The calf was shaved by the bamboo stick, but the calf was shaved by the bamboo stick.

Zhang Mengqing didn't just shave with the bamboo stick, but had a technique.

When she was in college, Qin Qiu brought back a set of five fascia knives to the dormitory. It is said that these things can relax the leg muscles and play a role in shaping.

Since then, Zhang Mengqing helped Qin Qiu shave his calves every now and then, and gradually became proficient over time.

Although the bamboo stick is not as good as the fascia knife, it can only be used as a makeshift.

While Zhang Mengqing was shaving his legs with the bamboo stick, Jiang Ning kept his mouth shut and said nothing.

He looked peaceful, but he had actually been gone for a while.

"Jiang Ning, are you okay?"

Zhang Mengqing put down the bamboo stick in his hand and asked worriedly.

Although Jiang Ning was in excruciating pain, he still shook his head pretending to be relaxed: "I'm fine, really fine."

"Then let's do another set?"

Zhang Mengqing picked up the bamboo stick again, looking eager to try.

Jiang Ning quickly stopped: "Forget it, it's okay for me, but I don't want you to work so hard."

He couldn't even stand the first set, and if he had another set, it would be like killing him.

Zhang Mengqing looked at Jiang Ning's embarrassed look and smiled with curved eyebrows.

Some people, only their mouths are hard.

But she likes to hear the sentence "I don't want you to work so hard".

"You know what, I feel much more comfortable after shaving."

Jiang Ning stood up and moved around for a while, and expressed his feelings.

Then, he pointed to Da Huang lying on the ground: "Can I give it a set of leg relaxation?"

Looking at Da Huang's leisurely face and the peaceful life, Jiang Ning suddenly wanted to let the dog feel the dangers of the world.

Da Huang, who was dozing with his eyes closed, suddenly shuddered, sensing that there was a thief in the house who wanted to harm him.

The dog looked up at Jiang Ning, who had ill intentions, and howled angrily twice, then ran away without looking back.

For a moment, the dogs scattered in every corner of the village came over after hearing the news.

Even the puppies who were injured in the fight and limped followed the team.

Paw Patrol, hold a meeting!

"I didn't expect Da Huang to be so successful in the village. I really didn't see it before."

Jiang Ning looked at the group of younger brothers and followers around Da Huang, and couldn't help but sigh.

After Da Huang gathered his younger brothers, a group of Paw Patrol disappeared at the end of the road.

As for where they went, it is unknown.

Like humans, puppies also have their own social circles.

Jiang Ning retracted his gaze and looked up at the sky: "The scenery in the countryside is still beautiful."

The blue sky seemed to be clean after being washed. Although the sun had not yet set, the moon and stars could already be seen.

The migratory birds flapped their wings and flew towards the depths of the forest, making gurgling sounds in their mouths.

Wait, how can the bird's cry be gurgling?

Jiang Ning looked down at his stomach and found that the gurgling sound came from here.

He followed Zhang Shanhe over the mountains and ridges and consumed a lot of physical energy, so he was hungrier today than usual.

"Grandpa went out to play chess with his friends. He hasn't come back yet. We may have to eat later."

Zhang Mengqing also heard the protest from Jiang Ning's belly. She paused and then said, "Do you want to eat a piece of mooncake to fill your stomach first?"

Teacher Zhang was calm on the surface, but undercurrents were surging in her heart.

She spent an afternoon learning to make mooncakes with her grandmother, just for this moment, Jiang Ning could eat the mooncakes she made by herself.

"Okay." Jiang Ning nodded without hesitation.

Zhang Mengqing made red bean mooncakes, which were orange-red in appearance and about the same size as the charging case of Bluetooth headsets, small and exquisite.

"How is it, is it delicious?"

Seeing Jiang Ning taste the mooncake, Zhang Mengqing couldn't wait to ask.

Jiang Ning did not answer directly, but asked back: "Did you make this mooncake yourself?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" Zhang Mengqing asked with a blink.

"Then it's over."

Jiang Ning suddenly sighed heavily.

"Such delicious mooncakes, there will be no place to buy them in the future, and now one less is one less."

"How can it be so exaggerated."

Zhang Mengqing only then realized that Jiang Ning was praising her for making delicious mooncakes in various ways.

As long as Jiang Ning thinks it tastes good, everything she did this afternoon is worth it.

Zhang Mengqing suppressed the joy in her heart and answered softly: "If you think it tastes good, I will make it for you in the future.

That's right."

"Can I eat it every day?" Jiang Ning asked jokingly.

"Of course, as long as you don't get tired of it, I'll make it for you every day! "

Jiang Ning thought that he might get tired of eating mooncakes, but he would never get tired of Teacher Zhang's gentleness and cuteness.

He took another bite of the mooncake, and the unique lava texture of the red bean cake mixed with the sweetness of honey spread in his mouth.

This is not an ordinary red bean, but the red bean in Wang Wei's poem.

......

The dinner time in the countryside is relatively late, usually after dark, when the villagers come up from the farmland to start cooking.

And Grandpa Zhang Yushan came back from playing chess before dark.

He looked in a good mood, with his hands behind his back, humming a little tune, and walking in high spirits.

It felt like a déjà vu of the MVP settlement scene of the winner.

Zhang Shanhe saw the old man coming back, and immediately poked his head out of the kitchen: "Meng Qing, go upstairs and call mom and sister, and tell them that they can eat soon. "

"Got it! "Zhang Meng responded lightly, turned around and walked into the small house.

For a moment, Jiang Ning was the only one left in the courtyard.

Grandpa Zhang came over happily and patted him on the shoulder: "Xiao Jiang, I was grateful for your company in playing chess some time ago."

"Now those old guys at the head of the village are no longer my opponents at all. There is not even one who can beat them."

"Especially that old Zheng, who suddenly stopped playing chess with me halfway through, saying that he was going to spray pesticides in the fields."

Looking at Zhang Yushu's talkative appearance, Jiang Ning finally understood why the old man was in such a good mood.

It turned out that he had experienced the baptism of "harmony between man and nature" in mobile chess, and now he was invincible in the village.

"Xiao Jiang, you are not easy to come to my house as a guest, and today is a festival, so accompany grandpa to drink later."

The hospitable old man Zhang took Jiang Ning into the living room.

"Don't worry, this wine is all home-brewed, and it's not too strong. ”

This sentence seems familiar, where have I heard it before?

I remember that Jiang Ning got drunk last time because of this sentence. It’s homemade and not very strong.

Not very strong ×

I don’t know how strong it is ✓

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