Space Spirit Spring: The Doomsday Boss Transforms into a Peasant Girl

Chapter 151 Returning to Beijing Thirteen
Because men and women had different tables, Nan Yan, mother and daughter, did not sit at the main table with Nan Liang.

Kong Shangci was the housewife, and took Nan Yan to sit at another table with the village chief's wife for dinner.

Of course, Nan Yan and the others are at this table, as well as Meng Ran, the old lady who lives with them temporarily.

Nan Liang was at the village head just now, knowing that the village head was worried that the old lady would disturb their family here, so he took the old lady to stay at home for two days.

After Nanliang found out, he asked someone to bring the old lady over for a meal.

It can't be, their family temporarily lives in other people's houses, and they still invite them to dinner.

Seeing the food on the table, the wife of the village chief lowered her eyes slightly to hide the embarrassment in her eyes, and said embarrassingly, "I'm really sorry, the young lady and the head of the house brought food to you, my wife, and I still want to stay here to accompany you to eat .”

She thought that it was already the best dish for their family to entertain others with meat dishes that they were reluctant to eat on weekdays.

Unexpectedly, there were not only two meat dishes on the table.

The dishes made by others are not a little bit better than hers.

She was sitting here, smelling the fragrance constantly coming out, and her saliva was almost out of control.

The village head's wife sighed quietly, alas, the food of the rich is really not comparable to that of their farmers.

Kong Shangci sat upright and said: "Madam, you don't need to be polite. We can find a foothold today, thanks to the help of the village chief."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Kong Shangci stopped talking nonsense and picked up chopsticks to invite everyone to eat.

The meal ended in the embarrassment of the village chief and his wife.

Nan Liang sent the village chief and his wife away, Kong Shangci hurriedly sent Nan Yan and his daughter back to their respective rooms, and ordered his servants to call Jiang Shui.

The whole family soaked their feet and went to rest after washing.

There is only one old lady living in this family.

There are no other valuable things, just bedding, only the old lady sleeps in the room with a fully patched quilt.

The things used by Nan Yan's family of three are all Nan Yan's own.

After Nan Yan washed up, Zi Su had already cleaned up the bed assistant.

Nan Yan lay on the familiar quilt and fell into a deep sleep.

the next morning.

When Nan Yan got up, the outside of the house was already completely white.

In her previous life, Nan Yan grew up in the south and rarely saw snow.

When I grew up, I went to the capital to study and seek a job. I saw heavy snow in the north during the years in the capital.

After Nan Yan washed up, she opened the door excitedly and prepared to see the snow scene outside.

Nanliang was warming up in front of the fire, and Kong Shangci saw his daughter come out.

Kong Shangci waved to Nan Yan and said, "It's cold, Yan'er, come here and enjoy the fire."

When Nan Yan sat next to her, she muttered again: "It's so cold outside, why don't you get up after a while after sleeping."

Nan Yan said with a smile: "My daughter wanted to see the snow scene in the village, she simply couldn't fall asleep, so she got up."

Kong Shangci nodded her forehead and said angrily: "You, you, it's so cold, you still want to go out to play."

He said again: "It's snowing heavily outside, no one is sweeping the snow and the roads are slippery, eat breakfast first, and then go play in the yard after the sun comes out."

Nan Yan responded briskly, "Understood."

Before the sun came out after breakfast, Nanyan carried a hoe and a shovel and said to Mengran and Zisu, "Mengran, Zisu, let's go to the courtyard to build a snowman."

Mengran and Zisu should be.

In such a small yard, there are three beautiful figures busy.

The three of them built a snowman very quickly, and it didn't take long for a big white to appear in the courtyard.

Nan Yan took out a piece of red cloth and put it around the snowman's neck.

Nan Yan saw that the snowman had the clothes, but not the nose.

Nan Yan asked Zisu to go to the kitchen to find something that could make a nose and put it on the snowman's nose.

However, there were no carrots at this time, and Zi Su didn't know what to use to make a snowman's nose.

