Yu Jun

On November [-]th, the Wujia Cake Shop was closed for a day, and the family moved to Baijiaqiao.

After two days, this relatively good house was clean and tidy. Wu's mother was busy with the shop during the day and at home at night. Her busy face was radiant and full of energy. She had a rag in her hand and wiped it wherever she went. The yellow sand jar almost caused her to wipe out the glaze.

Another day, just after noon, the better door was pushed open, and a fatter head came in, and at the same time muttered: "No one? Why doesn't anyone lock the door?"

He simply opened the door and came in, followed by a thinner boy carrying a huge leg of lamb, and the two of them entered the yard together with the leg of lamb.

Cheng Ting signaled Pang Dahai to carry the leg of lamb to the kitchen, looked around: "This place is nice, it doesn't smell bad at all."

Then he stretched out his hand and dragged Mo Lingfeng in.

Mo Lingfeng came in, with empty hands, looking around, Yin Nan looked around, saw nothing unusual, and sat on the roof to blow the cold wind.

The snow shovels in the yard were clean, revealing the compacted yellow earth. Two poles were crossed on the yellow earth, and a bamboo pole was placed on the pole. The shirt hangs in the wind.

Mo Lingfeng recognized that this dress was worn by Wu Jin when she went to Cheng's house for a banquet. It was dirty from a fight, and it snowed for several days, and it took two days to wash it out.

The sound of "cuckoo" came from the southeast corner. It was something boiling on the kitchen stove, and the aroma was tangy.

Cheng Ting entered the kitchen without seeing anyone else. He lifted the lid of the pot and saw a piece of dry meat rolled inside. They couldn't tell whether it was cooked or not.

Cheng Ting put the lid on the pot, moved his nose again, sniffed and squatted down, looked into the stove hole, and asked Pang Dahai to dig in with a fire chopstick: "It's not too much to exchange two sweet potatoes for one leg of lamb."

Sure enough, Pang Dahai dug out two sweet potatoes, cleaned the ashes and handed them to Cheng Ting, Cheng Ting waved him away: "You go back, if my father asks, you just say that I am discussing knowledge with Wu Jin."

Fat Dahai was ordered to leave, leaving Cheng Ting and Mo Lingfeng squatting in front of the stove to eat roasted sweet potatoes, wiped their mouths after eating, and continued squatting.

"I'm not full yet," Cheng Ting touched the fire chopsticks, "Wu Jin is not here, let's go eat Huzhou cuisine."

Mo Lingfeng shook his head: "Wu Jin didn't even close the door, I will guard the door for him."

"Then I'll guard the door for him too." Cheng Ting picked up a piece of firewood and stuffed it into the stove hole, "Please invite us to listen to Xiqin tonight, I dare not pay my father's debt, you pay your brother's debt .”

"Row."

Neither of them knew how to light a fire, they just kept adding firewood, within a short while, the kitchen was full of smoke, the two of them were covered in tears from the smoke, and they wiped their tears one after another, the whole kitchen was soaked in the smoke.

Cheng Ting narrowed his eyes and groped to open the kitchen door: "Cough cough cough...what's the matter...cough cough cough..."

The wind rushed in, the smoke slowly dissipated, and the smoke was no longer billowing in the stove hole. The flame gradually rose, and "suddenly", it licked the stove directly and surrounded the entire pot.

The orderly gurgling sound in the pot suddenly became more urgent, like a torrential rain, even the lid of the pot was opened and closed from time to time, the aroma of the meat in the pot became more and more intense, and then the aroma gradually lost its flavor and turned into a burnt aroma.

"It's over! It's over! The fire is over!" Cheng Ting hurriedly pulled out a piece of firewood.

Unexpectedly, he took one, brought out countless roots, smashed it to the ground with sparks, and placed a lot of chopped dry firewood and bamboo pieces around the stove. When the sparks splashed and the wind blew, Cheng Ting immediately panicked. god.

