchen.

"Why didn't you try one, here, Roubao."

"You're not here, who wants to eat. My hands are dirty now, I don't have time, I'll talk about it later." Song Yi returned her without looking up.

Lin Yuzhu stretched out her feet and hooked a low stool to sit next to him. She gnawed a mouthful of what was obviously a fool's masterpiece, and frowned. The folds were too tightly pinched, which somewhat affected the taste.

Holding the meat bun I wrapped, I handed it to his mouth, "I've already digested the food I ate at noon, are you hungry? Open your mouth, and I'll feed you."

Song Yi's pen tip paused, looked down at the white and fat bun in front of him, and swallowed uncomfortably, "I'm not a child. What are you doing?"

"Hurry up, I've been working all afternoon, it's so sour to raise my hands like this~"

The bun rubbed against his lips, as soft and tender as her lips when she kissed his earlobe at noon today.

The humming and coquettish sound was like brushed candy, sticking to the tip of his heart and making him numb, so he had to open his mouth to take a bite.

The meat buns with thin skin and big stuffing captured his taste buds at once. The meat stuffing with spices was delicious, half fat and half thin, tender and fluffy.

It was even more fragrant and soft than the steamed stuffed bun that Yang Meixia gave him when he was in junior high school in the town.

After one bite, the oily and delicious gravy flows between the lips and teeth, which is the fatty taste that those who rarely eat meat yearn for.

The chopped celery neutralizes the fatness of the fatty meat, and sets off the freshness and sweetness of the lean meat.

"It's better than the state-run restaurant, right?"

"Well, it's delicious. I ate it a few times when I was in school, and Yang Meixia gave it to me."

Lin Yuzhu stared wide-eyed, a little dumbfounded.

As expected of a straight man of steel, Song Iron and Steel actually mentioned another woman seriously when evaluating the delicious steamed buns she made.

Are you really not afraid of being lonely?
She resolutely withdrew her hand, raised her chin, "Then tell me why Yang Meixia gave you buns."

Song Yi swallowed what was in his mouth and put down the pen.

"One time I brought food back to school from home, but I lost food stamps on the way. Without food stamps, I couldn't exchange them for meal tickets. My classmates in the same dormitory gave me the meals they had packed for me. After eating for a few days, everyone couldn't get enough to eat."

"So, you brute don't eat their food?" Lin Yuzhu felt distressed, and fed the steamed stuffed bun into his mouth again.

It was a one-month food stamp, and the family used the food to go to the brigade to fight for a certificate in exchange.

According to his personality, he would never ask his family for another ration.

"My classmate doesn't have any extra rations at home. When I'm growing up, it's fine if I don't have enough to eat alone. I don't want to hurt my classmates." Song Yi took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, his eyebrows relaxed.

The classmates who live in the town are all day students, and only those who have to walk a few or ten miles of mountain roads like him live on campus.

Sitting in the classroom and attending classes can last a while, but there are not many such opportunities, and they still have a lot of labor.

The school raises pigs, grows vegetables, and also fertilizes. Basically, most of the class time is spent on various labors.

They are all half-children, who survived half a day, and all of them were so hungry that they broke out in cold sweat.

How could he have the nerve to share the food from their lunch boxes.

When I was working in the vegetable field at school, I picked up two sweet potatoes or other vegetables that could be eaten raw. At noon, I used the pickles and sauerkraut at home to deal with it in the classroom.

"One time, Yang Meixia didn't go home because of the blackboard newspaper. She saw me eating jicama and sauerkraut in the classroom. When I came back after washing the rice bowl, I found a stack of food stamps in the table hole. When I asked her, she said she didn't know. "

"I know she gave it to her, but she doesn't admit it. She's the kind of person who was raised in a honeypot and can't do much work, so I do her labor tasks together when I work. Sometimes she steps on the spot Come to school, eat breakfast in a hurry, and stuff the buns I can't finish."

Lin Yuzhu licked her lower lip and smiled meaningfully, no wonder Yang Meixia had loved him for so many years.

Isn't being seductive invisibly the deadliest thing?

"What a nice girl~ I brought you buns to eat~"

Song Yi shook his head, held her wrist and brought the bun to his mouth and took a bite.

"I don't like that kind of pampered person. I told my eldest brother about it, and he took the money to find someone to buy a food stamp and asked me to return it to her. The buns bought in the state-run restaurant are not as good as yours. I like them You did it."

"Okay, it's rare to hear a soft word from your mouth, next time I will make you a soup dumpling that I haven't eaten before!"

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