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Who to take?

Third aunt?

Xu Yan was nailed to the spot by these words.

Xie Zhuo's voice was very nice. She had discovered it on the first day she came here. It was a little deep but also had a clear and mellow voice for someone of his age. He also spoke standard Mandarin.

But...

There is always a different feeling when the three words "Third Aunt" come out of his mouth.

She looked at Xie Zhuo.

Xie Zhuo also looked at her.

After a few seconds, this ambiguous eye contact was interrupted by Xie Dabao who came rushing over.

Although Dabao and Xiaobao are not picky about food, who doesn’t like white flour noodles?

Two days ago, they ate dried sweet potatoes and drank porridge for lunch and dinner. A few days ago, Uncle San steamed a pot of steamed buns, both made of 200 grams of flour and cornmeal.

Although they are delicious, they are not as good as noodles!

I haven’t eaten delicious noodles for a long time!

Dabao came in from the kitchen door, took Xu Yan's hand and walked out, saying as he walked, "Uncle San's cooking is delicious."

Xie Zhuo raised his eyebrows behind him.

After Xu Yan washed his hands, Dabao pulled him to sit under a tree. Xie Zhuo had already put all the food on the table.

To be honest, the meal Xie Zhuo cooked looked really good. Not only was it not burnt, but even the wild vegetables he dug looked green and lush, which made people very appetizing.

"Try it," Xie Zhuo handed the chopsticks to Xu Yan.

Xu Yan originally wanted to be polite, but she hadn't had a proper meal for two days. When she smelled the dishes cooked by Xie Zhuo, she was almost drooling.

She picked up an egg with chopsticks.

good smell.

You can taste that Xie Zhuo’s cooking skills are good. Of course, the most important thing is that he is willing to use a lot of oil.

She had heard from her grandmother how people of this generation cooked.

It is said that many families find a pair of chopsticks and tie a piece of cloth on the chopsticks. Every time they cook, they just dip the cloth lightly in the oil can, turn it around in the pot, and then put the vegetables in.

Few people pour oil directly into the pot.

Unless it's someone who doesn't know how to live.

Xu Yan had only been here for a few days and had never seen how other people cooked at home, but Xie Zhuo's... was exactly what her grandmother called the worst at managing a life.

"Unappetizing?"

Seeing that Xu Yan stopped talking after taking a bite of the egg, Xie Zhuo asked a little nervously.

After asking, he put a piece into Dabao and Xiaobao's bowls, and ate a piece himself.

Tastes pretty much the same as usual.

"It's delicious," Xu Yan came back to his senses and smiled at Xie Zhuo, "It's so delicious. I couldn't think of any words to praise you for a long time."

Xie Zhuo: “…”

Although the young educated youth didn't say anything to praise him, it seemed like he was praising him.

Xie Zhuo lowered his eyes and stuffed a mouthful of noodles into his mouth. After swallowing it, he said somewhat unnaturally: "If it tastes good, eat more."

Xu Yan also wanted to eat more, but the original owner’s stomach was so small. She had already tried very hard to eat, but in the end there was still some noodles left.

"I really..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Xu Yan suddenly burped.

Everyone at the table, big and small, looked up at her.

Xu Yan's face turned red immediately.

Xie Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and then he wanted to laugh, but seeing the young educated youth's blushing face, he thought that if he really laughed, he might not have the chance to eat at the same table with him again.

He stood up and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of warm water. "If you can't eat anymore, don't eat. Don't make yourself sick."

Xu Yan's face was still very red.

By the time she finally came out of that awkward mood, Xie Zhuo had already eaten three full bowls of noodles.

Xu Yan's attention was instantly diverted.

You can really eat!

Children feel sleepy at noon and want to sleep after eating.

Dabao and Xiaobao gathered the empty plates and bowls together and were about to go to the kitchen. Xu Yan quickly stood up to help but was stopped by Xie Zhuo.

"It's okay, they can do these little things," Xie Zhuo said.

Dabao and Xiaobao put the bowls on the kitchen table and went back to the room to sleep.

Suddenly there were only two people left in the huge yard. Apart from the sound of Xie Zhuo eating, the only other sounds were the chirping of a few birds.

Xu Yan looked up and found a swallow's nest under the eaves, with a swallow squatting on it and calling.

She came back to her senses only when Xie Zhuo finished the rice in his bowl and stood up to go to the kitchen.

"Stay seated," Xie Zhuo said. "It's hot in the kitchen."

After saying that, he went into the kitchen, and soon Xu Yan heard the sound of him scooping water to wash dishes.

The old woman who had given Xiaobao apricots was still waiting at the door. Her husband lay in the house for a while, and when he saw that there was no sign of cooking yet, he came out wearing a pair of worn cloth shoes.

Seeing her squatting at the gate, looking around, he frowned and asked, "Why are you lying here instead of cooking?"

The old woman was watching intently and was almost frightened to jump up by the person who appeared behind her.

"Fuck you," the old woman cursed, "you are born in the year of the cat, you walk without making any sound."

"Hurry up and cook. You still have to work in the afternoon." The man ignored her yelling and walked back with a frown on his face. "Other people's meals are ready, but you haven't even started yet!"

The old woman stared at his back and cursed him a few words, but still stood up and went to the kitchen to cook.

Twenty minutes had passed when Xie Zhuo finished cleaning up and came out of the kitchen. It was quite cool under the pear tree, and with the sound of birds singing, Xu Yan almost fell asleep.

When he heard the noise, he looked up at Xie Zhuo.

The man was tall and handsome, standing in this small farmyard, as if it was a dream to her.

While she was staring at Xie Zhuo, Xie Zhuo was also looking at her.

The girl, about eighteen or nineteen years old, had a pretty face. She looked like a painting as she sat under the tree, leaning on her arms and looking at people with red eyes.

A painting that makes you want to get closer.

Xie Zhuo did not get closer and stopped two meters away from Xu Yan.

"I'm going to the city to buy four big items this afternoon," Xie Zhuo said. "I don't know if Bragi has it. If you need anything else, you can tell me in advance."

Xu Yan really had no intention of taking these things.

She wants to get into college and leave here in two years.

I don't think I'll be able to use these things even if I buy them.

But when she met Xie Zhuo's gaze, she suddenly didn't know how to tell him her plan.

Will he be angry?

Yes!

Who would plan to leave before getting married?

Xie Zhuo naturally also saw Xu Yan's conflicted expression, and his eyes darkened.

Although he knew in his heart that Xu Yan married him not because she loved him, but just wanted to move out of the educated youth camp, he also knew that she would return to the city sooner or later.

And he chose to marry her only because she helped Dabao and Xiaobao in her previous life.

Things seemed to be that simple, but when he thought about it more deeply, he felt an indescribable discomfort in his heart.

"you……"

"you……"

The two of them spoke at the same time again.

"You speak first," Xie Zhuo said, the mottled shadows of the trees swaying in the wind on his face.

Xu Yan looked at him for a few seconds, and then he heard himself asking him, "In the future, will you follow your husband wherever he goes?"

Xie Zhuo: “?”