As the old saying goes, lying is a man's nature. Song Yutong originally thought that this statement was too extreme and would kill a whole boatload of people with one shot.
Now it seems that the ancients are honest and do not deceive me, and the ancient sayings are all reasonable.
Cheng Xiuwen held the bowl and concentrated on drinking milk. While Song Yutong breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes fell on Cheng Hanyan.
I saw Cheng Hanyan handing over his bowl, with the obvious intention that he also wanted to drink.
Song Yutong glared at him angrily and placed the carton of milk directly in front of Cheng Hanyan: "Pour it yourself, and you will divide the rest."
Cheng Hanyan didn't understand why Song Yutong suddenly became angry.
He followed him out. Song Yutong stood in the yard and looked at the vegetable field next to the kitchen. Some vegetable seedlings had already grown in that area.
Cheng Xiuwen and Naituanzi were at home on weekdays, and their special job was to put the caught frogs in the yard to eat locusts. When they were done, they caught them again.
"What's wrong with you?" Cheng Hanyan walked to Song Yutong and looked at her.
Song Yutong suddenly turned around and grabbed Cheng Hanyan's collar with one hand, looking fierce.
"Tell me the truth, do you often lie to others?"
Cheng Hanyan shook his head, looking at her fierce and domineering look, he felt a little cute.
Nai Xi Nai Xi's eyes were bright and splendid, and her watery eyes were very beautiful. He suddenly stretched out his hand to clasp her head and lowered his head.
Seal it with a kiss.
"Cheng Hanyan!" Song Yutong covered her red and swollen lips and glared at Cheng Hanyan with all her strength. "You are avoiding the problem."
Cheng Hanyan stared at her red lips, his eyes deep and burning, somewhat dark. He stretched out his hand to touch her smooth face, his voice was low and hoarse.
“What problem am I running from?”
"You must lie often! Otherwise, if you tell Xiuwen... why your face doesn't blush and your heart doesn't beat."
Cheng Hanyan: "How do you know my heart is not beating?"
He hooked her neck and pulled her into his arms. Her face was close to Cheng Hanyan's chest, and a thumping sound came from the position of her heart.
The heart rate is a few minutes faster than that of normal people.
"How about having another child?" Cheng Hanyan looked at her, the ends of his eyes were a little red, as if he was forced to do so by Gu Qian Nian.
"Sunny, what do you want to do?" Song Yutong quickly pushed the person away, turned around and ran away.
Ever since she entered this body, the most intimate thing the two of them had done was kissing, and there was almost no further development.
What's more, if there is no room, and there is a milk dumpling beside you, it's hard to do unnecessary things.
As a normal man, Cheng Hanyan has been holding back for a long time and there will always be times when he wants to vent. Now in his eyes, Song Yutong is a moving object of love.
When Song Yutong returned to the kitchen, Naituanzi and Cheng Xiuwen both turned to look at her.
"Mom, why is your face so red?" Naituanzi looked curious.
Song Yutong ran to the bucket, lowered her head, looked inside, and touched her hot face.
"You two eat quickly and wash the dishes." Song Yutong said and started to get busy.
Two or three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Song Yutong asked Cheng Hanyan to pay the three days' wages to the villagers who came to help, and got up early in the morning to prepare the vegetables needed for lunch.
Liu Xiaoya and Aunt Li both came to Song Yutong's house to help wash and pick vegetables.
"If you ask me, Sister Song, you have a better conscience. Look at what Cheng Laosan said. He is really a white-eyed wolf."
Aunt Li placed the washed vegetables in front of Song Yutong.
"That day when the river was blocked, he even wanted to come and order vegetable seeds from your family to plant." Aunt Li was mumbling a lot of gossip.
Song Yutong only said: "Even if he asks for it again, I won't give it to him again."
"That's right!" Aunt Li nodded in agreement, turned around and went to do other things.
Nowadays, the drought is getting worse and worse, and the water is getting less and less day by day. Cheng Hanyan has been going to the spring above the foot of the mountain for the past two or three days.
I put a few buckets there and waited for a whole day. I could bring back three buckets of water in one day and fill the big tanks at the door and in the kitchen.
Coupled with the construction of a house, their water consumption has skyrocketed, but each person in the village can only go to the river to fetch one bucket of water, so if they want more, they have to think of other ways.
So I planned to exchange grain with some poorer villagers and exchange grain for water.
Many people control water consumption in their homes well, and their consumption is not as high as hers. In addition, Cheng Hanyan brings back some mountain spring water from time to time, so the water for food is enough, but the water for making paste and mud is still a bit lacking.
However, by exchanging water with rice, eggs, vegetables or meat, Song Yutong would be able to have enough water.
"Aunt Li, help me kill two fish, and I'll make fish head and tofu soup."
Song Yutong made a lot of cornmeal, brushed a layer of oil on the bottom of the pot to make vegetable corn pancakes, planned to make fish head and tofu soup, and made sesame cabbage, and also made a lot of steamed buns and picked out the remaining fish bones.
Make it into fish paste, stir-fry hot and sour shredded potatoes and add some minced meat.
Two staple foods, two vegetables, and one soup.
Song Yutong collected the fish paste herself and planned to put some on it when making pancakes next time, which will make it taste better.
"Hey, sister Song, why did you cook so many dishes?"
Now that the year is bad, everyone at home can only eat a pancake mixed with vegetable soup for lunch.
Where else can you eat steamed buns, corn and vegetable cakes, and this fish head and tofu soup that has a rich milky aroma without any fishy taste?
"It's not that the vegetables are limited, we just make some. Everyone can choose according to their own taste."
Song Yutong took two bowls and asked your aunt and Liu Xiaoya to come over and eat some first.
"Sister Song, the food you cook tastes really good, and the soup has a milky aroma. Even the chefs in town can't make it taste so delicious."
Liu Xiaoya is the village chief's daughter-in-law, and her family is pretty good. She once dined in a restaurant in the town.
"There are also potatoes and cabbage with minced meat in them. Now the meat is sold for 80 cents per catty, and even the green vegetables have increased from a few cents to 20 cents a handful."
Aunt Li and Liu Xiaoya sighed and sighed, and they admired Song Yutong even more in their hearts.
"These villagers are willing to take the initiative to help my family build a house. I can't let them down. If I don't let them have enough to eat and drink, how can they have the strength to help my family?"
After Song Yutong waited until Liu Xiaoya and Aunt Li had almost eaten, the three of them each carried a big basin to the place where the house was being built.
Cheng Xiuwen and Naituanzi were also helping out at this moment. When Cheng Hanyan saw Song Yutong coming, he hurriedly called a few people and went back to bring the rest of the food over, so as not to make the women work hard again.
A rich aroma of fresh milk and fish soup wafted out.