Qiuqiu took out other things from Qiankun bag with great strength and respected his parents and pleased his younger brothers and sisters.
If these are Shi'er's things, Qiuqiu will definitely feel uneasy when used. But this is his own legacy and there is no psychological burden to use.
What psychological burden does it take to use your own things?
Among them are good tea leaves, which should be kept from ordinary people. Not to mention more than a hundred years, even if it is stored for more than a year, the taste is far worse than fresh tea leaves. But this tea leaves are placed in Qiankun bag.
It has been a lifetime since I took it out, but it still has a refreshing fragrance.
Qiuqiu made a pot of good tea for the scholar and brought it to the scholar with great pleasure.
She stood at the door of the study and called out: "Dad."
The scholar looked up at her, nodded, and Qiuqiu walked into the house.
"Has Master Bai Feng left?"
"Yeah, I've left."
It’s one thing to have a place to live at home. More importantly, it’s not appropriate to just stay at home.
"Dad, try the tea I made."
She put down the tea tray and the people also took advantage of the situation.
"Dad, what do you think about this?"
When he said this, Qiuqiu suddenly remembered the famous saying: Yuan Fang, what do you think?
The scholar picked up the tea and smelled the fragrance of the tea first, then savored it. It seemed that he had not been affected by today's events, and he was still as calm as before.
"Dad, you're talking."
The scholar looked at her: "Do you want to ask me if I hate him?"
Qiuqiu nodded and pecked rice like a chicken.
"What I think of him is not important, what matters is how you view him yourself."
The scholar said this and never paid attention to her again.
Qiuqiu had been pestering for a long time without any results, so he could only leave unhappily.
The younger brother leaned his head at the door and whispered: "Sister, sister."
Qiuqiu turned his head to look at him: "What are you doing?"
"Come here."
Qiuqiu walked over, and the younger brother pulled her into the house and closed the door.
"Come on, let's have a midnight snack."
When Qiuqiu saw that there were two bowls on the table, with small plates covered on it to keep it warm.
“Where did it come from?”
"I did it."
"You?" Qiuqiu remembers that he could cook food? There are no men in the kitchen these days.
"Sometimes I'm hungry at night." My younger brother felt a little aggrieved. He was either greedy, or he had been hungry for the past two years. He was hungry for a while after eating breakfast. He was so hungry that he couldn't even read it.
It's time for me to study. I'm the same at night. After dinner for a while, I'm hungry again before I go to bed. He couldn't sleep even if he couldn't sleep, so he could only go find something to eat.
There are leftovers at home, and it is fine when you have snacks, and you can always fill your stomach. When there is no, he is unwilling to let the scholar's wife make food for him. At the beginning, she cooks corn and roasts steamed buns.
And so on. Later, I gradually became more and more able to make things, which is called practice making perfect.
Qiuqiu is also a person who has experienced it. When my younger brother is growing, he consumes a lot of brain power throughout the day. He burns a candle at both ends and does not replenish it, of course he can't bear it.
"What did you make?" Qiuqiu said with a smile: "I didn't expect that I could eat the meal I made today."
"I made the noodles." said the younger brother: "The leftover minced meat and pickled cabbage are added."
He lifted the plate covered with the bowl, and the color of the noodles looked like it, and the minced meat was red. The noodles were wheat pink, and pickled cabbage and small vegetables were spread on it. The red, green and white look like they were not a novice.
Can be made.
The noodles have the aroma of minced meat and the sour and fresh smell of pickled cabbage. Although Qiuqiu is not hungry, he is also attracted by greed.
There was a lot of color and fragrance. Qiuqiu tasted the noodles and the taste was unexpectedly good. It was sour and delicious, and the noodles were chewy.
"You rolled the noodles too?"
"No, sister, you forgot. When you were at home, you made noodles that were not rolled out. After they were ready, they were dried and put them on. Take them out and cook them when they were about to eat."
Qiuqiu really forgot.
At that time, she saw that every time she wanted to eat noodles, she had to roll the noodles and cut them into shreds. It was too troublesome. If she could give the instant noodles to the butterfly, it would save a lot of effort.
The instant noodles are not made, but there are still some dry noodles. Make more at a time, dry them and store them properly. Sometimes in the morning, take them out and cook them for convenience.
After she left, the scholar's wife still made these noodles often. The noodles I cook now are like this.
The brother and brother met and ate noodles.
The pickled cabbage is so spicy and spicy, making people sweat on their heads.
Qiuqiu was about to get up and pour water to drink, but when the door rang, the little sister also came.
"Okay, you two don't call me for eating good things."
I’m not afraid of this second sister: “Second sister, didn’t you say you wanted to fast last time? Then what other human fireworks are you still enjoying?”
The little girl looked stern: "Okay, do you have any more? Give me a bowl."
