Xianyu's leisurely life through books

Chapter 82 In-depth understanding
Tie up the meat roll taro one by one, and the rest is steamed over high heat.

This process will last for more than an hour.

If you are in modern times, just adjust the time.

But here, it is necessary to constantly add firewood and control the fire.

Pei Xiaoxiao moved a chair and sat by the stove, adding a piece of firewood from time to time, poking it with a fire stick from time to time, a little boring.

She stared at the flames.

The orange-red thing began to hypnotize her after a while.

Pei Xiaoxiao sat cross-legged on the chair, nodded her head, and started fishing.

Song Yu washed up outside, took the bowl into the kitchen after eating breakfast, saw her dozing off, it was funny and heartbroken.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "How do I do this? Let me take a look. You go back and have a rest."

Pei Xiaoxiao strained her eyelids and cast a disdainful glance at him: "I'll do it myself."

According to the book, this guy can't cook anything except barbecue.

Let him watch the fire, but don't burn the pot!
She didn't want to work all morning in vain.

Pei Xiaoxiao turned her head, and poked the firewood in again with the fire stick.

Seeing her insistence, Song Yu didn't say any more, and went out again after putting away the bowl.

But when you turn around...

Pei Xiaoxiao's eyes were tightly closed, and her body was leaning to the side.

Song Yu: "..."

He strode forward and grabbed her shoulders.

With a hook on the long legs, another stool was carefully pulled over.

There was no sound.

Jia Shi and the two looked at it in amazement, and murmured softly.

"People who have practiced martial arts are different. They are better than us at pulling a stool."

"I can sleep well..."

"I just can't get away, otherwise I will help my siblings watch the fire."

Song Yu made a silent gesture to them, sat next to Pei Xiaoxiao by himself, and adjusted her posture so that she could lean on his shoulder to sleep more comfortably.

Pei Xiaoxiao slept heavily, her entire body weight was on Song Yu's body, and her upper body gradually slid down.

Song Yu simply adjusted his posture and let her lie on his lap.

The only sound left in the kitchen was the sound of the two sisters-in-law stirring the meat paste and seasonings, the occasional beeping sound of the firewood, and Pei Xiaoxiao's even breathing.

Song Yu looked down at the person in his arms.

She turned her face to her arms.

Because of the squeeze, her small mouth was slightly opened, and a few strands of hair stuck to the corners of her lips.

Song Yu hooked her fingers lightly and pinned her hair behind her ears.

Just recovering from a serious illness, the flesh on her cheeks hasn't grown yet, so she looks a little pitiful.

In addition to getting up early, her brows and eyes were also a little tired.

Song Yu felt a little distressed, and stroked her brows and eyes lightly.

Turning to the temples again, he straightened her flying hair one after another.

Suddenly, he turned his eyes and saw a suspicious sparkle around her mouth.

Song Yu was speechless.

He silently took out his handkerchief.

Xiao Han's angle just happened to be able to see this scene.

She couldn't help laughing: "How old are you, and you still drool when you sleep..."

The voice stopped abruptly when it met Song Yu's displeased eyes.

Song Yu withdrew his gaze and glanced out the window.

Du Rouhui will come to treat his leg soon.

He didn't want to disturb his wife's dream.

After thinking for a moment, he put his palm on Pei Xiaoxiao's ear, looked at Jia Shi, and whispered, "Sister-in-law, can you help me..."

"Miss Du, it's quite early today, have you had breakfast?"

Mother Song's voice came in.

Song Yu paused.

"What help?"

"do not have much left."

Jia Shi glanced at the couple, listened to the greetings outside, and nodded in understanding.

A look of envy flashed in his eyes.

Du Rouhui's figure appeared at the kitchen door: "Brother Song Yu..."

Song Yu increased his strength a little, and covered her ears more tightly.

He turned his head slightly, and said softly to Du Rouhui: "You go out first, I will come later."

Du Rouhui nodded obediently, with a polite and elegant smile on her face.

The palm of the hand was almost pierced by fingernails.

The person under the palm seemed to feel something, moved, and opened his eyes.

Song Yu looked down.

Pei Xiaoxiao was still a little dazed, as if she didn't know the depths and the ground, she didn't know what day and night, so she blinked her eyes in confusion.

"woke up?"

The man's deep and mellow voice sounded from above.

Pei Xiaoxiao opened her mouth slightly, and looked up sideways.

Four eyes facing each other.

The man had a smile on his lips, gentle brows and eyes, and an expression...

Pamper.

Pei Xiaoxiao was clever and straightened up abruptly.

She got up too fast, couldn't sit still, and almost fell to the ground.

Song Yu caught her with sharp eyes and quick hands: "Be careful."

With a blushing face, Pei Xiaoxiao helped her hands away from her waist: "Hurry up and go for treatment."

