Chapter 136 Xiaoman’s Life

On the last day of April, Jiang got up and cooked himself a bowl of noodles with a special egg on top.

Little Tiantian was greedy, eagerly watching his mother eat, saliva flowing down the corners of his mouth, and he was babbling and shouting "seven, seven".

"Do you want to eat?" Jiang Lu leaned down and looked at his son, with a soft smile on his face, and it felt so good to the touch.

The little guy understood, and actually nodded, pointing his little hand directly at Jiang Lu's bowl.

Jiang Lu's heart was filled with tears. A year ago, she thought she was a child. Now, she has calmly accepted the role of mother. She picked up a piece of noodles, tilted her chopsticks, and handed it to little Tiantian's mouth. The little guy ate it with relish.

After taking a bite, he still refused to leave.

Jiang Lu patiently fed him a few more mouthfuls, and little Tiantian's belly became visibly rounded. Jiang Lu didn't dare to feed him any more and coaxed the little guy to play with other things.

In fact, the noodles that are so popular every day are not very delicious. In the past, Jiang Lu would not even touch such noodles. Only the serious handmade noodles are delicious, sprinkled with chili powder, green onion, ginger and garlic.

Put it inside together, and then pour it over with the hot oil. The fragrance is so overbearing that your tongue will swallow it.

But she still finished the bowl of noodles, as if completing a grand ceremony, not even the soup was left. Looking at the bare bowl, Jiang Lu said softly to herself: Happy birthday.

She didn’t remember her birthday clearly in this life, nor did she think about it, but she remembered her birthday in her previous life very clearly. She was born in April, the most beautiful month in the world. She loved this month and this season, and she loved it all her life.

.So when she met Fu Peiya’s daughter that time, Fu Peiya gave her such trust, so she gave the little girl the most beautiful words in her heart.

Jiang Lu always feels that his birthday is at the end of April, no matter which life he is born in.

"I'll pick you up in the afternoon, and I'll go to the morning market in the morning."

Do you dare to thank those two poached eggs for this guy's eloquence?

Bah, why are you mentioning him? Zhou Chunhe gave himself a slap in the face in his heart. He didn't want to be that kind of person.

Zhou Chunhe was quite satisfied with the speech he just gave. It seems that reading too many newspapers is beneficial. Maybe one day he can become a gentleman like Zhao Bin.

Jiang Lu smiled and said, "On days when you go out to work at the stall, you have to eat enough to have the strength to work."

Zhou Chunhe was holding the bowl of noodles without chopsticks. He looked at it and looked at Jiang Lu, "Are you done eating?"

Jiang Lu couldn't help but sigh, it's good to be young and recover very quickly. She replied, "Well, let's eat noodles." She only stated the facts without explaining.

After finishing the noodles, Zhou Chunhe also came back. He had just loaded baskets of vegetables and sent them away. More and more people came to buy vegetables. He was obviously busy and came back later than before.

"You and I are legal. If you want to be reserved, why should I marry a wife? Besides, if you are reserved and I am reserved, how can human civilization continue? I am bravely shouldering the historical mission to keep the incense of the outstanding Chinese nation alive!"

Jiang Lu flicked away, "The sky is clear and the sun is bright, the universe is bright, Mr. Zhou, you have to be reserved!"

Jiang Lu stood on tiptoes, hooked Zhou Chunhe's shoulders, and said like a buddy, "Boss Zhou will become rich in the future, don't forget to bring your little brother with you!"

Jiang Lu held the tractor and stood at the end of April, watching the new buds sprouting green, the new leaves gradually opening up, listening to the green and cool sounds, and the tinkling of the creek. The tractor was not moving fast, so it was suitable for enjoying the scenery. The sky was bright, the air was clear, and the eyes were full of green.

Intentions meander before my eyes, lighting up my vision with green lights, leaving the lonely years behind me.

