My imagination has come true

After saying these words, she suddenly became the brightest old lady in the community.

Mu Qingyun watched this old man excitedly chatting with other elderly people in the community day by day. He was quite happy at first.

She used to feel that Grandma Bai had too few pastimes, so she always encouraged her to go out and walk around more and make friends.

But within a few days, Mu Qingyun discovered that Grandma Bai's situation seemed a little bad. Her voice became louder, and her favorite clothes gradually changed from gentle long skirts to loose-fitting mom's shirts.

Mother's shirts are popular in the community recently, with big red, green and big flowers, cotton yarn texture, loose and loose, buttoned up, it must be very comfortable, but wearing it on Grandma Bai, Mu Qingyun couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

What if Grandma Bai's biological son and biological daughter came back from the imperial capital and saw their fashionable biological mother transformed into a country old lady, wouldn't they collapse?

Mu Qingyun thought about it for three seconds and then put all this unfounded worry behind him - what does it have to do with Grandma Bai falling in love with the folk customs?

Just wait until the descendants of her old man come to visit, and let Grandma Bai deal with it on her own.

When her old man said he didn't want a nanny, he invited all the nannies out. Even when he said he wanted to move back to Xiong County to live alone, no one dared to disobey her. Her eldest son only dared to call the neighbor's house three times a day at most. When he came back, he would bring some gifts and talk to the neighbors politely, hoping that everyone would take good care of his old mother. He would also put business cards everywhere, hoping that the neighbors would call him if anything happened.

Grandma Bai is so powerful, how can her son still stir up evil?
Today Brother Xiaolou cooked tomato pork ribs soup.

When Mu Qingyun used to eat tomato and pork ribs soup, in addition to tomatoes, he had to use tomato paste bought in the supermarket to make the soup thick and delicious. Brother Xiaolou was not lazy. He went to Grandma Bai's vegetable garden to pick them. tomato.

Today's tomatoes are different from those of later generations. They are not big in size, but have a very sweet taste. Peel and stir, stir-fry with oil, and season with rock sugar.

The tomatoes are ready and set aside.

Spare ribs are also very particular. In addition to choosing good ribs, you also need to pay great attention to the technique when washing them.

Senior Brother Xiaolou probably lived a rough life in the past and his cooking techniques needed to be improved. But since he accompanied his junior sister to prepare for the exam, he has studied humbly and practiced with concentration. He finally learned how to wash vegetables and meat. Now the ribs he washes are very clean. .

Simmer over low heat for two hours.

Mu Qingyun and Grandma Bai each held a large bowl of tomato and pork ribs soup. They drank the soup first and then the ribs. The soup was sweet and delicious, not astringent at all. After drinking a bowl, it quenched their thirst and did not cause any signs of dryness in the mouth. .

This kind of soup is cooked just right.

The pork ribs fell off the bones early, the meat was soft and glutinous, and there was no wood at all.

Mu Qingyun finished two large bowls.

Grandma Bai also consumed a large bowl. She felt her belly after eating and still felt a little regretful: "As I get older, my appetite is not as good as that of you young people. I think back then, I could eat not only two bowls, but three bowls. "

Mu Qingyun smiled and nodded, and sent Grandma Bai out to eat. After sending the old man away, Mu Qingyun and Brother Xiaolou had the main meal.

The two bowls of pork rib soup just now were just snacks before meals.

There are only seven or eight pieces of pork ribs in a bowl. For Grandma Bai, this is a lot. For Mu Qingyun, it is just a taste, and it is not enough to stuff between the teeth.

A portion of tomato and pork ribs soup, a large plate of braised eggplant, cold dried bamboo shoots and preserved egg tofu.

The seasoning of preserved egg tofu is also quite delicious, the eggplant is sweet, and mixed with rice in the soup, it is oily and reddish in color, very attractive. "Senior Brother Xiaolou, do you recognize Mr. Qiao?"

"Qiao Qing, the former leader of the Demon Cult."

Xiaolou's face sank, and he rarely frowned, "In the past, when Master and Master were here, the Demon Sect made trouble with our Baiyun Sect every day. Junior Sister, please stay away from him. He loves to play pranks, bully, tease, and talk nonsense. Eight ways.”

Mu Qingyun: "..."

First of all, this person is also named Qiao Qing, which is amazing.

In addition, with such a big name as the leader of the Demon Cult, it turns out that doing evil is just a prank and a bully?
The comments made by my senior brother, Xiaolou, really don't seem to have much dislike for him.

Mu Qingyun suddenly laughed.

Xiaolou: "Junior sister??"

"It's nothing."

Mu Qingyun smiled and said, "I remember that there was no such thing as the Demon Cult very early on. Where did this Demon Cult come from?"

Xiaolou said helplessly: "That's why I say Qiao Qing is sick. Before he took over the Demon Cult, the Demon Cult was called the Holy Cult. He insisted on changing it to the Demon Cult. Even the disciples of the Demon Cult themselves called their sect the Demon Cult. He His martial arts skills are so good that not even his master can beat him, and others can't even compare to him, so naturally he will do whatever he says."

Speaking of this, Xiaolou became very angry.

"It would be okay if he took over the Demon Cult and took good care of it, but he lost interest after playing for a few years and left. The remaining rabble caused trouble every day. I remember that the master was forced to go down the mountain. Once he left, It took several months just to clean up the mess for him.”

While Mu Qingyun was eating, he listened to his senior brother scolding Qiao Qing with great interest. Although he listened for a long time, he still didn't know the origin of Mr. Qiao, but at least he knew that Mr. Qiao had lived for many, many years, his age was unknown, and he They are friends, not enemies, at least not the kind of enemies who would play tricks on Baiyunmen.

According to Senior Brother Xiaolou, few people could match Mr. Qiao's martial arts many years ago. If he were an enemy, he could do whatever he wanted to clean up the withered Baiyun Sect, and there was no need to delay it until today.

After eating and drinking, the two of them put away the dishes together and sat on the terrace with snacks to enjoy the moon. Looking up from the terrace, they happened to see Mr. Qiao sitting on the eaves feeding the pigeons. The round and plump pigeons were falling. It looked so cute in his hand.

Mu Qingyun's eyes gleamed. Xiaolou glanced at her, took out the small whistle from his neck, and blew it gently. Following the sound of the whistle, the snow-white pigeons fluttered their wings and flew to Mu Qingyun's side. On, on the ground, on your knees, on your arms.

The entire terrace suddenly became lively.

Mu Qingyun hugged a white, fleshy little pigeon and rubbed it. The tentacles were particularly warm and fluffy, the chest was bulging, and the beautiful little head kept rubbing into the palm of her hand.

After playing with the pigeons for a while, Mu Qingyun turned around and saw Mr. Qiao sitting on the eaves, rolling his eyes at her lightly.

"puff."

Mu Qingyun laughed.

The wonderful summer vacation passed happily. There was still a week before the registration deadline, and Xiaolou began to pack Mu Qingyun's luggage.

This was not Mu Qingyun's first time going to college, but she didn't have to bring anything with her when she went to school. The school would prepare everything and she just had to go and get it. But this era was slightly different. (End of chapter)