Song Yu nodded slightly, stretched out the handkerchief to the corner of her mouth and wiped it lightly, and said with a smile, "Okay."

Pei Xiaoxiao was stunned.

what?
What is he doing?
What are you wiping her with?
It's not what she thinks it is, is it?
"Take it." Song Yu reminded, paused, and then said, "Remember to wash it for me, I only have this square handkerchief."

Pei Xiaoxiao's expression was stiff, like a marionette, she accepted the veil mechanically and obediently.

Wet.

really……

The suffocated laughter of the two sister-in-laws and the man's teasing low laughter came to his ears.

Embarrassed, Pei Xiaoxiao quickly glanced at Song Yu.

The latter's eyes are full of narrowness.

Ahhh, who will save her?

She walked to the stove with her hands and feet, and pretended to lift the lid of the pot, pretending to be busy.

Song Yu laughed again.

What a fun morning.

Du Rouhui looked at the scene in front of her expressionlessly.

Recently, she often haunts Song's house.

She was used to Song Yu's various... interactions with Pei Xiaoxiao.

She didn't react as much as she first saw.

Of course, this is only the surface.

Du Rouhui was still not at peace.

She didn't urge her either, she just took a few steps outside, not wanting to watch the flirting scene inside.

Not long after, Song Yu came out.

There was a smile on his lips, and his eyebrows and eyes stretched.

Obviously in a good mood.

Du Rouhui changed the subject as calmly as possible: "Where are all the children at home? Why do you only see Wenwen?"

"They all went to ethnology."

Du Rouhui was surprised, and glanced around: "Are the girls at home going too?"

Song Yu glanced at her indifferently: "What's the matter? Girls can't go?"

It was Jia who first proposed that the children in the family would go to school.

With Hua's hard work in sales and stalls in the county, the daily shipment of meatballs ranges from [-] to [-] catties.

Jia's wages alone can account for more than 100 Wen every day.

Of course, after excluding the [-]% handed in, she would still have [-] or [-] essays.

Mrs. Jia learned a few characters with her father, a scholar, and taught her two daughters on weekdays.

Now that she has spare money and she is busy, she simply enrolls Song Xue and Song Lu to study ethnology.

A year of repairs is only one tael or five dollars, which Jia can fully afford.

Erfang looked hot, especially since Song Xiao was still a boy.

Xiao Han didn't have enough money, so he wanted to borrow some money from the public to support his son Song Xiao's education first.

With a wave of her hand, Song's mother sent all five children to go, and the money was paid by the public.

She received more than 100 taels of money from Pei Xiaoxiao and Song Yu last year. After living expenses, medical treatment and other expenses, she still had dozens of taels in her hands.

Relying on the meatballs, I still earn two or three hundred cash every day.

Song's mother was also generous.

As for Song Wen, she is still young, let's talk about it in a year or two.

Du Rouhui smiled dryly: "No, as long as you can read and write, it's good."

Song Yu nodded slightly and did not speak again.

The conversation ended inexplicably, and the atmosphere between the two became so awkward, and they walked into the east wing together.

To dredge the meridians of the legs, acupuncture and massage are necessary.

Needles are fine.

Massage needs to touch the skin, and also massage and knead in various ways.

Song Yu really didn't like other people touching her.

Therefore, I have carefully consulted Lin Beizhi on the technique.

Fortunately, he often massaged his legs before, so he learned it quickly.

Therefore, Du Rouhui's treatment for him was just an injection.

Even so, I still have to roll up my trousers and need to be treated in the room.

Du Rouhui loves Song Yu, and strives for the best treatment effect, concentrates on getting the needles, and doesn't talk nonsense.

She shot like lightning, skillful.

Not long after, Song Yu's knees, calves, ankles and feet were all covered with thin and long silver needles.

It looks really scary.

Of course, it's also very sour.

Song Yu was sweating profusely from the pain, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing, but he didn't groan.

Du Rouhui felt sorry for him, and diverted his attention by saying: "It won't hurt so much after fifty breaths, bear with it."

Song Yu nodded slightly, but said nothing.

Du Rouhui looked at Song Yu secretly, feeling happy in her heart.

On weekdays, when she treated him, Pei Xiaoxiao would lie on the side and sleep soundly.

Song Yu was afraid of disturbing Pei Xiaoxiao, so he always kept her quiet.

Today...hehe!
Rare opportunity.

In her previous life, she only paid attention to him from afar.

It was not far from the information that ordinary people who had heard of Song Yu learned.

Now that she has the opportunity, she wants to know him better.

"Combined with medicinal diet during treatment, the effect can be multiplied with half the effort...Brother Song Yu, tell me about your eating habits, and I will customize a medicinal diet list for you!"

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