Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Yes! You all have dinner at my house at noon, so I have to show off my skills!"

Luo Fengtang smiled.

The last time I came to Qing'er's house for dinner at night, Qing'er prepared the food on the table.

The taste was so good that I missed it a lot during this period!

The boy looked around the kitchen, and finally he strode to the door of the kitchen.

The tall body squatted down and guarded the stove door.

"Hey, if you don't go to my dad's house and sit and drink tea, why are you holding the kitchen door?"

Yang Ruoqing turned around and saw him squatting at the mouth of the stove.

The stove mouth was already cramped, and there were bundles of pine feathers tied with thatch piled against the wall.

Just leave a space wide for one person in the middle.

He squatted his head down that way, and the blockage was so tight that she couldn't even get in and stuff firewood into the stove mouth under the big pot.

When he heard her ask, Luo Fengtang said without raising his head: "I will help you stuff the firewood."

"What?"

Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

"This is not your home. Why don't you worry that others will laugh at you if you give me firewood?" she joked.

In this era, men are superior to women.

Men are the backbone of the family and do hard work in the fields.

At home, cooking, washing, taking care of the children, feeding the pigs and chickens, and cleaning the yard are all women's duties.

Most men don't do it.

Whoever does it will be laughed at if others see it.

"What's so funny about that? In my own home, my uncle and I both cook!"

At the entrance of the stove, Luo Fengtang said disapprovingly.

"That's different. It's just you and your uncle in your family, there are no women." Yang Ruoqing said.

Luo Fengtang still shook his head: "Others can laugh whatever they want, I just do what I want!"

Yang Ruoqing thought about it and felt that what he said was reasonable.

Ten thousand people have ten thousand different opinions. People should live for themselves, no matter what others think of them?

In this era, men are superior to women, and women serve men as if they were gods and even wash men's feet.

In modern society, many girls want to marry men who can cook!

"Okay, then you can help me stuff the firewood so that we can work together as a man and a woman without getting tired!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled happily, picked up the sieve made of bamboo strips, and scooped out an appropriate amount of rice.

She took the sieve to the pigsty outside and began to sift rice.

This rice is pounded out using an old-fashioned stone mortar, and the shelling is not as clean as those of modern rice milling machines.

There are also some rice husks mixed in.

Sifting rice next to the pig pen, the rice husks and broken rice grains sifted out are just enough to feed the old hens.

She put the washed rice mixed with sweet potato chunks into the large pot inside, added water and covered the pot.

At the stove mouth, Luo Fengtang had also fished out a handful of pine hair, lit it with a flint, and stuffed it into the stove mouth...

Yang Ruoqing turned around and took out another handful of cabbage and two lettuces, squatting on one side and breaking off the leaves.

On the other hand, he went to look at Luo Fengtang at the door of the kitchen.

The boy was squatting in front of the stove inside. The stove was very low and he was very tall.

When stuffing firewood inside, you have to bend down and look at it, which is a bit laborious.

However, there was no disgust at all on his face.

The fire in the stove danced, and the firelight reflected his face.

The cold and hard lines seem to have softened a bit, and they are being worked on with full concentration, as if they are doing something extremely important.

Yang Ruoqing looked at him while breaking off the leaves of cabbage and lettuce in her hands.

The corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up.

"Qing'er, do you plan to stir-fry the cabbage or make soup?"

Luo Fengtang's cold questioning voice came over, and Yang Ruoqing suddenly came back to her senses.

She lowered her head and glanced at the cabbage in her hand.

Head full of black lines!

She originally planned to break it into pieces and fry it.

But now, the cabbage was torn into strips by her.

"Hey, I'm making soup, so tear it into thin pieces!"

Yang Ruoqing quickly smoothed things over for herself.

Luo Fengtang did not doubt that he had it. He nodded, turned his eyes away and continued to tend to the fire of the big pot inside.

Here, Yang Ruoqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

And I despised myself in my heart.

Yang Ruoqing, Yang Ruoqing, you are really worthless!

I almost ruined the food by looking at people stuffing firewood!

Next, she had to peel the lettuce, and she didn't dare to be distracted anymore.

When I picked up the kitchen knife and was about to cut it, Luo Fengtang came over.

"Let me do this."

He said, he couldn't help but break up, took the kitchen knife and lettuce from her hands, and started peeling them.

Yang Ruoqing stepped aside, holding her knees with her hands and watching him cut.

She likes cooking, but doesn't like peeling.

Especially vegetables with bumpy surfaces like lettuce are very laborious to peel.

Even the flesh of the skin is peeled off, and it is easy to cut your fingers.

But now, I am watching Tang Yazi peeling lettuce.

Only then did Yang Ruoqing realize that the problem was not with Lettuce, but with herself.

There are people outside people, and there are mountains outside mountains.

Several pleasant sounds came from my ears.

Whoosh...

Whizzing……

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

In a few breaths, two thick lettuces took off their coats under his knife.

Revealing the green, tender body inside.

"Here, it's cut and ready to be sliced."

He handed the sliced ​​lettuce to Yang Ruoqing, turned around and quickly returned to his position, picking up the fire stick at hand.

The handful of pine hair in the stove has not been burned yet!

Here, Yang Ruoqing looked at the lettuce in her hand and nodded repeatedly.

"Tangyaozi, your swordsmanship is really amazing. It's so neat and clean. It's so beautiful!"

Luo Fengtang smiled sheepishly and did not bite.

"Okay, I'll go outside and wash myself at the well and then come back."

She picked up the cabbage and lettuce and got up and left the kitchen.

Place the washed cabbage and lettuce in a dustpan to dry first.

Yang Ruoqing turned around and went back to her house. After a while, she brought out a dried rabbit.

"Tangyazi, do you like spicy food?"

She washed the dried rabbit with the rice water she used before, while asking Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang nodded: "I like it."

She smiled, pointed to the rabbit soaked in the rice water and said, "I will make a 'Diving Rabbit' dish for you to try at noon!"

Diving bunny?

What a strange name.

Luo Fengtang was surprised, then stood up and looked at the rabbit she was cleaning.

"This rabbit is..." he asked.

"That day when we went into the mountains together, it was the one I picked up!" she said.

When I saw this rabbit, I thought of the white puppy in the fir forest.

I don’t know how it is recovering from its injury?

He is so young, but he knows how to repay kindness. He is so spiritual!

The rabbit was quickly cleaned, and Yang Ruoqing planned to chop it into pieces.

Luo Fengtang came to pick up her kitchen knife again.

Glancing at the trace of worry that flashed across his eyes, she felt warm in her heart.

"I'm such a big man, and it's not my first day cutting vegetables, so I don't know how to chop them."

she said with a smile.

Seeing that he still looked worried, she smiled helplessly.

"If you really want to help me, just help me pour this basin of dirty water into the ditch outside the backyard, and then bring a basin of clean well water back."

"Um!"

Luo Fengtang picked up the basin of dirty rice water in which the rabbit had been washed, turned around and left the kitchen.
Chapter completed!