"Water, wind, water—"

The distant water cannot save the nearby fire, Mo Lingfeng immediately showed his wisdom, picked up the unburned end, rushed to the door, and threw it into the empty yard.

Then she turned her head back to the stove and threw out three or four sticks in one go. While Cheng Ting was still flustered, Mo Lingfeng had already snuffed out the sign of the fire.

Mo Lingfeng picked up the last piece of firewood, walked out staggeringly, and threw it casually. At this moment, Wu Jin came in from the door with a fish lock in his hand. The firewood fell to the ground, and countless black ashes rose up. , threw him all over his face.

Wu Jin wiped her face, and when she turned her head, she saw the sweaty Mo Lefeng.

Mo Lingfeng was in the kitchen eating sweet potatoes, roasting the fire, and putting out the fire. He was so busy with little effort, the broken hair on his forehead was stuck to his forehead, there were two spots of fiery red on his face, and there was still a little black ash on his lips. Look a little flustered, a little timid.

She called out loudly and happily: "Wu Jin!"

However, after calling out, she suddenly remembered that Wu Jin and the Mo family had broken up, so she took a step back and went back to Cheng Ting's side.

As soon as she retreated, Wu Jin couldn't help moving forward, walking all the way to the kitchen door, wanting to see what he was doing when he went out to change the lock.

As he walked, he was indifferent, not allowing himself to have any emotions, thinking: "They are brothers and sisters, one is using tricks, and the other is also using tricks, just to snare me back to them so that I can continue to be the flag on their chessboard. .”

Thinking of this, the flickering flame in his heart was extinguished, and a chill came out.

Looking up at the mess in front of the stove, he put down the fish lock, and then lifted the lid of the pot to see that the water had been boiled dry, and the piece of dry meat had already stuck to the side of the pot, and a layer of black shell had burned out.

Taking a deep breath, he put the lid on the pot, and saw that there was a big leg of lamb next to the lid, and then said to Cheng Ting, "You don't need to bring anything with you, and don't go into the kitchen, in case the stove collapses." Well, I still have to find someone to build."

Cheng Ting scratched his head, and also remembered his great achievements, reached out to embrace Mo Lefeng, and patted her on the shoulder: "This is my friend Mo Lefeng, and I introduced you to him. Hearing the news of your move, I am very happy." I'm happy, I brought my friends here to celebrate you, you won't drive us out, right?"

Wu Jin was stunned, and stood for a moment, watching Cheng Ting winking at Mo Lingfeng triumphantly, and Mo Lingfeng even grinned at Cheng Ting, standing together, they were childhood sweethearts, a pair of childhood sweethearts.

A sour air suddenly surged up in his heart, dispelling the cold air that had been condensed with great difficulty - originally Mo Lingfeng was closer to him, well, now Cheng Ting is very popular!
Three people, he became a scrap!

He let out a cold smile from his nose, suddenly narrow-minded like Wang Jinghua: "Don't rush."

He immediately realized that what he did was wrong, but for some reason, his hands were out of his control, and he separated the two people who were together like flowers and willows. The pulpy and burnt dry meat was poured out, and the pot was boiled to boil water, and then squatted down in front of the stove hole, using fire chopsticks to dig sweet potatoes inside.

Three more sweet potatoes were dug out. He beat the dust vigorously, put them in a bowl and put them on a plate, and grabbed out a lot of fried melon seeds and three pieces of white caramel, and said to Cheng Ting and his friends: "There is a fire in the house. Go and sit inside."

The three of them walked to the compartment in the East Wing. Before anyone could sit down, Cheng Ting stretched out his hand and wiped Mo Lingfeng's forehead hair: "The two of us are both afraid of heat, and Wu Jin is fine, not sweating a lot."

Wu Jin was excluded from being afraid of the heat, and secretly fell on her back in anger, thinking: "I walked back against the northwest wind, and I was frozen into a green radish. Where are I going to sweat!"