Chapter 67 There Is a Kind of Cold Call that My Mother Thinks You Are Cold

Tang Aiguo carried a basket and a fertilizer bag. In the basket were two pieces of pork, a dozen rice cakes, a dozen plates of dried rattan stems, and half a bag of sweet potatoes in the fertilizer bag.

The pork was prepared by Xu Jinfeng, while the rice cake vine stems and sweet potatoes were prepared by Zhang Manyue. Tang Xiaonan had an aunt, Tang Laifeng, who was married in Wucheng. Her uncle worked in the Industrial and Commercial Bureau and ate public rice. There was no land at home, so Zhang Manyue often carried some rice. Food to help my daughter.

At this time, people in the city are not as good as people in the mountains. The sky is high in the mountains and the emperor is far away. No matter how chaotic the outside world is, it has nothing to do with the mountains. As long as you work hard, you can still eat sweet potatoes and pumpkins.

(The rattan stems are dried vermicelli made of japonica rice. They are rounded and boiled when eaten, or boiled or fried. They are very delicious.)

Huo Jinzhi walked silently on the side, without saying a word, Tang Xiaonan glanced at him, and it happened that Huo Jinzhi also looked over, Tang Xiaonan sweetly called: "Brother Huo."

Today's Huo Jinzhi is wearing a Zhongshan suit without patches, which is clean and tidy. Although he is young, Huo Jinzhi's momentum is enough, and he can vaguely glimpse the style of the future boss.

A ray of morning light just shot on Tang Xiaonan, and the golden sunlight shone on her face, and she could clearly see the faint fur on the little girl's face, as well as the long curled eyelashes, blinking like a little girl Like a fan, Huo Jin's heart softened a little, and he involuntarily pulled the corner of his mouth.

Although it was only for a moment, he couldn't escape Tang Xiaonan's eyes, and he was instantly elated.

The boss laughed at her, haha... I must think she is invincible and cute!

Tang Xiaonan was very proud of her, she couldn't handle a person as cute as her, from an 80-year-old man to a three-year-old baby girl.

Huo Jinzhi smiled more. Just now, Tang Xiaopang's eyes lit up, and his happiness was beyond words. Was it because of his little response?

This fat girl is too easy to satisfy, right?

Tang Aiguo took a deep look at him. His sister was so kind to this Huo Huo recently, and it wasn't quite right. He thought about it for a long time and could only come up with one reason—

My sister's heart is sprouting.

This little guy surnamed Huo is still strangely handsome, and it's no wonder that his sister likes it. Since his sister likes it, he will naturally try to like it, at least he can't beat him anymore.

Tang Aiguo, who pretended to be deep, forgot the fact that his sister was only six years old, and regarded Huo Jinzhi as his future brother-in-law, but he made a mistake.

Tang Xiaonan yawned and was sleepy again. At this time, the sun was already up on the mountain, and the golden light was shining on the mountain. The body was very warm.

Xu Jinfeng loved her daughter so much that she was worried that she would freeze, so she wrapped her into meat dumplings with three layers inside and three layers outside, which made her so hot.

"Hot...Second brother...it's so hot..."

Tang Xiaonan's head was a little dizzy because of the sun exposure, and her forehead was covered in sweat. Tang Aiguo didn't dare to take it off, but Xu Jinfeng specifically said that her sister should not be frozen, and Tang Laijin didn't dare to ignore her sister-in-law. The two uncles and nephews coaxed Tang Xiaonan. , let her endure.

"It'll be too hot to endure any longer... Take it off by yourself."

Tang Xiaonan was so angry that she ripped off her clothes, she was about to dry out, and she didn't know how many clothes Xu Jinfeng had put on her, so she couldn't move her elbows.

Seeing that she was really struggling, Huo Jinzhi came over to help, with more smiles in his eyes, Tang Xiaopang is quite cute like this.

Take off the quilt outside, inside is jacket, inside is sweater, still sweater, still sweater...