Farmhouse pretty cook

Chapter 38
"Oh, I'm here," Mu Lang obediently held Hei Bao and ran to her.

Tang Mo touched his nose embarrassingly, they were going to drive him out.He used to boast that he could talk about business, but in front of Mu Xiang, it seemed that he was not so interested. This girl clearly wanted him, so she dared to send him out.

"Miss Mu, let's talk again!"

Tang Mo wanted to call her to stop, but Mu Xiang had already pulled Mu Lang outside, and he had no choice but to chase after her.After Mu Xiang waited for him to come out, she closed the door. Anyway, they were not far away, and she could see her door as soon as she looked up. It didn't matter if the door wasn't locked.

Mu Caiyun was already finishing the finishing work, and Mu Xiang came over, holding a shovel, preparing to level the gullies between the vegetable ridges so that when it rains, no water will accumulate.

Tang Mo followed behind the three of them, but didn't come to them. He just stood and watched. Seeing that Mu Xiang didn't respond to him at all, he had to ask again.Caiyun didn't know what the eldest sister talked about with that man, but seeing him as a young master, standing on the ground of their house, such a scene looked weird.

"Sister, what does he want to tell you?" Caiyun asked curiously.

Mu Xiang wore a straw hat on her head, covering most of her face, "It's nothing, hurry up and work, maybe it's going to rain later!"

After hearing what the eldest sister said, Caiyun was too lazy to care about others, and helped Muxiang clean up the fields together.Although Mu Lang was a little sluggish, he still knew how to work. He put the black treasure on the field stalk, and ran over to help the elder sister and the second sister, carrying hay, and picked up some branches from outside the bamboo forest.Seeing that the little master was gone, Hei Bao was probably reluctant, so he also twisted his little buttocks, wagged his little tail, and followed.

It was the first time in Tang Mo's life that he tasted being ignored. It was still being ignored by his three siblings, plus a black-haired puppy.It was not embarrassing, but a little embarrassing, but there was a trace of peace in his heart that he had never felt before.

In the past, those people and things that were precipitous, vain and submissive, and obedient and obedient, seem to be slowly going away.

A gust of wind blew by, driving the rustling sound of bamboo leaves, and the mountains in the distance overlapped, misty, half hidden, half hidden, like reality and illusion.

Tang Mo breathed a sigh of relief, lifted his robe, and sat on the grass. Looking at Mu Xiang's figure bent over to hoe the ground, he said with a smile: "Ms. Mu, if you ignore me, then I will wait here. Oh, although the weather is bad, the scenery is beautiful!"

Mu Xiang turned around when she heard the words, and saw him sitting on the ground, the expensive silk clothes on his body were mixed with weeds just like that.

Seeing her looking over, Tang Mo grinned.

Mu Xiang muttered something, didn't say anything more, and turned to work again.There is not much work left, because the rapeseed is covered with hay for fear of heavy rain.

After Mu Lang picked up the firewood, he twisted a straw rope, put the firewood on his back, and took another step, he felt something dripping down, he stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and shouted at Mu Xiang: "Sister, it's raining!" !"

The thunderstorms at the end of summer also came as soon as they said they came. Just now, they only touched a drop of rain, and then the rain became heavier.

Caiyun was busy collecting things, and complained: "Oh, really, we can't wait any longer, we're almost done."

"Stop muttering, it's important to pack up and go home quickly," Mu Xiang told Caiyun not to miss anything, while holding a shovel, thinking of helping Mu Lang carry firewood.It was raining and the muddy road was slippery, she was afraid that Mu Lang would not be able to bear it.

But before he got to Mu Lang, a hand came across and took away the bundle of firewood behind Mu Lang.

Tang Mo carried the firewood and ran briskly to Mu Xiang's house.

"Sister..." Mu Lang was a little confused.

Mu Xiang took his hand, "Let's go, let's talk when we go home!"

The rain is not too heavy, but it is not too small.The drizzle, if it rains heavily, will soon wet the road.

Mu Xiang was afraid that her siblings would be cold, so as soon as she got home, she rushed into the back room, took a dry cotton cloth, and wiped off the rain on them.After Mu Lang finished wiping, when it was Caiyun's turn, Caiyun brought the cotton cloth over and said, "Sister, I'll do it myself."

She looked under the eaves in a blink of an eye, and said hesitantly: "Sister, what should he do, you can see that he is also wet, or... let's ask him to come in!"

According to common sense, at this time, there is a young man standing under the eaves of their house. If it gets out, it will definitely attract controversy.

But the three Muxiang siblings are different.Caiyun is still young, and their mother left early, so those daughters should pay attention to what they know, but because no one reminds them, they don't care too much.Not to mention Mu Lang, he didn't understand at all, dried his hair, and ran to Tang Mo's side, squatting there with his hands outstretched to catch the rainwater.

As for woody fragrance, there is no such feeling.Just now Tang Mo helped Mu Lang carry things, just because of this, he couldn't let him stand under the eaves, she turned to Caiyun and said, "Go make a cup of tea and serve it to him, uh, tell him, if he doesn't mind, Just stay for lunch!"

When she said this, she already thought that Tang Mo would definitely not stay for dinner.As a young master of Fushoulou, how could he be used to the rough food from their farm.Saying this is just to be polite, and to come again is to urge him to leave.

Caiyun responded, took the chrysanthemums out from the back room, and washed the teacup again.I learned from my eldest sister that the tea should be poured out the first time, which is called washing tea. No matter whether the tea juice is lost or not, it is always cleaner.

Caiyun walked out holding the teacup, "This is the tea my elder sister asked me to make for you, and the cup was brushed." She was afraid that people would think the cup was dirty, so she emphasized it.

"Thank you," Tang Mo took the teacup and smiled kindly at Caiyun.Looking down at the cup again, the chrysanthemum floating in it was no longer the kind he drank just now, the leaves of the chrysanthemum just now were slightly yellow.But at this time, what was in his cup was the milky white Chiba Chrysanthemum, which smelled fresher and slightly bitter in the mouth, but after the aftertaste, it was sweet.

Tang Mo became curious, "How many kinds of chrysanthemum tea did your elder sister dry?"

Caiyun saw that he liked chrysanthemum tea very much, so she raised her chin proudly, "Not many, but three or four. My sister said, those big chrysanthemums are not suitable for making tea, only this kind of small chrysanthemums are good. There are many chrysanthemums at the foot of Woshan Mountain, but only my elder sister can recognize them!"

Looking at the tea in the cup, Tang Mo's sensitive cells unique to businessmen flooded again.He smiled at Caiyun, then turned and went into the kitchen.

(End of this chapter)