My Lady Fairy

in the winter of Yangcheng, there are no bald branches with dead leaves, no crowing moon with the sound of bells, and no white world with thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow. Looking around, the grass and trees are still green, just a kind of dim green. Even the lights under the howling cold wind are dim, and people's clothes are also bulky and clumsy.

It seems that everything is less pure, less energetic, less bleak, and less poetic.

But at least there is sunshine, the best gift of nature in this winter.

After Qiqi's cold recovered, Yang Guo didn't take her out for a walk during morning exercises, but he would also take Qiqi out to bask in the sun in the afternoon when the sun was shining and the air outside was not so cold.

Basking in the sun is also a prerequisite!

Yang Guo won't hold Qiqi out so casually! After all, Qiqi is too small, and her body resistance is very weak, so she easily feels cold. He usually takes Qiqi out with a small quilt after feeding milk in the afternoon.

At the beginning, he was not very interesting, because the quilt and braces were the characteristics of rural aunts when they took care of their children! Going out, Yang Guo was still dodgy, afraid to see other people's strange eyes.

But then he was relieved. It's no big deal. Qiqi hasn't been taken care of by herself for eight months. At that time, he was busy, had no money, had no good clothes, and walked through the street holding her?

Now that you have some money, you're smelly? Do you want to lose face and lose your daughter? That's not good! Yang Guo deeply reflected on himself.

However, Yang Guo didn't bother about going out like this, but Qiqi was not satisfied.

Qiqi doesn't like being bound. She likes to move her hands and feet freely, especially when she is wrapped in a quilt like a mummy. She is particularly uncomfortable, so she struggles to get out.

"Hmm! HMM..." Qiqi frowned and twisted, trying to find a space to pull out her small arm.

"Don't move!" Yang Guo pressed Qiqi and clamped her small arm across the quilt.

"Ah ~ ~ ~" Qiqi anxiously sent out a series of tremors, and she shouted, "want... Want..."

"It's no use cutting drugs!" Yang Guo smiled and did not relax.

Qiqi was so anxious that she was wronged. She shriveled her mouth and burst into tears. Listening to her tragic cry, if there were not many people outside now, people would think that something had happened!

Qiqi pear with rain looks very poor, big tears rolling constantly. But Yang Guo noticed that although Qiqi cried dimly, she would stop for a while to see her father's reaction after crying a few times.

Yang Guo was angry and funny, but at this time, no matter how soft hearted he was, he would not let Qi Qi struggle out of the quilt and let her thin body face the cold air.

"Don't cry!" Yang Guo rarely scolded Qiqi with his face on the floor, "if you cry again, you won't come out next time!"

Qiqi couldn't understand what her father said, but she could feel the change of her father's mood. After Yang Guo wiped Qiqi's tears with a small handkerchief, Qiqi sobbed and looked at her father's harsh face with fear, and her voice gradually stopped.

She was still a little wronged, but she didn't dare to cry anymore. Yang Guo wiped away all the tears on Qiqi's face, otherwise the wind would blow and crack later.

"That's right!" Yang Guo kissed Qiqi's small face with satisfaction, "if you want to play, you can have a good time later when you get home."

However, Qiqi is still very young. She often forgets the pain after healing the scar. Next time she comes out, she will struggle and cry again. Yang Guo had to take the trouble to "teach" her a lesson every time.

It's all a small episode. It's actually a very happy thing to bask in the sun in winter.

Walking by the artificial lake in the community, father and daughter occupied the whole scenery.

Although it is only an artificially built garden, it is also a unique style in this winter afternoon. The genial sunshine spread down and fell on the silent lake, reflecting beautiful colors; Falling on the withered and yellow grass tip, flowing with Yingrun luster; And falling on Qiqi's delicate and ruddy face, it is scattered with holy light.

Qiqi squinted comfortably in the sun and smiled happily. Yang Guo looked at Qiqi as if he had returned to the top of Mount Huangshan during his graduation trip. There was a colorful Buddha light in the misty mountains, which was so beautiful that people wanted to fall to the ground.

Isn't Qiqi at this time like this?

On Friday evening, Yang Guo took Qiqi to Ganma's house.

Song Zhiwen and his family finally came back. Because they brought delicious home chickens in their hometown, their godmother Liu Suqin summoned Yang Guo to have dinner.

After delivering the order, song Zhiwen also said with a smile, "Lao Guo, I left you alone on the winter solstice, and I'll make up for you today."

Yang Guo can't agree with song Zhiwen's words. There is nothing wrong with the words "mend a meal", but the object of "mend" is not Yang Guo. It is definitely the greedy song Zhiwen!

When we arrived at Gan Ma's house, it was Yang Guo who took the spoon. Because they went back to their hometown and it was the winter solstice, Liu Suqin gave her nanny aunt a holiday these days and asked her to go back to spend a holiday with her family. So it's not so much to make up a meal for Yang Guo as to supply song Zhiwen himself!