"Eating noodles today?" Zhou Chunhe raked his hair with his hands, then washed his face with well water. His fatigue faded by five minutes, and he walked up to Jiang Lu with a heavy back on his head. He already looked like a high-spirited and good young man.

But after all, in this era, there are not many choices. Zhou Chunhe washed his hands and went to eat noodles.

A philosophy major can't compete with a primary school graduate. The subject of life is really mysterious.

I was deeply shocked inside.

Jiang Lu took two steps back and kept a safe distance from Zhou Chunhe.

"Well, it should be almost done today."

Jiang Lu cast his gaze over, and sure enough, a thick locust tree was dotted with stars, full of small white flowers.

"I, I'll wash the dishes." Jiang Lu didn't know why, but faced Zhou Chunhe's blatant teasing, she gave up.

"Well, it's ready." Jiang Lu didn't understand and even raised the bottom of the bowl.

Carrying the sweetness given by Zhou Chunhe, Jiang Lu set off on the road on the tractor. The April wind was clear and gentle, and taking one more breath was the best comfort to the internal organs.

"About that stall?"

"There is still a bowl of noodles in the pot. You can eat it." Jiang Lu said. When he came back, it was time for her to go out of the stall again.

"Oh, there are also poached eggs?!" Zhou Chunhe said in surprise, "Or two? What day is it today?"

There are generally two situations when people in Wangjiaba Village eat noodles. The first is to celebrate a serious birthday, and the second is when the family is out of rice and vegetables, so they make ends meet with a bunch of noodles. In the south, many places

In this case, noodles are not a very attractive delicacy, so naturally they are not their first choice.

"Sister-in-law, look, the locust trees are blooming." Wang Ziqiang shouted and pointed to a locust tree at the foot of the mountain for Jiang Lu to see.

Zhou Chunhe looked at his wife who had fled, and then looked at the bowl of noodles in his hand, thoughtfully.

Jiang Lu: "..." It's hard to guard against it!

"Really disgusted?" Zhou Chunhe asked narrowly. Although it was not obvious, he was sure that his wife's ears were burning at the moment.

"That's fine." After Zhou Chunhe said this, he took the chopsticks from Jiang Lu's hand and forked at the noodles.

Zhou Chunhe was talking nonsense seriously, while Jiang Lu was speechless and froze on the spot.

On this birthday, Jiang Lu scored an 8. Although she said she didn't like it, she was still successfully seduced by Zhou Chunhe, a reckless man. And being seduced by others is the greatest affirmation for a married woman.

, greater than praise, which shows that she is still very charming.

Zhou Chunhe saw how hard she was struggling, so he pulled the hand on his shoulder and put it around his waist. He said in a serious manner, "Where does this little brother come from? You just have a little sister at most." After that, he said:

He glanced vaguely at Jiang Lu's waist - below.

"Hey - that's what I used -" Before Jiang Lu could finish speaking, Zhou Chunhe was already holding a bowl and started to feast on it.

With the words in his mouth, he said vaguely, "What happened to you after you used it? I am still the same one you used, and you dislike me?"

Today Wang Ziqiang was going to the county town to pull bricks, so Jiang Lu took a ride with him and didn't ask Zhou Chunhe to send her there specially.

Taking a deep breath, the light and sweet fragrance hit your face, refreshing your heart and mind, and making you feel full of energy.

Jiang Lu now felt that it was nine points, but she didn't expect that this frequent visitor from the north would also come to join in the fun.

At nine points, life is a little full, but it doesn’t have to be perfect. You have to be content but also aware of your shortcomings.

Finally, the white flowers of this Sophora japonica plant and the fragrance of Sophora japonica flowers fill the green world in April.

I used to read Hayao Miyazaki's comics and always felt that the pictures were indescribably beautiful. When I read ancient Chinese poems, I also felt that the artistic conception was indescribably beautiful. April happened to give me both of these feelings, so this chapter is written by the author

Please accept your selfishness. (*^_^*)
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