Madam not allowed to remarry

Chapter 55 Delicious Yellow Momo

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Seeing that you are sleeping soundly, do you want to enter the painting boat? There are bedrooms inside."

Standing up straight, she didn't care about her image, she stretched out her arms and stretched lazily.

The boat bumped suddenly, she couldn't stand still, and almost fell, but was caught by a pair of warm and strong arms.

"Be careful."

Under the bronze mask, she could see the tenderness and concern in his eyes, she hooked his neck with a chuckle, and said coquettishly, "When are you leaving?"

"You want to go?"

"Well, it's very boring."

"it is good."

The foot suddenly lightened, and the whole person flew down to the second floor, stepped on the water, and walked lightly.

Meng Baiyun was surprised for a long time before he realized: "Let me just say, you should say hello to Boss Weng anyway."

"No, hold tight."

Meng Baiyun blushed, but he obediently pressed his chest tightly.

His heartbeat was orderly and reassuring.

After crossing the water, the two landed in a field, a farm, with smoke curling up from the kitchen, and the aroma of pastries made people salivate.

I was full for lunch, but I couldn't stand the smell.

"It smells so good."

"You are hungry?"

"Hee hee hee." Meng Baiyun felt that he understood her smile.

really.

"Let's go have a look."

Walking into the farm, there is a big pot in the yard, and there are four layers of steamer drawers on the pot. The smoke from the steamer is curling up, and the aroma of the pastry is getting stronger and stronger.

Meng Baiyun swallowed unconsciously.

Her father is from the Northeast, he was a chef before serving in the army, and he is very good at making steamed buns and pastries.

Later, the whole family moved to the south and began to eat rice like southerners.

But every time as long as her father made steamed buns, even if she was stuffed to death after having a dinner outside, she would still be able to stuff several of them.

Her mother always said that she has two stomachs, one for noodles and one for rice.

The steamer drawer that peeed with hot air aroused the glutton in her stomach.

I don't know what is steamed inside, but it smells sweet.

"Yeah, who are you two?"

Meng Baiyun was swallowing sharply into the steamer when an old woman came out of the room, holding a small bamboo plaque in one hand, with a few golden yellow steamed buns in it, and an empty wooden washbasin in the other hand, seeing The luxuriously dressed two were very curious.

Meng Baiyun hurriedly grinned with a harmless smile, and took the initiative to approach: "Grandma, what are you steaming in here, it smells so good."

This girl is sweet and has a cute mouth. On the mother-in-law's simple and honest face, there is also a kind smile: "Huang Momo."

It turned out to be yellow buns made from millet noodles.

Meng Baiyun had a lovely flattering look on his face: "Can you give me a taste."

The mother-in-law was also enthusiastic: "This pot is about to come out, I'll get you two."

Meng Baiyun nodded sharply, looked greedily at the steamer, turned his head to Zhu Yun and smiled complacently, as if to show off, seeing that my sister's communication skills are not bad, she rubbed two yellow buns.

Zhu Yun looked back and smiled, warming his eyes.

The yellow steamed buns are really delicious, and the simple food aroma makes people want to stop.

Meng Baiyun ate five of them in one go. Of course, he ate so much, so he was too embarrassed to rub it.

Before leaving, she left a piece of silver for others.

The old lady was a real person, she kept pushing it away, but in the end she couldn't push it, so she stuffed a bamboo basket of steamed buns for Meng Baiyun and asked her to pack it up and take it away.

Walking on the country road, Meng Baiyun looked at the basket of yellow buns and worried.

(End of this chapter)