Song Tan Jishi

Chapter 1129 1129. Mix rice crust tomorrow

Song Tan rested his chin on Lu Chuan's shoulder and thought about it seriously: "Indeed."

　　It’s really amazing! The nodes of two lifetimes have different changes from him! What's even lower than this probability is that Lu Chuan happens to have better looks.

 “What a wonderful fate!” Song Tan also sighed and repeated.

  Then she hugged Lu Chuan's waist, turned her head over his shoulder, and saw several interlaced scars behind his white ears.

She leaned forward and kissed the new soft flesh gently. Lu Chuan felt as if a small current was flowing down his spine and into the top of his head, and he shuddered all over for a moment.

Then he subconsciously moved his body slightly, but felt that the arm around his waist was like an iron hoop, stopping him from moving.

The next moment, he heard Song Tan's muffled laughter, and his hot breath rushed up to his shoulders along with the light and breathable clothes, making his shoulders feel hot and he couldn't ignore it.

“Hahaha, boyfriend, you are so sensitive...what should I do? Will you be unable to bear the pain of applying ointment to scars in the future?”

 Unexpectedly, Lu Chuan was a little embarrassed, his cheeks and ears were slightly red: "Of course I won't apply ointment normally..."

"Um?"

Song Tan raised his head and looked at him in surprise: "I didn't say abnormal Tu? Where did you think you were going?"

 Lu Chuan closed his mouth.

 In terms of intimate contact, in a short period of time, he was not as bold as Song Tan. but…

 He took a deep breath slowly and calmly: It will be fine in the future.

However, just as this thought turned around, I felt a moist heat on my earlobe, and someone was biting it gently, and I could feel the teeth grinding slightly -

"Don't…"

He whispered, his head tilted slightly to one side, but the hands holding Song Tan's waist subconsciously tightened their strength, and then his earlobes suddenly felt cold, and Song Tan looked at him with a sigh:

 “You are really sensitive…”

 You have to shoulder the blame!

The Princess and the Pea is really the Princess and the Pea. Even if she is not with her in the future, I am afraid no one will be able to withstand this fragile feeling.

 After all, although he is very strong, any slightly thicker material will make him uncomfortable. For example, he can lift heavy objects, but he needs to endure the pain of grinding his hands.

 It can be seen that there is not much that can be done in daily life...

This feeling of contradiction may be fresh for a while, but over time, it may become a burden.

Of course, spiritual energy is not only bad for someone with a high affinity like him. His physical fitness, recovery power, endurance, etc. will be much better.

I can only say that if you give up, you will get something.

 But all this was done without the other party's knowledge. Song Tan was sighing at this moment, naturally feeling a little guilty.

But Lu Chuan didn't know, he just felt a little unable to hold his head up. After all, I have never had contact with people like this before, and I never thought that my sensitivity could be matched by this.

 Although the progress is a bit fast, this kind of contact is actually nothing between lovers. He can't stand it now...

Lu Chuan didn't say anything, but his face and neck were burning. Song Tan had to hold back his laughter, and finally hugged him, resting her head on his shoulder and trembling all over.

Until someone downstairs called her: "Tantan, Tantan! The soybeans are ready, come and eat!"

Lu Chuan quickly pushed her: "You go and eat quickly. I won't eat for now. I'll take care of my work first."

As soon as Song Tan let go of his hand, he pushed and shoved the door shut.

Qin Yun, who was huddled at the entrance of the stairs with a bowl in his hands and trying to gossip, said to He Kuo:... ˜ No, is this scene reversed between men and women? Why isn't something quite right?

 …

When Song Tan went downstairs, Qiao Qiao was pushing the small stone mill at home. There was gurgling white rice milk underneath. Song Tan couldn't help but laugh: "Why don't you use a wall breaker?"

The seventh cousin glanced at her: "The sound of that thing is so loud that it can wake up the pigs in the back mountain. I'll try it and compare the taste... What did you just do? Didn't you hear anything?"

The house is not that soundproof, right?

Song Tan decisively changed the subject: "What are we going to do? Rice cereal?"

The seventh cousin hummed twice. He was someone who had been here before, so he didn't expose her: "I haven't had much farm work recently. Why do I eat so much every day? I'm just thinking about grinding some rice flour and rice noodle. I can mix the rice noodle with it tomorrow morning and cook it at noon. rice flour."

He picked up a crispy soybean and put it into his mouth. It was crispy, crispy and delicious. Even an eighty-year-old man could chew it. It tasted so good!

“Look, our fried soybeans are so good that they don’t deserve some rice noodles. What a waste!”

Wulan was shaking the rice milk on the plate next to him, waiting to be steamed in the pot. At this moment, he laughed: "Is it just because of the vinegar that you can make dumplings?"

 The seventh cousin also laughed: "I haven't eaten this in years, it's time to try something fresh!"

After saying that, I couldn't help but think about it: "If the sweet potatoes weren't enough, I could have made some sweet potato flour... By the way, next year when the wheat is ripe, we can make sesame leaf noodles, beef noodles, and roll out steamed noodles. You need to eat more meals!”

 “Okay!” Song Tan never refuses the arrangement of his seventh cousin when it comes to eating. Now he thought about it and pondered again:

 “Why isn’t it snowing yet? If it doesn’t snow, the wheat won’t grow.”

When it comes to snow, everyone becomes worried: "It's been too cold at night these past few days. If it doesn't snow, the rush roots in your fields won't be able to cover them, for fear of freezing."

“That’s right, Tan Tan said that no insects were seen this year due to the biotechnology used, which is pretty good. But it won’t snow. What if the insects don’t freeze to death next year and become resistant?”

The family chatted, and finally took a look at the weather forecast, and found that there was heavy snow next week, and they were satisfied.

This situation is very similar to the way I used to squat in front of the TV at 7:30 every day, holding my rice bowl and waiting for the weather forecast, during the busy farming days when I was a child.

Song Tan lowered his head and looked at the plates of rice milk:

 “Is that all we’re going to do tonight?”

"Yeah." The seventh cousin nodded: "Let's make some to eat tomorrow morning, and the rest Qiaoqiao said he will broadcast live tomorrow morning. It's easy for children to not see clearly when teaching in the evening."

“I will make rice noodles and rice noodle tomorrow morning. I will give you homework this time! I must teach you results!”

 He was rinsing the stone mill with a water pipe and spoke with determination.

Song Tan: ...cough.

She didn’t answer the question. She just thought about Party Secretary Xiao Zhu’s plans for next year’s telecom reform, and asked her seventh cousin:

“After these are done, it doesn’t take much effort to mix the ingredients. If there are a lot of these tomorrow, why not give some to Xiaozhu’s family?”

They said they were just going to have a pig-killing feast, but they wandered around the area every day until dinner time before going back sadly...

Ouch, how old are you? You can’t help but look at me.

 The seventh cousin snorted. I really thought I was quite old, but I really couldn’t refuse.

why?

"Those young men are more diligent and willing to work than your boyfriend. I just asked them to help your father go to the mountain to plant some trees and chop some firewood for us tomorrow."

Update 1, continue to go out for exercise after dinner.

　　(End of this chapter)