Chapter 483: The way you recited the poem just now is so charming
An Xiaoqi rested on the bed in her room for a while. It was already evening
Feeling a little hungry, she was going to the kitchen to make some dinner
The landlady told her that she could use whatever she wanted in the kitchen at home. They could just share the liquefied gas, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, etc.
An Xiaoqi just walked out of the room and suddenly saw thick smoke billowing in the kitchen. She couldn't help being surprised: Could it be a fire?
An Xiaoqi hurriedly ran into the kitchen. In the thick smoke, Zhang Weimo was sweating profusely while cooking, and a smell of burnt meat hit his nostrils.
"Xiao Qi, you go out first. The meal will be ready in a while. I want you to try my cooking skills today!" Zhang Weimo was so smoked that his eyes filled with tears, and the shovel in his hand was turning over the pot.
An Xiaoqi looked into the pot and didn't know what it was. It was dark.
"What kind of dish is this?" An Xiaoqi asked
"Green pepper and diced pork" Zhang Weimo said without thinking
"Why does it look like black pepper charcoal to me!" An Xiaoqi joked.
"Don't look at the process, but look at the results. You go out first. In less than half an hour, a sumptuous dinner will be ready!" Zhang Weimo said, pushing An Xiaoqi out of the kitchen.
An Xiaoqi had no choice but to let him
She was walking around in Zhang's yard
The Zhang family's yard has a clean and flat cement floor; there are also two small flowerbeds, but they are bare and nothing has been planted. Around the yard are a dozen tall and straight Paulownia trees.
There is also a hammock tied between two paulownia trees. Zhang Weimo must have hung it up.
An Xiaoqi was sitting on the hanging, swaying lazily, which was quite comfortable.
When she was in school, she was rushing to study every day; when her father had an accident, she was rushing to find a way to rescue him; when she was with Mo Li, she was rushing to escape; later when she arrived in Sparrow City, she
Rushing every day to earn money for traveling home...
Now, she doesn't have to rush any time
She has enough time to count the ants on the ground and the stars in the sky
She forced herself not to think about the past and everyone in her past life.
It’s useless to think about it, it will only increase worries
She should maintain an optimistic and leisurely heart and give the child in her belly a healthy and happy development environment.
It seems that other mothers require prenatal care during pregnancy. Well, they can’t let their own children suffer.
Thinking of this, An Xiaoqi got off the hammock, put her hands behind her back, recalled the verses she had memorized when she was a student, and paced slowly while chanting: "The golden harp has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years."
Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his morning dream, and his spring heart was full of cuckoos. The moon and pearls shed tears in his eyes. The warm sun in Lantian made the jade smoke grow. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at the time."
At this moment, she suddenly heard a "pop" sound behind her. An Xiaoqi turned around and saw that Zhang Weimo had fallen down, but she still held a plate of dishes in her hand and stared blankly at her small footstool.
Kicked far away by him
Apparently he just tripped over the footstool.
"Why are you so careless!" An Xiaoqi hurriedly ran over and took the dish from his hand.
Zhang Weimo got up on his own and praised: "Xiao Qi, the way you recited the poem just now was so charming! Just like the people in the movie! I only looked at you and tripped on the stool."
An Xiaoqi laughed: "Okay, okay, don't be so obedient, let me see what kind of food you cook first?"