Reborn 1980: The rough man was driven crazy by the little crying bag again

Chapter 76 Childishness
This time Chen Shanye didn't come by himself, Song Mingming was still behind him.

"Brother-in-law, sit down." Song Mingming doggedly wiped the table with his sleeve, and even swept the bench by the way.

The tables, chairs, and benches were originally wiped spotless by Sun Guixiang, but Song Mingming's clothes were stained with a lot of dust on the construction site, and the table was visibly dirty by the naked eye.

Chen Shanye silently sat down at the side.

"Cousin, what are you still doing in a daze, go cook for my cousin-in-law." Song Mingming knew that he had a cousin-in-law named Chen Shanye when he could remember. .

Sister Sun Guihua looked at Lin Qiaoqiao with horror.

Lin Qiaoqiao glared at Song Mingming, and explained bravely, "I am his eldest cousin, and Chen Shanye is her second brother-in-law."

"So you are the relationship between brother-in-law and sister-in-law." Zhang Guihua smoothed the relationship for a while, and then she looked at Chen Shanye more and more unkindly, for fear that what happened to her sister would happen to Lin Qiaoqiao again body.

Lin Qiaoqiao didn't speak, and went back to the kitchen to cook in silence. Chen Shanye didn't have a mouthful, as long as he was full.

It just so happens that there is still a small half bowl of rice left over from noon in the big iron pot. Beat a raw egg in the leftover rice and stir well. The fried egg powder will be clear and golden in color.

Vegetables such as garlic sprouts, peppers, and onions are always available. They are diced separately, stir-fried randomly in the pan, added various seasonings, and sprinkled with a handful of chopped shallots when they come out of the pan.

Half a bowl of rice is definitely not enough, there are still some cabbage stewed vermicelli and spicy scrambled eggs with millet left in the big iron basin.

The leftovers from the canteen are usually poured into the swill bucket and sent to the farm.

The pigs in the farm cannot eat spicy food, but Chen Shanye can.

Without much hesitation, she poured the good-looking cabbage vermicelli into the slop bucket and fed it to the pigs.

Lin Qiaoqiao scraped the bottom of the pot with a big iron spoon, made a screeching sound, and rinsed the pot with water, thinking it was Song Mingming standing at the door: "You take it to him."

"You would rather give rice to pigs than let me eat."

Lin Qiaoqiao turned her head abruptly, and saw the tall and long-legged Chen Shanye with a gloomy face and a frown that could kill a fly.

"No, you misunderstood, I was thinking not to waste it." She lived a miserable life in her previous life, and it was a luxury to have a full meal in the mountains. Now she has an instinctive awe of food, and she is most afraid of waste.

"You think it's a waste to feed me."

Lin Qiaoqiao: "Why can't I explain it to you? You can eat spicy food, but pigs can't. If you eat cabbage tofu, what will pigs eat?"

"You called me a pig." The man's eyebrows were lowered, the corners of his mouth were drawn into a straight line, the veins on his arms were throbbing, and his hair grew a little. He looked like a labor prisoner who had just come out of prison, with a sullen expression on his face.

Lin Qiaoqiao unconsciously thought of Zhang Guixiang's words, Chen Shanye seemed to really want to hit someone.

She shrank her neck and felt that her words were ambiguous, so she asked in a low voice, "Why don't you scold me back."

"You are a pig."

The corner of Chen Shanye's mouth hadn't been fully drawn yet, and there was an angry shout from behind: "You are a pig, I will fight with you today."

Lin Shiwu had just sold a cart of live pigs, and he still had a lot of money in his hand.

Seeing Lin Qiaoqiao being bullied, she threw the money on the ground casually, bent down, picked up the bench and rushed up.

Zhang Guihua has only been here for a month, and this kind of scene is happening every day, and it is not surprising. Fortunately, the quality of the bench is good, and it is particularly resistant to falling.

"Brother, calm down."

"I can't calm down, he scolded you."

"If the dog bites you, we can't bite you back, right?" She turned and leaned against the stove, with a casual and lazy expression, calling Chen Shanye a mad dog that bites people openly and secretly.

"Lin Shiwu is a big bastard, and he couldn't understand what he meant, so he jumped and shouted: "Why can't you bite back. Pointing at Chen Shanye's nose, he cursed, "You are a pig, you are a pig." "

Two men who add up to more than 50 together, like three-year-old children, scolding, you scold me, I scold you.

It was so childish that I couldn't see it. Chen Shanye probably couldn't eat anymore, so she poured the fried rice with eggs into the slop bucket.

The only good thing is that both of them are playing lip service and not doing anything.

After the quarrel, Chen Shanye was so hungry that he opened the kitchen door and saw that the pots and pans were very clean, so that they were so shiny.

He picked up a tomato casually, wiped it with his sleeve, and ate it in three or two bites. After eating, he was even more hungry, looking around for something else to eat.

Just as he was about to eat green radishes, Lin Qiaoqiao's voice sounded outside.

"Brother, let's have a barbecue in the afternoon. I just went to school on the radio last week." Although Lin Qiaoqiao hadn't read a few days of books, she was easy to learn.

Especially with the lessons of blood and tears in her previous life, she knows better than anyone that she has to rely on herself in everything, pin her hopes on another person, and the higher she climbs, the harder she falls.

Fruit charcoal and iron plates have been prepared long ago, and the meat is also marinated in advance.

"Qiaoqiao, the iron plate is broken, why are there so many holes?"

"You don't understand, it's called stocking iron plate."

Lin Shiwu really didn't understand, but soon she understood the beauty of those holes.

Put burning charcoal under the iron plate, and the raging tongues of fire drill out from the gaps in the iron plate, making intimate contact with the meat slices, grilling at high temperature, quickly locking the tenderness of the meat, and allowing the meat slices to retain the charcoal and smoky aroma .

The fat and thin slices of meat shuttle back and forth on the fire waves, not to mention the taste, just this scene makes people's hearts surge, people, especially men, have a natural enthusiasm for me.

Chen Shanye's eyes were not on the dancing flames, but on those fleshy hands.

The five fingers are short and fat, like plump spring bamboo shoots on the mountain; the back of the hand is bulging, similar to a soft white flour steamed bun, with a few small sunken meat pits on it; the nail cap is a natural flesh pink, and the nails are cut very short. The shape is also close to a rounded square.

His eyes followed his arms, and he moved to that flimsy little face without comprehension.

She runs a restaurant, and dish tasting is a compulsory course. In the past six months, her small face has become more and more rounded, and it is more and more similar to the little girl in her memory.

The only difference is that she will never put all the things she likes into his hands like before.

Chen Shanye snorted coldly, now his status in Lin Qiaoqiao's heart is as high as that group of pigs, or even worse than those pigs.

Lin Qiaoqiao was in charge of the barbecue, sprinkled cumin and thick chili noodles on the sizzling, oily, charred outside and tender inside, and pushed it to Chen Shanye who was sitting next to her.

Chen Shanye didn't hide his emotions, and almost wrote "flattered" on his face. He also understood that this was Lin Qiaoqiao's apology in disguise, so he decided to forgive her for the time being.

Seemingly reluctant, he took the iron plate.

Several families were happy and some were sad, Chen Shanye was happy, but Lin Shiwu's face collapsed in an instant, and his already dark complexion looked even darker.

Lin Qiaoqiao: "..."

(End of this chapter)