In the end, Nanyan saw a pumpkin in the kitchen, so she cut out half of the pumpkin and cut a nose, and put it on the snowman's nose.

After the snowman was piled up, Nan Yan drank the tea handed by her mother to admire her masterpiece.

Nan Yan originally continued to play in the snow, but Kong Shangci said it was cold, so she sat in front of the fire and read a book to warm up.

Nan Liang scanned the cover of the story book his daughter was reading, and said, "Yan'er, your handwriting has improved a lot these days."

Nan Yan:? ? ?
During the time she was free in Lanzhou, she practiced calligraphy every day.

Later, I set off back to Beijing, and I was either on the road or on the road along the way.

Then I have time to practice calligraphy.

Her father suddenly asked her how she was practicing calligraphy, this... can she tell the truth?
Kong Shangci patted Nan Liang's hand and said, "I've been on the road these days, how can Yan'er have time to practice calligraphy?"

Nanyan Chick pecked at the rice and said: "My mother is right, I have been on the road and busy these days, so I have time to practice calligraphy."

Nan Hao smiled and said: "I just asked, look at your mother's nervous attitude, you think I don't understand, and I will punish you."

Nan Yan didn't say a word, but nodded her head and said clearly, "Yes!"

Nan Liang said: "I'm not urging you to practice handwriting outside now. When you get home, no matter what, you must practice your handwriting well."

Nan Yan whispered, "Understood."

When his father asked about his knowledge, Kong Shangci eagerly said, "Brother Ah Liang, there is such a snowy scene outside, I want to play the piano and compose a poem."

Nan Liang spoiled and said: "It's too cold to get out, but you want to play the qin, just order someone to take out your qin and play the qin."

Kong Shangci is a lady from a famous family, and she can't beat her with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

This is not in Nan Yan's lifeless interest, the melodious piano sounded slowly.

What's more, the old couple moved the piano to the yard when they were having fun, playing the piano and dancing together.

Nan Yan propped her chin beside the fire, looking at the tenderness in the old father's eyes, and at the dancing figure in the courtyard.

I just feel like I'm being fed dog food.

Nan Yan felt that her lamp was too bright, so she wanted to go to the kitchen to make some snacks, but her mother said just now, let her watch here and let her learn how to dance.

She had no choice but to suffer bitterly and eat the dog food that her parents gave her.

Looking at her mother's graceful figure, Nan Yan suddenly had a plan, wanting her father to paint and record the scene.

After the song was over, Nan Yan told her father what she thought.

Nan Yan looked sideways and said, "Can Yan'er know how to draw? If so, then you can draw!"

Nan Yan: "..."

She can draw, but it's cold, she doesn't want to do it!
It's not that Nanliang has never had his daughter's drawing paper. From the drawing paper, it can be seen that his daughter's painting skills are good. Even if his daughter proposes to paint for his wife at this time, let her do it.

The child has nothing to do, so he always thinks about going out to play.

Nan Liang asked, "Why, you don't want to make a painting for your mother."

Nan Yan waved her hands and said, "It's not that I don't want to..." That's all, isn't it just a cold meeting?
Besides, it's not too cold to have internal strength close by, and you can still move your hands.

Just paint!

So Nanyan just like this, joined the sweet interaction between Nanliang and his wife.

Well, of course Nan Yan can only watch Huahua from the sidelines.

At noon, Nan Yan took out the painting and shook her hands, "Emma, ​​it's finally healed, I'm so exhausted."

Nanliang and Kong Shangci gathered next to Nanyan to look at the portrait made by Nanyan.

Kong Shangci gazed at the painting, the beautiful butterfly danced in the snow that was like smoke but not smoke, like fog but not fog, it was hard to imagine that the woman in the painting was herself.

Kong Shangci stretched out his hands to ponder the painting and murmured: "The person in the painting, is it really me?"

Nanliang was also shocked.

She thought her daughter could only draw, but she never expected that her daughter's drawing skills are so good.

Look at the face of the person in the painting, it is painted exactly like his wife.

(End of this chapter)