Chapter 335 Isn't Our Family in Charge of the Mother?

He just smiled without saying a word, which made it easier for people to have reverie.

Now the pedantic image of a man in her mind has slowly collapsed. Fu Yuzheng bit her lip, only to think that he was teasing her on purpose.

In the bones, necrotic.

She was annoyed, and there was a hint of anger in her moist and beautiful eyes.

Liu Zhixia raised her lips and whispered, "At home, men do rough work."

"..." Fu Yuzheng's anger faded from the bottom of his eyes, and his cheeks were crimson.

This... bad man.

He spat at him silently, but a trace of sweetness crept up in his heart.

He lowered his head and raised the corners of his mouth at an angle that the man could not see.

"Go home quickly, pay attention to the road, be careful the road is slippery." The man urged, striding ahead.

Although it didn't rain or snow, the weather was too cold and frost formed on the ground. If you were not careful, your feet would slip.

She landed cautiously, walking behind him, and her speed slowed down.

And no matter how slowly she walked, he would never be more than three steps away from her.

Follow her footsteps without a trace.

It won't give her a sense of urgency, and it's extremely ironing.

As soon as she raised her head, she could see his tall and generous back, not far ahead.

Somewhere in the chest, slowly hot.

"Didn't you mean to take me to see the porcelain kiln?" Suddenly I wanted to hear him speak.

"Do you want to see it, pick a sufficient time to take you there next time," he turned back, his black eyes serious, without the slightest perfunctory, "Let's make pancakes today, eh?"

"Yeah." She twitched her long eyelashes and replied softly.

On the way back, every now and then, he would meet the villagers who were wandering around, and Liu Zhixia would say hello and greet each other.

Whenever he stopped, the eyes of the chatting villagers would always fall on Fu Yuzheng, and then their eyes would wander between her and Liu Zhixia, which was meaningful.

And Liu Zhixia just smiled and said nothing.

Knowing what other people think, just don't explain it and let others misunderstand.

When he got home, Fu Yuzheng's pretty face was already red.

In the kitchen, the old man, the old lady, and Liu Yusheng could see the truth, and the three grandsons were lying in front of the stove, covering their mouths and making fun.

It seems that things really have a door!

"I knew that Boss Xia was old, but I still didn't know how to wake up. This time, I moved very quickly. Go out for a walk and see Yuzheng's little face ashamed."

"It has nothing to do with whether you are enlightened or not. I didn't meet the right one. That kid Zhixia followed me. When I was young, I didn't get married until I met you." The old man cocked his beard. It is proud to think back then.

"You don't have a mouth, and your granddaughter is still here. You are not ashamed to say this? You didn't get married in your early twenties, so you didn't meet the right one? It's obviously because the family is poor and can't get married!" His wrinkled face was reddened by the fire in the stove.

The old man scratched his neck and said, "What's there to be ashamed of, who hasn't been young yet? If I hadn't met you at that time, maybe I'd be an old bachelor! There is a saying, it's called "Ning Que Wu Jui", isn't it? ?"

Liu Yusheng nodded his head heavily, "Yes, it's better to be queer than to waste! Lord, you have such a good eye when you are young, and you will take aim at my grandma as soon as you take a glance!"

"No, the family was poor at that time. In order to marry your grandma back home, grandpa sold the iron."

"Why, do you regret breaking the pot and selling iron?" The old woman stared.

"Looking at what you said, is that regret? I'm glad, fortunately, I sold iron, otherwise such a good old daughter-in-law would not belong to my family!"

"Pfft!" Liu Yusheng covered her belly, leaning on the old man's arm and laughing so hard that she couldn't straighten her waist. Her grandmother's mentality is getting younger and younger, so cute!

The old lady's face was also panicked, but she couldn't help but smile.

The stinky old man, as he gets older, the more he lives, the more he doesn't cultivate, and he dares to jump out of anything in front of his grandchildren.

While eating lunch, the faces of the two people at the dinner table were red, one old and one young.

Several members of the Liu family looked left and right unwittingly, and even had an awkward meal.

The little girl Fu Yuzheng is shy and pretty, then forget it, why is the old lady in the family with a red face?

"Mother, what's the matter with you? You have a fever? Or was it smoked by the stove? It's not like..." Before Liu Er could finish speaking, the old man hit him with chopsticks.

"You can't keep your mouth shut when you eat! It's so wide, should I be the one at home or you?"

Liu Er, "Isn't the mother in charge of our family?"

The old man choked and stared, unable to refute.

Liu Er hummed, Dad, you look like you're getting angry, and he didn't dare to say that.

Otherwise, you'll have to hit a chopstick again.

Ouch, the old lady blushed even more.

Du Juan looked at the expression on his man's face that he was about to do something again, and stomped him under the table, "Hurry up and eat, you have to help move and carry it later."

This time it was so cruel that Liu Er was speechless in pain.

Liu Yusheng ate deliciously and had a mean smile on his face the whole time.

She is an insider!

Everyone was drunk and I woke up alone, tsk tsk, this feeling makes eating more appetizing than usual.

After the meal, just after washing the dishes, the Liu family came one after another.

"Brother Liu, sister-in-law, are you ready to make pancakes!"

Mrs. Liu smiled and said, "It's ready early, I expect there will be a lot of people, so let's do it in the yard, put a few large wooden boards on it, and put the rice noodle sieve on it so that it won't get dirty."

Liu Yusheng was very active, instructing the two brothers to lift the wooden boards, one by one on the shelf in the yard, with a long wooden bench under it, and it was steady.

The baskets were also taken out and placed around the wooden planks. Braziers were placed in the frames, and the charcoal fire was lit. The top of the baskets was placed on a sieve with fine holes.

After a while, the board was full of people, all of them from the village's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, as well as children rushing to join in the fun.

The whole yard was noisy and lively.

Although it was in the open air and the weather was freezing cold, it was rare that there was no wind today. Sitting next to the charcoal-fired basket, it was not cold at all to work.

The female family members of the family were all on stage, and Fu Yuzheng couldn't hide from leisure, and was dragged by Liu Yusheng to beat a piece of cake.

Sprinkle a layer of rice flour with sesame seeds and crushed peanuts on the wooden mold first, then sprinkle some sugar filling, and finally lay a layer of rice flour, and use a wooden pestle to compress and grind it to the outermost layer. The rice flour is firm and smooth, use a small dull knife to scrape off the powder that overflows the border of the mold, knock the rice cake out of the mold, and it is done.

Simple and easy to get started.

Fill a sieve, cover with a layer of oiled paper, and put it on the basket to dry on the kang.

In about a quarter of an hour, a sieve can be cooked, and the whole courtyard is filled with the aroma of rice cakes.

The gluttonous children squatted beside the baskets, their chubby little meat hands propped up their cheeks, waiting to eat.