In the book era, my villain is super obedient

Yu Cong chatted with a few familiar members of Daqiuzhuang Brigade. They used to be students in her literacy class, and now they are all active members of small bamboo basket weaving.

Her attitude was as friendly and familiar as ever, and she did not show the slightest overjoy.

Yan Xian started the jeep, and when Yu Cong sat on it, he immediately lowered the window and waved goodbye with a smile like a veteran cadre going to the countryside.

When she got out of the village, she hugged the two puppies and turned her head to look at the little brother.

The fine bangs on his forehead were slightly disheveled by the wind, showing amber black under the bright sunlight, and his long and dense eyelashes were half drawn, covering all his emotions.

Lush apricot eyes were shining brightly, and said, "Old Yan, it's so pretty!"

"It is the greatest honor for a husband to satisfy his wife."

Yan Yan moved his gaze away from the road, and the moment he fell on Xiao Canguan's body, he curled his lips into a slight smile.

His smile is like the warm sun in winter and the cool breeze in summer, warming, refreshing and fascinating.

On the main road, the road is flat.

In the next second, he took the initiative to hold Lu Lug's little hand.

Lulu didn't know why, so he stared at the big, slender and beautiful hand of his little brother.

That big hand has distinct joints and a slight callus, which should be the traces left by years of martial arts practice.

Yan bit his lips together, feeling the warmth of the small pot from his palm with his heart.

His heart stagnated slightly, as if a warm current poured into his heart and spread to all his limbs.

It is a gift from God to be able to find the girl he loves in this life and let the girl he likes accept him.

Since having her, his mood is controlled by her.

Xiao Canguan can pout, act like a baby, gossip, swear, take advantage of others, taunt him, teach him to cook, praise him, make clothes for him, and help him teach bad people a lesson.

For a while, I think about what to eat every meal, for a while, I want to improve my studies, and for a while, I want to be lazy and lie down.

In short, every day is full of energy.

Only when she was by his side did he feel that the world was alive and full of colorful colors, instead of gray and black in the big dream...

When it was time to reach the brigade, the educated youth and the commune members were having lunch on the ground.

Yan Xian deliberately bypassed crowded places.

At this time, Lu Cong swept his eyes and saw Grandma Yu doing farm work for Yu Yaoyao, while Yu Yaoyao was in charge of delivering meals.

"Slow down, let me see what they eat!" Lu Cong's little hands pulled the little brother straight, and looked at the ground with his little head.

Yan Xian knew what Xiao Canguan wanted to see, so he not only slowed down the speed to the slowest, but also deliberately turned the steering wheel towards Grandma Yu, so that she could see it more clearly.

Seeing the dishes, soup and rice clearly, the corner of Lu Cong's mouth twitched.

Hey, this skill... is worse than her ten years ago.

The tomato and egg soup served by Yu Yaoyao, the tomato is the tomato, the egg is the egg, and the soup is the soup, no one can get involved in the slightest.

The rice is two rice, it is sticky and a bit watery by visual inspection, too much water was put in when cooking the rice.

The dish is bacon stir-fried with spicy peppers, and Yu Yaoyao puts the bacon in a small bowl separately, probably for Zheng Jiahao to eat...

Lu Cong held his forehead with one hand, and stroked the dog with the other.

The ancestor of the Yu family was the imperial cook, and he couldn't even eat this meal, that is, when he was hungry, he could force it to eat.

"No, at least Yu Yaoyao was made at Hongqi Restaurant, so the craftsmanship shouldn't be that bad..."

Lu Cong couldn't figure it out, and was a little depressed.

Yan Xian explained the confusion, saying, "These days, Grandma Yu secretly worked in the field for Yu Yaoyao, and Yu Yaoyao took the opportunity to dig out excrement for Zheng Jiahao, and Zheng Jiahao was in charge of cooking."

"Does grandma know?" Yu Cong turned his head away from looking at the ground, his expression obviously a little displeased, and said, "How can you not know about such a strong smell? Just pretend to be stupid!"

"Compared to Zheng Jiahao, I'm lucky. Why is my wife good at the hall and the kitchen? She's proficient in everything, and the food is delicious and delicious?"

Yan Xian spoke from the bottom of his heart, and drove the car to the yard to stop.

Lu Cong smiled, and said, "Huh, you're the only one with sweet lips."

So, the two of them had one dish, one soup and one meal at noon.

The dishes are cooked by Lu Cong himself, even if Yan Xian wanted to help, she refused to let her.

Tomato and egg soup, beautiful in color, delicious in taste, without any eggy smell.

The rice is pure rice, with a golden ratio of water and Xiaozhan rice, which has a silky taste and a strong aroma.

The dish is bacon fried with spicy peppers. The bacon is boiled first, and then it is served with evenly sliced ​​chili flakes and then stir-fried in a pan.

After serving the table, she also deliberately put the bacon slices into the little brother's bowl.

Immediately afterwards, she watched her little brother eat with sparkling eyes.

Yan Yan: "..."

For some reason, his hand that picked up the chopsticks trembled slightly.

What does Xiao Onion want to hear?
You can't lose your temper with him just because he didn't speak well.

He paused for a while, and after brainstorming, he said, "Xiao Cong is much better than Yu Yaoyao in terms of learning ability and hard-working character, but the Yu family insists on passing on ancestral recipes because of bloodline inheritance. regret."

Lu Cong heard what he wanted to hear as he wished, but he didn't know how to say it, so he ate silently.

This damned desire to compare!

She didn't want to, but maybe the influence of her childhood was too deep-rooted, causing her to subconsciously pay attention to Yu Yaoyao, which was more serious than to a heroine like Shu Baiteng.

After eating, I felt a little sleepy, went back to the house and lay down on the salted fish, saw Dahei eating leftovers through the window, looked away slightly, and saw the little brother who was washing dishes in the kitchen.

With a dog and a handsome boy, she can even eat half a bowl more, but why does she insist on paying attention to the Yu family?
Could it be that she was heartbroken and didn't know it?

Thinking of this, she lay lazily on the kang, and said, "Old Yan, I can be a little depressed~"

Yan Yan: "..."

Someone who can run, jump, and gossip, tell him "depression"?
"My friend brought some autumn and winter clothes from Hong Kong City. At noon tomorrow, Xiao Cong and I will go to Realgar to pick some clothes."

Immediately, Lu Cong stood up, but glanced at his big wardrobe, shook his head, and said, "No, I got a lot of defective fabrics from the department store, and I can make a lot of clothes!"

"The materials in the cabinet can be made into a dozen or so sets, so why don't you pick some more?" Yan Yan always felt that he had treated the little pot badly with his conditions, and wished he could treat her better.

"Nowadays, we eat meat every day, work income is high, and the living conditions are good. It's better to keep a low profile." As a good wife, Yu Cong tried her best to persuade her.

After finishing speaking, she got up, dug out some summer fabrics from the wardrobe, and said, "Come on, come here, I'll re-measure your size and make some half-sleeve pants."

"Madam Lao." Yan Xian already had experience in tailoring clothes, but he still couldn't help being happy.

This is Xiao Canguan's affection for him, every stitch and thread reveals deep love...

(End of this chapter)