"Yes." My younger brother obediently went to serve her a bowl of noodles, poured some balsamic vinegar soaked in garlic paste and took it over.
So now three people are secretly eating noodles.
Qiuqiu turned around and looked at the sister on the left, and then at the younger brother on the right.
The three of them sit together and eat like this, as if the separation between them has never happened.
Now that I’m eating the most, I’ll leave it to tomorrow.
Once my stomach is full, my stomach volume becomes larger, and it seems that my worries are squeezed smaller and gone. Qiuqiu rubbed her belly and hasn't eaten so much for a long time, let alone pickled cabbage is so spicy that it's so satisfying.
The corners of his mouth were hot and his head was covered in sweat.
The same is true for the younger sister. Her lips and face are red and beautiful, her eyes are watery, and she is also wiping her sweat with a veil.
Someone once said that chili peppers are like love, which makes people love and hate... People who eat chili peppers also look like people in love, their lips are swollen from kisses, their faces are blushing, and their eyes are
With tears in my arms, it is obvious that only love can be revealed in such a complex and obvious way.
Qiuqiu's thoughts ran wildly along the way, and even eight horses could not pull them back.
I didn’t bring the pickled cabbage on the dinner table today, otherwise Shi'er would have tasted their secret spicy pickled cabbage.
I wonder if his eyes will be so spicy that he has tears in his eyes and his cheeks are red...uh...
Or, should I scoop him a bowl of pickled cabbage?
Qiuqiu used to live in the same room with her younger sister when she was at home. Later, when her younger sister left, she lived alone. As a result, after a few years of separation, the two of them slept in the same bed again.
The two sisters were unfamiliar, but after stealing noodles together, their relationship became much more harmonious.
The two sisters lay down and blew off the lights. The bed was not very narrow. They each had a pillow. The pillow was embroidered with light pink lotus flowers, and the moonlight shone on the window paper, reflecting a little white and fluorescent light.
They weren't asleep.
"sister."
"Um?"
"I think you said it right last time." The younger sister said softly: "When I was practicing qigong, my master always asked me to abandon my thoughts, and I always told me not to think about people at home. It would affect my progress by saying that being passionate and thoughtful will affect my progress.
The previous time we separated, after I went back, I didn't deliberately forget everything as the master said. I also thought about it, thinking about my family and relatives from time to time. But I found that I didn't suffer much from entering the country.
In the past, even... it is even faster than ever before."
Qiuqiu turned his head: "Really?"
"Yes." The little girl nodded, with a little puzzled expression: "Recently, I have started to learn the same swordsmanship like my senior sister. My master once told me that my understanding is stronger than my senior sister. But I feel very strange.
I was secretly distracted recently, but my master didn’t notice it? My master didn’t say that my understanding was better than my senior sister. Why can I suddenly compare with my senior sister?”
Qiuqiu felt that understanding is really mysterious. Others always say that she has understanding, but Qiuqiu doesn't think so.
"I don't understand the understanding, but I think people should let things go. If you don't like something from the bottom of your heart, you don't want it, but you have to do it because of other people's requests. I think how can such a person be like this?
It is impossible to go far."
"Well," the little girl thought for a while and said softly: "I think so too."
After a while of silence, the little sister turned over, gently pulled Qiuqiu's hair with her fingers, and called her in a low voice: "Sister."
"Hmm? What?"
"Do you like Master Bai Feng too?"
Qiuqiu was stunned for a moment.
People often speak directly at night and have less concern than during the day.
If it was daytime, my younger sister might not ask this, and Qiuqiu would not answer this question positively.
She said quietly: "Well, I like him. I feel happy when I see him, but when I can't see him, I will think about him... I think this is just like it."
The little sister wrapped her hair around her fingers a few times: "I'm afraid you feel uncomfortable. Since you like him too, it's much better. Master Bai Feng is a very amazing person. Sister, you will definitely live a good life in the future.
of."
"I feel very uneasy." Qiuqiu turned her head and the two sisters faced each other: "I can't remember what happened before. It's like a gorgeous house, but it has no foundation. When the wind blows, the house is in danger.
It may collapse completely.”
"Sister, don't worry. You just told me, let it go, and do whatever you think. Do it with your will. Even if the house collapses in the future, you won't regret it."
Qiuqiu looked at her little sister, and suddenly remembered what the scholar said to her when she was in the study.
The scholar said that her own opinion is the most important.
Although the words I said to my younger sister are different, the meaning is similar.
The two of them didn't have much chance to discuss together, so they must have said their own words. The younger sister didn't have much scheming, and she would say whatever she thought. However, her father had rich and profound life wisdom. Such two completely different people said
The words are the same.
What about her?
She is in the game, but can't see it clearly as well as her father and sister? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support are my greatest motivation.)