Reborn 1980 counterattack queen

Sun Bailu originally planned to go to Xie Yizhen after paying back the money, but she did not expect Yu Fushu to propose today.

It's not impossible. This afternoon, I will start preparing for Xiaofeng's funeral and banquet. I will dye eggs, rub meatballs, knock fish noodles, and make five types of cakes.

If you take Yu Fushu there in the afternoon, you can just let him watch all the procedures.

Sun Bailu thought for a while, and was about to speak to Yu Fushu. Yu Fushu looked at her and said, "If you think the sun is shining, you don't have to go out. I have photos."

"photo?"

"Well, I took a lot of photos during this period, and they have all been washed."

"Okay!" Sun Bailu laughed, "Let me see what you took!"

"Upstairs, come."

Sun Bailu walked over quickly, followed Yu Fushu upstairs.

Uncle Mo was dumbfounded and watched them go up from the door.

After a while, Uncle Mo hurriedly followed, three steps in parallel.

Yu Fushu's room was very big, facing the sea. Sun Bailu followed him in, raised her eyes, looked around, and praised: "Your aunt is so kind to you, this room is well decorated."

It's not overly graceful and luxurious, and it's not as unadorned and plain as the newly built rooms in Huanhai Township these years.

The whole room is still dominated by the old style of the old Haicheng, but it has added a lot of new white gold. The desk, chair, stool and big bed are all set in a European style. The windows are opened on at least four sides, and the sea breeze blows in. Li fluttered.

"It wasn't for me," Yu Fushu said, walking towards the desk, "I just borrowed light."

Sun Bailu seldom pryed into other people's affairs, so this time she couldn't help but blurted out and asked, "Then, who is it pretending to be for?"

Yu Fushu lowered his head and picked up an envelope from the drawer. Hearing this, he raised his eyes, looked at her and said, "It's someone I've never seen before."

Never seen a single person...

Sun Bailu muttered these words, when Uncle Mo stopped beside her, Sun Bailu turned to look at Uncle Mo, who was also looking at her.

Sun Bailu could feel Uncle Mo's displeasure with what she said just now downstairs, but there was nothing she could do about it. It didn't matter to her that she was called a country bumpkin, but other people in the village did.

Even if they think it doesn't matter, they can accept this title with a smile, but in their hearts, none of them feel uncomfortable.

After Sun Bailu opened the factory, she met a captain from a wealthy family. They sent her daughter to Chengguan to study in elementary school early on. In [-], the tuition fee was as high as [-] yuan.In the end, it was just a small Jiangling City, but the teacher started to despise her, the whole class called her a countryman, and the girl at the same table spat on her every day and stabbed her with a pencil.

The little girl who became very lively when she returned to Huanhai Township, was bullied all the time at school and dared not resist.

Language is powerful.

Uncle Mo snorted, "You little girl, you talk in a different way, and you don't know who you learned from."

Sun Bailu grinned: "I am born smarter, and I am the same."

Uncle Mo rolled his eyes and walked towards Yu Fushu.

Seeing the clean desktop, Uncle Mo let out an "ohhh" in his heart.

Just now this place was full of photos, if he didn't believe it, he was a few steps behind them, Mr. Xiao was able to clean up this desk.

Therefore, Mr. Xiao must have packed it before he went downstairs!
Ha, what the hell, why is there such a move!

Yu Fushu took out a thick pack of envelopes from the drawer, took out the photos inside, and spread them out one by one on the desk.

Sun Bailu walked over and saw the first five types of cakes on the table. She sighed and picked up the photos to look at them.

Yu Fushu looked over and said, "I remember this, it's called Zong Wu Lei Cake."

"That's right," Sun Bailu looked at the photo and said with a faint smile, "Starting is birth, a new life, a new beginning of a small life. Ending is the end of a life, no matter how old it is, no matter what the cause of death, a life To die means to end, to terminate. By the way, this pastry is only available in our Jianghai Village." Sun Bailu looked up into Yu Fushu's dark eyes, "No other village in Huanhai Township has it."

Her eyes are particularly bright, and the light in her eyes seems to be able to speak, reflecting the sky and sea light outside the window, creating a clear and bright hall.

Yu Fushu took a deep look at her, then calmly withdrew his gaze, and looked at the other photos of the five types of cakes: "Then, what about the five types of cakes? What does it mean?"

"This is also easy to understand, that is, sesame seeds, red beans, raisins, candied dates and walnuts."

"Listen, it's sweet."

"Fortunately, a little brown sugar will be added, mainly to increase the aroma, and the amount of sugar will not be too much."

"Then, will you do it?" Yu Fushu looked back at her.

Sun Bailu's eyes became even brighter, and a hint of pride appeared on her delicate and delicate appearance: "I will!"

To be precise, as long as it is not lost, she knows all the special pastries in Jianghai Village today.

"Okay," Uncle Mo leaned over, "Little beauty, when will you show us something?"

"Whoever wants to show you something," Sun Bailu smiled, and put down the photo, "It's okay for me to explain the process to you."

Uncle Mo said: "Then you just don't do it!"

"Don't excite me," Sun Bailu smiled nonchalantly, "Believe it or not, I don't lose meat, and, if you figure it out, it's a five-category cake, who usually has nothing to do with it!"

"Oh... it seems to be right, and it makes sense!"

As he said that, Uncle Mo reached out for a pen and paper, and placed it in front of Sun Bailu: "Okay, little beauty, then can you explain the process to us?"

"That's easy to say." Sun Bailu picked up the pen, and habitually twirled the brush a few times in a smooth manner.

Uncle Mo stared at it without blinking, seeing that the hard pen seemed to have a soul. It circled the middle finger from her nameless circle, and was bounced back by the index finger. It circled her middle finger infinitely like this. cycle.

"Let me think about it..." Sun Bailu said, turned around again, bent over and began to write, the tip of the pen ran smoothly, writing line by line in italics, and by the way, drew a few stick figures beside the text.

There are only a few paintings, but they are particularly vivid.

Sun Bailu really wanted to help Yu Fushu solve the problem of submitting manuscripts. After all, Yu Fushu and Uncle Mo helped her a lot on the day Huolong prayed to heaven.

When she was writing, Yu Fushu and Uncle Mo didn't make a sound, they just watched like this.

When he realized that she had been standing with her back bent, Yu Fushu gently lifted the chair and put it behind her: "Sit down."

Sun Bailu turned her head, looked at it, and raised her left hand to grab the back of the chair.

Yu Fushu's reaction didn't seem to be as fast as she thought, she thought that Yu Fushu would let go when she saw her reach out, but Yu Fushu didn't.

She held her hand on the back of Yu Fushu's slender and powerful hand at once.

Yu Fushu's body temperature was slightly higher than hers, a little hot in this hot afternoon.

Sun Bailu quickly let go of her hands, stood up straight and pulled the chair with both hands, and smiled uncomfortablely at Yu Fushu: "I'm sorry, I don't dare to sit on this kind of stool because I'm afraid it will be taken away suddenly. .”

Yu Fushu's face was calm, but his eyes were a little unnatural. He avoided her gaze and looked at the paper on the table: "Yes."

After Sun Bailu sat down, she continued to scribble on the paper, at a faster and faster speed.

Uncle Mo was silent, silent.

Suddenly Quiet Mimi raised her eyelids and observed secretly.

Sure enough, he saw that the base of Yu Fushu's ears turned red.