Spatial Peasant Girl: These Mad Darlings Are Delicate and Gullible

He raised his eyebrows slightly, with a half-smile but not a smile: "Since you know you can't sit back and rest in vain, let's learn to farm today."

Deciding to stay, they had to keep it decent, so they bought a piece of land from the village chief.

The location of the place is very good, close to Dayan Mountain and far away from Xiaoxi River.

There is a reason why this land is still in the hands of the village chief.

First, it is not fertile enough and is a poor land.

Secondly, it is too far away from Xiaoxi River, and it takes a long time to carry water. If you stumble on the way, you will be considered lucky if you can bring back half of the water.

As soon as Rong Yan left, Yun'er looked at the others with a sad face: "Why didn't you remind me?"

Everyone was speechless: "Our eyelids are almost cramped. You just can't see what we can do?"

Before he mentioned the need for affectionate brotherly love, everyone dispersed. One said they wanted to familiarize themselves with the terrain and see where the new roof would be, and the other said they wanted to go hunting in the mountains with Zhao Hu. Lao Wu was the most outrageous. He said Go study the recipe!

Anyway, all of them were ruthless and meaningless, and they all disappeared in the blink of an eye...

Even Rong Yan wandered out of Zhao Hu's house. Zhao Hu's wife was about to start cooking later. He didn't want to eat, but he would be hungry if he didn't eat. He also fulfilled what Yun'er said about being "spoiled and pampered."

He raised his eyebrows and kicked away the annoying pebbles at his feet. He was not squeamish! The food cooked by Mrs. Zhao is really unpalatable! Is there no one in this village who can make something decent?

He began to regret sleeping here. It would be better to go to the county town. At least there is a restaurant where he can buy food...

But deep down, he understood that the county was not suitable for lurking because of the many people in the county.

He wandered around in frustration and was almost hit by wild fruits that fell from the tree. He raised his head depressedly and thought wildly: It would be great if a cook fell from the sky!

This is the time when the sun is most comfortable, bright and moving, but not too warm like noon.

Xiaoxiao moved a small bench, holding her bamboo shoots and peeling them diligently behind the house.

The villagers passing by thought that Dafang was going crazy with hunger, but Rong Yan remembered the bowl of pickled cabbage soup that Qian'er was being held by Aunt Ning and passed by them.

Rong Yan suspected that he was too hungry, otherwise why would he be so impressed by such a leftover?

In just a moment, the bamboo shoot husks on the ground had piled up to a high level.

When Xiaoxiao stood up to pull, she happened to see Rong Yan who was facing the light.

The first time she met him in the mountains, she had a startling glance. She only thought that the young master was very white and tender, but she didn't expect that he was so stunning up close.

Especially when compared with the bad guys, donkeys, and stinky guys in the village, the young man in front of me is so handsome that it makes people fall in love...ah, I feel like spring is so bright.

At this moment, she noticed the young master inadvertently pressing his stomach.

Xiaoxiao frowned.

As a cook, she knew exactly what this action meant.

Either I have a stomachache or I'm hungry, both of which are related to food.

As a cook, she couldn't control her desire to feed him, especially since he was so beautiful.

So Xiaoxiao, who had received Song's "friendly village" education, patted the dust on her hands and took the initiative to speak in a coaxing tone.

"Hello, are you Uncle Zhao's nephew? Our two families are close to each other, so we will be neighbors from now on. You can often play with me in the future. My name is Ning Xiaoxiao."

"By the way, I'm just about to prepare some grilled bamboo shoots. If you don't mind, would you like to try one?"

Her big and bright black eyes made people ignore her thin body unconsciously. Rong Yan, who was just casually walking around, almost lost his head. After nodding, he regretted it. However, Xiaoxiao's reaction was so fast that he didn't give him a chance to regret it. .

Quickly clearing away the bamboo shoot shells on the ground, Xiaoxiao hugged the peeled young bamboo shoots and waved to Rong Yan: "Come to my house and wait for me for a while." After saying that, she ran away first.

Rong Yan felt that it would be too rude to turn around and leave now, and he was also a little curious, what are grilled bamboo shoots? Can bamboo shoots be eaten? No matter how bad it is, it will never taste worse than the food cooked by the Zhao family's wife.

Ning Xiaoxiao, who came from modern times, didn't have any thoughts about guarding men and women, but Rong Yan, who was born and raised here, kept a measured distance and walked into the yard with her one after another.

And he politely went to say hello to Ning's father and Ning's mother before sitting down in the yard.

Listening to the Ning family's parents praising him for his "extraordinary temperament", "sensible and polite", "dignified appearance", "steady and generous"... His face remained silent, but his originally pursed lips curled up.

The countryside is pretty good too, at least the people here have good taste.

The yard of the Ning family is not big, and some green plants are planted around the wall of the yard, adding a touch of unique artistic conception to the mottled corners. Although it is not as elegant as the various famous flowers in the former mansion, it is still interesting in its own way.

Just as she was thinking this, she saw Ning Xiaoxiao running out of the kitchen again and pinching a handful of green leaves.

"I forgot to pick the onions."

Rong Yan:......