In the afternoon, Ganma took the home chicken brought back from her hometown to the market to find someone to kill and clean the hair and viscera. The white stripes were put in the basket, saving YangGuo a lot of trouble. Other dishes are also bought. When Yang Guo comes, just roll up your sleeves and go to battle.

Song Zhiwen wanted to be lazy, but the godmother didn't give it. With a broom, he rushed him from the sofa to the kitchen and asked him to fight Yang Guo.

"You can choose and wash dishes." Yang Guo commanded, and he was dealing with the naked chicken at this time.

Although song Zhiwen didn't look wrong and muttered roast about his mother's inhumanity, he still worked hard and worked hard. He didn't cut corners in choosing and washing vegetables.

Song Zhiwen's hometown is very famous for raising chickens!

Because of its mild climate, abundant rainfall and fertile land, agriculture, forestry, animal husbandry, sidelines and fisheries can be developed in an all-round way. The local agricultural products are mainly rice, barley, wheat, corn, cassava, sweet potato, peanut and soybean, which provide the main feed source for chicken breeding. The local terrain is dominated by hills and hills, with green bamboos sprouting, shrubs forming forests, evergreen all the year round, and many insects. In addition, there are a large number of rivers and waterways, rich in fish, shrimp, snails, clams and other by-products, rich in natural bait, which provides more animal protein feed for chicken breeding.

Moreover, domestic chickens generally seldom use the feed containing hormones, and are mainly free range. Therefore, although the domestic chickens in their hometown are small in size, they are famous for their delicious meat, thin skin and soft bones.

The best way to eat this kind of domestic chicken is to cut it in white. Although YangGuo has been eaten at he Wenzhuo's house since the winter solstice, the raw materials are much better this time, so YangGuo chose to make it in white.

Wash the big pot, put in the whole chicken that has just been treated again, add water, just over the chicken body, fire and boil water. While waiting, Yang Guo was not idle. He began to deal with other dishes.

"Yes!" Seeing song Zhiwen struggling to choose dishes, Yang Guo's eyes turned and an idea came out of his heart.

He turned around and ran outside, turned off the switch of the water heater, and then came back to the kitchen. Quietly, he continued to do what he was doing. Washing carrots, pork, pots, dishes and chopping boards was very dull. In a moment, the hot water stored in the water heater was consumed.

Yang Guo stood in front of the gas stove and flipped the chicken with chopsticks every five minutes to watch the situation.

Song Zhiwen sang a rap song and chose the dishes leisurely. Hey, yo, he picked up the basin and turned on the tap to clean it.

"Ow!" A burst of ghosts crying and wolves howling, song Zhiwen just put his hand in the basin, and suddenly jumped up.

"What's the matter, what's the matter?" The godmother ran over nervously, "cut your hand?"

"Nothing, nothing." Yang Guo said with a strong smile.

"Who said it was okay!" Song Zhiwen complained angrily, "Lao Guo, you are so hateful! You turned off the hot water secretly! Mom, you don't know how cold the water is! Your fingers are going to fall off."

"Haha!" Yang Guo couldn't help laughing.

"How cold can it be?" Liu Suqin looked at Song Zhiwen contemptuously and said, "I can't eat a little bitterness. When I was young, your mother didn't have a water heater and didn't wash clothes outside the house? Think back to those days..."

"Okay, okay, I'm wrong, okay?" My mother began to talk again. Song Zhiwen's scalp tightened, smiled bitterly, wiped his dripping fingers on his body, and pushed her out to prevent her from repeating that old story over and over again.

"It's not over!" Song Zhiwen exaggerated his neck with his red frozen fingers and threatened coldly.

Yang Guo pretended not to see it and continued to cook the sliced chicken with a burst of laughter in his heart.

After cooking the sliced chicken, Yang Guo put it out with two chopsticks, put it on the plate and wait for it to cool, and cut it after making other dishes.

"Delicious!" After eating, song Zhiwen tucked into the white, tender and smooth chicken legs. Under the delicious food, he also forgot the prank of "retaliating" Yang Guo.

Liu Suqin held Qiqi in her arms and asked Yang Guo reproachfully, "Yang Guo, did you forget to buy Qiqi moisturizer?"

"Ah? Moisturizer?" Yang Guo was surprised that for his rough men, products such as skin lotion are for those charming women, and he had never thought of it.

"I knew you didn't!" Liu Suqin held Qiqi in front of Yang Guo and said, "look, Qiqi's face is purple with cold. If you don't rub some lotion in winter, it's too late for you to regret when your skin is dry and cracked!"

Knowing that he was wrong, Yang Guo nodded desperately and promised Liu Suqin that he would buy moisturizer later.

Liu Suqin shook her head and sighed slightly in her heart. Yang Guo is a big man with children. How can a woman be considerate! Yang Guo's family is still short of a woman!

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