Song Tan Jishi

The romance that Lu Chuan had yet to speak came to an abrupt end. Seeing Song Tan holding back laughter, he felt a little embarrassed.

In the end, it was Song Tan who came to his rescue: "I don't like mugwort very much. I like the scent of lemon flowers on you last year."

Before Lu Chuan could react, he saw all the busy people in the yard looking over.

After a moment, even though he couldn't help but blush even though he didn't do anything, he explained: "That one is also an individually customized pure floral fragrance - the top note is Milan, and after a period of time it turns into lemon blossom. But the floral scent The degree of restoration is very high..."

He didn't finish his explanation, because Zhang Yanping had already curiously poked his head over:

"How long does it take to pass a period of time?"

Lu Chuan realized later and couldn't help but shut his mouth at this moment.

But he kept his mouth shut. Wulan and Aunt Lianhua looked at each other in the yard, but there was a lot of meaning in their eyes. Then he smiled and said:

"Oh, we old guys have nothing to do with young people's love affairs. We can just talk about any scent - Xiao Lu, that lemon, if you like it, you can plant it in the yard!"

There is no place for women to stay in college!

The green onions, garlic sprouts and coriander she originally planted at her door were so good, wasn't it because they randomly inserted garlic and onions while eating, and they grew a bit uneven -

But aren’t vegetable gardens like that?

As a result, we met Xiao Lu, who loves flowers and grass, but has not been allowed to grow vegetables since winter...

Of course, various flowers have been planted for almost half a month now. With Song Tan deliberately stimulating more spiritual energy, the new leaves and buds can't wait.

In addition, this child has better aesthetics than him, and the flower beds are arranged in a dense and dense manner. Everyone in the village will admire them when they pass by, and Wulan himself trills several times...

Hey, it’s good for children to be able to grow flowers.

It doesn't matter if you plant another lemon.

The red color on Lu Chuan's face has faded, and his mood has returned to normal at this moment: "I planted two lemon trees specially selected, and one is a large-fruited perfume lemon. The fragrance of the flowers is particularly good, and the fruits are as big as a fist and golden yellow."

"There is also a small lemon. The fruit is as big as a small kumquat. In summer, it is very delicious to crush and make lemon tea."

He pointed outside the yard: "It's not planted in the flower bed, but next to the cherry tree."

But at this moment, the lemon buds haven’t bloomed yet, but the cherry flowers are almost gone.

As soon as he finished speaking, the seventh cousin came out with a basin of stuffing:

"The smell of white wormwood is strong. I'll use some lard vermicelli for the wormwood steamed buns at noon - do you want to add chili?"

"No!" Song Tan shook his head: "If you want it spicy, add your own sauce. We also have a lot of sauce."

Green pepper beef sauce, watermelon sauce, soybean sauce, chili sauce, and even beans with sauce are all available.

The seventh cousin had the same plan, and then asked: "How do you want to eat mugwort sprouts? Make green dumplings or stick them on pancakes?"

This time everyone’s reaction was the same——

"Piece the cake!"

"Qingtuaner has to use glutinous rice flour, which is not easy to digest."

"What kind of stuffing is the Qingtuan'er stuffed with? I saw on the Internet that people stuffed it with meat floss or something like that. It doesn't taste that good here."

"How about making mugwort glutinous rice cake? I think that one is delicious. It's oily, fried until the outside is crispy, and the inside is glutinous..."

"I think mugwort cake tastes better than mugwort cake..."

Everyone was talking about their preferences, and the importance of Chef Seventh Cousin was reflected. He looked beautiful at this moment: "Don't worry, I can eat them all!"

Then he waved his hand and summoned again:

"Zhang Yanping, come down and help me - smash all these white wormwood and mugwort buds."

Zhang Yanping pointed at herself in disbelief: "Me?"

Others are still lying on the terrace on the third floor, and there are so many people downstairs asking, "Why is it me?"

The seventh cousin hesitated for a moment: "I don't know why, but just looking at you I feel like you have energy."

But in fact, who in the family doesn't know that Zhang Yanping can't do any hard work at all, and he can't help but groan for a long time.

but--

The Seventh Cousin pondered for a moment: "You can grind it now, and pounding the white wormwood is no problem, right?"

Although the efficiency of grinding is not high, since this thing is eaten at night, there is no need to worry if it lasts all afternoon.

"You can't do anything!" Zhang Yanping said angrily: "Seventh cousin, don't look down on me like this! I am also paid!"

Just as he was talking, he saw that Lu Chuan had rolled up his sleeves: "How to do it? I'll do it."

He volunteered and took a fancy to the stone mortar in the corner of the yard.

But the seventh cousin hesitated: "Why don't you forget it? Your clothes are quite expensive, and the juice will splash on them later..."

He knew that Lu Chuan was a standard Princess and Pea. Not only did he have to wear silky and soft clothes, but the rough cloth on the hammer was worn out when he held it hard for a while.

Now that she didn't reveal the delicate and soft princess's physique, she was already giving Song Tan's partner some face.

Lu Chuan lowered his head and looked at the T-shirt on his body: "This is fine, this is pure cotton." It just requires more processes, is more expensive, and is a little softer.

"Forget it, forget it." Ulan also advised: "Xiao Lu, I know you are hardworking, so come and help choose the vegetables. This rough work is not suitable for you."

Ask the child to mash these baskets of grass leaves, and they will be filled with blood and tears when they eat.

Wulan made a quick decision: "Let Tantan do it, she has the energy."

"You will get tired even if you work hard. Let me do it." Lu Chuan had already rolled up his sleeves, easily pushed the stone mortar aside, and then turned on the faucet to rinse.

At this moment, Zhang Yanping, who was lying on the third floor, received everyone's gaze: "..."

He shouted angrily, "Whether it is mugwort rice cake or mugwort bun, I want to eat ten!"

Then his dark and strong body rushed down, pushed Lu Chuan away with his backhand, and pressed his iron palms on the stone mortar, trying to pour out the water inside.

"Hey ha!"

"..."

"emmm..."

It didn't work.

The looks in everyone's eyes were hard to describe.

He took a deep breath, and the solemnity of the king lifting the tripod was just like this, and then he exerted force again--

"Or I'll do it."

Lu Chuan had walked to his side easily, and then easily grabbed his wrist and pushed him to the side, and then pressed his palm on the edge of the stone mortar with a little force, and the stone mortar filled with water had already tipped over, and the water rushed out along the curve of the yard.

He shook the mortar, and when the residual water at the bottom began to shake, he turned on the tap again to rinse it.

When he stood up and let go of his hand, his palm was already red.

Everyone:...

Well, I don't know which one to evaluate - anyway, Zhang Yanping, you have been in the countryside for a whole year! You don't do any physical work, how can you be so strong but so weak?

It's a good thing that Doctor Guo is not here, otherwise how can he respect him!

And Lu Chuan, this delicate...

Wu Lan sighed, thinking that it was a good thing that the family had become rich, and they didn't have to farm anymore. (End of this chapter)