Bai Ye nodded, full of confidence, looking forward to going to the field this time. A good man can either join the army or be a good family man.
He followed Nanfeng out of the yard and walked along the path for a few minutes. He stopped in a rice field, picked up his straw hat and put it on. Nanfeng handed him a sickle.
Bai Ye was fully armed and at a loss. Most of the nearby rice fields had been harvested. The Nanfeng field in front of him was not big, it was three or four acres, and it was golden to the eye.
"Take off your shoes."
Nan Feng's voice sounded. She knelt down on one knee and took off her shoes. Her feet were white and tender, and her nails were neatly manicured.
"What are you looking at!"
After Nanfeng took off her shoes, she saw that Bai Ye beside her was motionless. She looked up at him and found that he was staring straight at her little feet. , the roots of his ears suddenly turned red, his face was filled with shame and anger, and he shouted angrily.
Bai Ye came back to his senses, forced a laugh, and quickly took off his shoes in embarrassment. He probably guessed how to harvest the small rice, and there were neat sickle cuts in the nearby rice fields.
He originally thought about going to the fields alone so that Nanfeng would not have to work so hard, but then he gave up the idea. It was obvious that Nanfeng was a very strong girl with high self-esteem.
Nan Feng rolled up his trouser legs with his bare feet and carefully went to the fields with a sickle. Bai Ye followed suit, looking like he was learning.
Holding a small crop of rice stalks, Nanfeng asked Bai Ye to look at it, and then waved the sickle to cut it flat. The rice stalks were several fingers higher than the water surface. Nanfeng piled the cut rice on the On the rice pile, after cutting a few more crops of rice and placing them, he said: "It's very simple!"
Bai Ye nodded with a smile. He had expected it, and then he started harvesting rice for the day. , Nanfeng took out a few sesame seed cakes for lunch at noon.
At dusk, Baiye ran back and forth four times to pick up the harvested rice and dump it in the empty main room, while Nanfeng went to the street to buy vegetables.
Not long after he finished picking the rice, Nanfeng came back with a vegetable basket. Bai Ye leaned over and looked at it. There were three fist-sized tomatoes, five eggs, and two cabbages neatly stacked in the basket. There is also a piece of pork belly as big as a palm.
Nanfeng whispered: "It is better to eat better during the busy farming period, and once a month in the free time."
If Bai Ye hadn't given him two taels of silver, She won't buy meat today. She only ate meat twice in a month when farming was busy at this time last year.
Bai Ye hummed
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He was thinking about how to make her live a good life. In his heart He is very confident, a dignified man of seven feet, with hands and feet. There is no reason for him to be poor for the rest of his life.
Looking at the gentle girl in front of him, Bai Ye secretly vowed that if fate wants me to be mediocre, then I want me to be rich.
"You take a rest, I'll cook."
Nanfeng walked into the kitchen with a basket and lit the oil lamp. The figures in the light swayed, and the fire slowly lit up.Bai Ye picked up the kettle, poured some water, and walked to the kitchen.
Nanfeng was busy, with a rice pot cooking and a vegetable pot warming. She added firewood to the rice pot and walked in front of the stove to cut meat.
Sitting on the stove in Baiye, fiddling with the fire, I suddenly wanted to recite a poem. Such a scene was so poetic and picturesque, but I had no ink in my stomach, so I had to give up.
Nan Feng was quick with his hands and feet. After cutting the meat, he washed the cabbage and tore it into pieces. Bai Ye's eyes widened. This was the first time he had seen someone tearing up cabbage.
Nanfeng was delicate and frail, so she had some difficulty tearing the cabbage. After exerting all her strength, the scene was a bit bloody for a while, with a burst of violent tearing. Finally, she peeled off the cabbage root with a kitchen knife and threw it into the kimchi jar. inside.
The vegetable pot was already burning with green smoke. Nanfeng poured the fat meat into the pot to boil out the oil, put down the condiments, and poured the remaining lean meat at the right time, making a crackling sound. , the south wind picked up the spatula and stir-fried.
A smell of meat wafted out, and the aroma became more and more intense, refreshing. Nanfeng boldly took a spoonful of salt and sprinkled it into the golden meat, stir-fried evenly and picked up a piece of fat and thin pork belly. Hand it to Bai Ye.
Bai Ye reached out and picked up the meat. The hot temperature made him switch his left and right hands back and forth. After more than ten seconds, he threw it into his mouth and took a gentle bite. The meat juice burst in his mouth. He chewed it slowly and swallowed it. In the middle, Bai Ye licked his fingers and said quietly: "The craftsmanship is very good, I will give you 98 points."
Nanfeng poured the cabbage into the pot and rolled his eyes while stir-frying: " "How about two points?"
She didn't know Bai Ye's previous identity. He was probably a young man from a wealthy family.
She has never been out of the village, and she is very happy to get a 98-point evaluation from Bai Ye, regardless of whether it is true or false.
Bai Ye fiddled with the firewood and laughed loudly: "There are still two points, I'm afraid you will be proud."
Seeing the joking expression on his face, Nanfeng glared at him fiercely At one glance, his hands kept stirring.
The fried pork with cabbage came out of the pot, and a large bowl was filled. Nanfeng took it again
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Have a small He cracked two eggs in a bowl and said, "You go and eat first, I'll make tomato and egg soup."
Bai Ye stood up slowly, brought the dishes to the table by the wall of the main room, and filled the rice. Sitting with his chin in his hands, doing nothing.
The hatred of a spark of fire sets a prairie fire back and forth, and the kindness of a drop of water is repaid by a spring.
Although he lost his memory and could not remember the past, Bai Ye always believed that he was a good person. He tried to think of something while chanting the name "Li Ming", but failed in the end.
Nanfeng came over with egg soup, Bai Ye glanced at her, and Nanfeng said softly: "What are you thinking about? You haven't eaten yet."
"Isn't this waiting for you? ”
Bai Ye picked up the chopsticks and started eating. As soon as Nan Feng sat down, he got up and went to serve the rice. When Bai Ye came back after serving the rice, Nan Feng was there. Eat with your head down.
Bai picked up the meat with chopsticks for her and said softly: "We will meet her in the future."Get better and better, don’t treat yourself badly. "
Nan Feng raised his eyes and stared at him, Bai Ye smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I'm here! "
Did not speak, just pursed her lips and nodded. Nanfeng looked calm. After a while, she asked: "Do you know the saint? The kind that can fly. "
The test in the village has ended today. She has no chance to regret it, but she is still a little unwilling in her heart.
"Saint? "
Bai Ye was stunned for a moment. Nanfeng was asking about saints like cultivators, not mortal saints. However, he knew nothing about cultivation and could only shake his head.
"What?" Do you want to be a saint? "Bai Ye took a bite of rice, raised his head and asked.
Nan Feng had the idea of wanting to be a saint. He asked knowingly, but it was a pity that he did not have the ability, otherwise he really wanted to help her realize this dream.
“No. "
Nanfeng lowered his head to dig at the rice, then put down the bowl and chopsticks and said, "I've finished eating, you eat slowly." "
Bai Ye looked at her. Nanfeng pushed the fried meat and egg soup in front of him. He supported his head with one hand and stared at him with his head tilted. Bai Ye buried his head in eating and lowered his head when picking up the vegetables. Without looking at her.
Nanfeng looked at him straightly, picked up the food with chopsticks, and said, "Don't you want to test your talent, what if you have the chance to become a saint? ”
There is only one cultivator in a million. She didn’t think Bai Ye had much chance, so she still asked. Practitioners are masters, and no one will give up even if there is only one in ten thousand chance.
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