Doomsday housewives: the head of the family does not bow down

Chapter 81 Romantic Sensitization
Xiao Zai yawned and complained, "Like a green hat."

Simian jumped out of the ambulance and was about to carry water to water the crops. At a glance, he saw his children under the sky with disgusted faces, and Her Majesty the Queen with eyes full of stars.

"Sister, are you satisfied?"

Si Mian walked over, her face was flushed red by the sun, and beads of sweat dripped from her forehead into the vest, rolling down along the muscle lines.

Mu Cang was amazed and satisfied, and exclaimed, "It's exactly the same as the mobile farm in my fantasy. How did you steal the conception in my mind?"

Si Mian enjoyed her high praise very much, and said with a smile, "Tacit understanding."

Mu Cang gave two thumbs up, "Praise, praise! Comrade Si Mian is very good!"

Xiao Zai praised sourly, "Well, it's pretty, it's pretty, brother Si Mian's green hat is very pretty."

Si Mian waved his fist, "Say who is a cuckold!"

"Slightly slightly slightly slightly~~"

Xiao Zai made a grimace and hid behind his mother.

Mu Cang carried her son, who was tired of getting out of bed, towards the temporary small dining table she had spread out with lotus leaves, and said, "Let's have dinner first while the sky is still bright. After the sun goes down, we can have dinner for us." Mini farm watering.”

"okay."

Si Mian and Xiao Zai responded in unison.

When you open the lid of the pot, the rich aroma of hot pot comes out.

When Xiao Zai saw those red and oily shrimp tails, he licked his mouth so greedy.

He hadn't eaten something oily and watery like this for a long time. His dreams were all about fried chicken, hamburgers and donuts. He really wanted to eat something oily, salty, sweet, and super strong.

After eating instant noodles in the maternity hospital, he licked the bowl until it was shiny.

Unexpectedly, his mother patted his little head and said: "It's too spicy, you can't eat it, you have another one."

As he spoke, Mucang took out a small black lump from the extinguished fire.

There is a layer of mud on the outside, and fresh lotus leaves on the inside, neatly wrapped layer after layer.

Xiao Zai is a very knowledgeable kid, he asked: "A beggar chicken?"

Mu Cang shook his head, and opened the hot lotus leaves layer by layer, "Dangdangdangdang! It's beggar shrimp, try it, the original juice, not spicy at all."

Xiao Zai stared at the spicy shrimp tails in the pot and asked, "Zai Zai wants to eat something tasty!"

Mu Cang shook the light shrimp tails from the lotus leaves into the small bowl Si Mian handed over, and said, "You have a taste, I added salt, and it was salt from the Himalayas."

Xiao Zai's mouth tightened, "Is that your pink jar of expensive salt?"

Mu Cang nodded.

Xiao Zai became even more depressed, he could only take the small bowl pitifully, and dejectedly peeled the shrimp tails.

Mu Cang made a cut on the back shell of the crayfish, and it didn't take much effort to peel it off.

She and Si Mian take turns sharing a pair of chopsticks, you finish picking and I pick, and I finish your chopsticks.

The two peeled the shrimp shells and sucked the rich spicy soup. It was a pleasure to eat. The meat was elastic and tender, firm and dense. In the mouth, the rich aroma of butter burst between the teeth, and then it was fresh and spicy. Stimulate the sense of taste, let people take one bite, one after another, and can't stop.

Xiao Zai quietly picked up a shrimp tail, dipped it in the soup on the edge of the pot, and quickly stuffed it into his mouth. Well, it was delicious. It just opened the door to a new world!
He licked his tongue and shouted, "It's not spicy at all! Zai Zai wants to eat it too!"

Mu Cang had no choice but to pass the Liangbai Kai over, and said: "Take it easy, the medicine for gastroenteritis is not easy to find."

Xiao Zai pressed ahead and put another shrimp tail directly into the pot and rinsed it, "hiss...it's not spicy, hiss...it's not spicy at all."

He doesn't want to drink water, he is already a big baby who can eat spicy food.

Simian looked at the plants near the ditch and thought that he should plant some herbs in the ambulance, such as a little red, spider scent, gardenia tea, hairy gerbera, etc., to strengthen the intestines and stop diarrhea.

It wasn't until the sun went down completely that the few people ate up the whole pot of crayfish.

There was still a little soup left in the pot.

Mu Cang, the head of the family, was reluctant to throw it away, and said, "I saw duck feathers by the side of the ditch, are there duck eggs around here?"

Si Mian thought of the shriveled old zombie with a bloody mouth, and nodded, "There should be."

Mu Cang covered the small pot with a lid, "Keep the soup, and eat poached eggs tomorrow morning."

Xiao Zai rubbed his belly and burped: "I agree!"

The suburbs were very lively at night, and they camped out next to the ditch, with frogs croaking like a chorus.

The post-apocalyptic sky is always particularly clear, and the night is dark blue, dotted with countless stars.

Mu Cang can't remember the last time she saw so many stars, when she was so old.

Snapped--

She patted her arms, blowing the night wind, listening to the croaking of frogs, looking at the stars and the moon, it was quite romantic, but she couldn't resist the fact that there were too many mosquitoes.

Originally, Si Mian got a bunch of unknown grass and set it on fire. He said that grass could repel mosquitoes.

But they couldn't help but the wind was too naughty, and the smoke from the medicinal herbs never covered them.

In the end, Xiao Zai was the first, Mu Cang was the second, and Si Mian was the third. They all climbed back into the ambulance, closed all the windows, and went to bed early and got up early.

"Good night."

"Good night Mom."

"Good night sister."

……

Mu Cang slept soundly, but in the middle of the night, he was woken up by the crackling sound.

She turned on the light on the roof and found that Si Mian was not in the car.

It was raining heavily outside, and the fast and fierce raindrops were like hailstones, hitting the ambulance noisily.

She opened the car door a crack, and suddenly felt a strong wind blocking the outside, and the raindrops fell on her face quickly along with the wind.

"Si Mian!"

She yelled through the crack of the door.

Soon, the door was pulled open, and Simian, who was wearing a raincoat, got into the car, "Sister, the drains are soaring, we have to go."

"Okay." Mu Cang turned sideways, and after letting Si Mian in, he wanted to close the door, but found that the tumultuous wind made her unable to even close the door.

"I'll do it!" Si Mian leaned over from behind Mu Cang, brushed his arm past her ear, squeezed the door handle, tightened the muscles on his forearm, and closed the door tightly with a bang.

The rainwater on his arm gathered into beads, which happened to drip onto Mu Cang's collarbone.

Mu Cang turned sideways slightly with itching, his lips just passed Si Mian's strong arm.

She blushed, pursed her lips, pretended that nothing had happened, and quietly shrank her neck.

Si Mian's body froze, and her mind was swiping a sentence: She kissed me?
The soft touch on that arm flashed across, like a feather plucking at the tip of his heart, itching slightly.

"Sister, the road conditions are bad, you go to the co-pilot and help me look around."

As Si Mian spoke, she stepped out her long legs and stepped into the driver's seat in front.

(End of this chapter)