Lieutenant, stand at attention and rest!

Eggs in sugar water are delicious.

There were three poached eggs in total, and Yao Xiaojing gave two of them to Cao Lijuan.Her small face was always smiling, secretly happy, satisfied, and there was a feeling of happiness that was rarely found on the faces of children in the city. .

When Chen Mufeng walked in from the outside carrying a tall firewood, what he saw was his little wife standing at the dining table quietly watching the children eating. .

The throbbing in his heart at that moment allowed him to recall it clearly after a long time. . .After all, he was right about his Xiaojing, she always knew what method to use to get closer to his inner world. .

"Haha...Uncle of the People's Liberation Army is dumbfounded seeing you..." Cao Lijuan covered her mouth in embarrassment, and smiled to expose a certain major who was carrying firewood. .

Yao Xiaojing looked back, just in time to meet his bright eyes. .

She looked at the firewood on his shoulders that was higher than the mountain in surprise, wondering how he kept his balance and stood there still. . .

Chen Mufeng grinned and showed his big white teeth, silently pointed to the kitchen, and strode in with a firewood on his shoulders. .Yao Xiaojing divided the untouched rice noodle bowl into two parts, one was given to Cao Lijuan, and the other was given to the little boy who liked to expose others just now.Then she waved them goodbye and went to the kitchen to find her people.

The back kitchen was not very clean, the dark and humid environment was filled with smoke from the stove, Yao Xiaojing almost burst into tears as soon as he walked in. .

"Cough...cough cough..." She held her nose, endured the discomfort in her throat, and walked in.

"Fengwazi...your wife is here to look for you..."

"Xiaojing ----- just go out and wait for me..." The kitchen was steaming and smoky, didn't she come in to make a fuss?

But Yao Xiaojing didn't listen, and kept walking in. .

Chen Mufeng leaned the firewood against the corner, stacked it neatly, and then said to the busy cook behind him: "One fruit... I have done it here... enough for you to burn for a while..."

"Tell me what to say..." The fiery red stove turned a black and red simple and honest face.

Chen Mufeng waved his hand: "I'll go back first... Remember not to regenerate the stove at night, the cook will be here at noon..."

"Okay! Now, the children will be so happy..."

A group of children who cook noodles, steamed buns and vegetables in clear water every day can finally eat meat. .

Just as Chen Mufeng and Yao Xiaojing were about to leave, the chef handed over a large bowl of rice noodles and two handmade steamed buns: "Take it back and eat! I have to say hello today, I'm busy..."

Chen Mufeng took the breakfast honestly and took Yao Xiaojing back to the new house.

Looking at the scattered quilts on the marriage bed, and the remaining water on the washbasin stand, including the brushing bowl and toothbrush tilted to the side, Comrade Chen Mufeng gave up the idea of ​​eating first. .

"Hoho...it's kind of messy..." Yao Xiaojing actually knew herself quite well. .However, she is used to being sloppy, and it seems unrealistic for her to change her bad habits suddenly. .

"You eat... I'll tidy up..." She rushed to fold the quilt. .But after pulling it around, I can't find the same diagonal line as the bedding at home.

Chen Mufeng just snorted a mouthful of rice noodles and took a bite of steamed buns, seeing her clumsy appearance, he couldn't help sighing and put down the bowl again. .

"Go and rest... I'll do it..." He easily lifted up the bright red quilt that can only be found in the countryside, shook it a few times, and then put it down again, it immediately turned into a sea of ​​red satin as flat as new. . .

"Wow...Wow...how did you do it...teach me..." When I go home later, can she also shake like this a few times in the morning, put it down with a slap It's over. . .

He raised his head slightly, grabbed Yao Xiaojing's small chin, and gently held it: "Want to learn?"

"Oh...I want to imitate..." She blinked her big dark almond eyes, and almost rushed forward to kiss him. . .

"It's not difficult to learn...as long as you can satisfy me, I am willing to teach you anything..." He stretched out his hand and pushed, and the little woman under his hand fell down like a softened noodle. bed. . .

"Mu Feng...no more..." She closed her trembling eyelashes. .Shout insincerely. . .But the outstretched claws wanted to pull him onto the bed too. . .

a touch. . . .Touch twice. . . .three. . . .

Opening his eyes, he found that the culprit was the cat in the corner, eating rice noodles and steamed buns happily. . .

"Chen Mufeng ----------- you're kidding me..." She blushed and rushed over, snatched his chopsticks like a bully, squeezed between him and the table, and sat down on his lap. .

"Xiaojing...I'm hungry..." Not just hungry. .Some part of him was hungrier. . .But in order not to delay today's trip, he could only endure hunger. .

"Hungry...you are not being honest when you are hungry, why do you have to tease me!" Yao Xiaojing pinched his cheeks and babbled around, just to make him feel better. .

"Be obedient... If you make trouble again, my missiles will launch at any time!" He pushed hard against her delicate body, and rubbed the tip of his nose on her puffed breasts. .

"Ho ho..." Yao Xiaojing still couldn't help laughing. . .

She returned the chopsticks to him, but Laipi refused to separate from him, and insisted on sticking to him with difficult movements. .

have no choice. . . .

Chen Mufeng had no choice but to hold her head against her neck with one hand like a child, waved the chopsticks with the other, and ate with big mouthfuls. .

In other words, if someone has too much appetite when eating, it will also indirectly stimulate the appetite of others. .Seeing him eating happily, Xilihulu happily, she couldn't help leaning her head to lick his face: "Feed me a mouthful..."

All right. .

If his gaze is considered sad, then she is an out-and-out bad woman. . .After eating all the rice noodles and drinking all the soup, she smacked her lips and looked at her husband who was eating steamed buns and said, "Uh... no wonder the 1 rice noodles for the girl just now are not enough... so the taste so good."

Just about to express some emotion, he leaned forward and kissed her lips. . .

With the sweet smell of handmade steamed buns and the scent of rice noodles, between the entanglement of lips and tongue, the good taste of love is passed on to the fullest. . . .