After marrying the hunter, he became more and more abnormal

Looking at the boy who believed everything he said, Ling Chuan responded helplessly.

So, Xia Mo happily washed the two bowls, then took out the water bag to rinse and hang them to dry, and then went to the kitchen to boil a pot of water.

Ling Chuan put all the things he was going to take with him in the yard, and then walked in. Looking at the young man who was making a fire, he walked up to him and said, "Ze'er, there is still some flour in the jar. You can make some pancakes to take with you."

In this way, even if the boy is hungry, he doesn't have to rely solely on drinking water to fill his stomach, Ling Chuan thought intently.

However, Xia Mo was a little distracted by his sudden call of "Ze'er", but the emotions in his eyes changed too quickly, and Xia Mo turned to the stove again, and the man next to him was unaware.

After Xia Mo put the firewood stick in his hand into the stove, he turned his head to look at Ling Chuan and said with a smile: "Okay."

"You do it. It's delicious." Ling Chuan said as he stepped aside, signaling him to come out while he took over the fire.

Xia Mo no longer felt awkward after seeing this. He stood up, picked up a vegetable bowl nearby, and rinsed the bowl while washing his hands.

After filling the flour, he suddenly thought of a question, so he looked at Ling Chuan, "Brother Ling, do you want sweet or salty?"

When Ling Chuan heard this, he had the answer in his mind as he turned his head, so he said directly: "Sweet."

In fact, when farmers make pancakes or something like that, most of them are made salty. After all, the price of sugar is much more expensive than that of salt. But the sugar was originally bought for the little brother, and when Ling Chuan heard what he said, he naturally felt that sweet things were better and nutritious.

Xia Mo didn't think much about it. He nodded, took the flour to the inner room and added some white sugar, then went back to the kitchen and used chopsticks to mix the sugar and flour.

It didn't take long for the water to boil. Xia Mo poured some to mix the flour, and Ling Chuan poured out the rest to dry. He also went to wash the big pot, and he could start frying after the boy was done.

As the saying goes, when a husband and wife work together, work is never tiring.

Frying pancakes is not a difficult task and they were out of the pan in no time. Looking at the pancakes fried golden on both sides in the bowl and smelling the faint fragrance in the air, Lingchuan wanted to try it first.

When Xia Mo turned around, she happened to meet his longing eyes and smiled immediately.

He really didn't expect to see this change on the other person's tough and serious face, so he said: "Brother Ling, you try it. I haven't done it for a long time, and I don't know if my hands are rusty."

"Hmm." Ling Chuan picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, so fast that Xia Moduo had no time to stop him. After all, the pancake was just out of the pan and it was very hot.

Xia Mo saw Ling Chuan swallow it in one gulp, his face still calm, and asked him blankly: "Brother Ling, aren't you hot?"

"It's hot, but delicious. You can eat it too." Ling Chuan glanced at the pancake in his hand and said to Xia Mo seriously.

"Pfft!"

Xia Mo couldn't help laughing out loud, and cursed in his heart, "What a fool."

Ling Chuan's attention was deeply attracted by his expression. The boy's smiling eyes contained the light he liked, and even his eyebrows seemed to be pouting.

Ling Chuan couldn't help but smile. He made the right choice, he wanted something sweet. Thinking of this, he took another bite of the pancake.

Xia Mo, who was not hungry to begin with, saw him eating with gusto and became greedy too, so he picked up the chopsticks and picked up one. However, he did not dare to compete with Ling Chuan's iron mouth, so he blew on the food before eating.

After they finished eating, they washed the dishes and the big pot with satisfaction, then poured the boiled water into the water bag, and then took a bamboo basket to put the pancakes and dishes.

After cleaning up, they walked out of the house and headed towards the fields.

On the path, Xia Mo was wearing a straw hat and carrying a hoe on his shoulders in an orderly manner. He was also holding a bamboo basket in his hands, which contained pancakes and two pairs of chopsticks.

Ling Chuan, who was walking beside him, was dressed similarly, except that he had a scoop behind his hoe, in which was a hatchet and a water bag.

Xia Mo originally wanted to put the water bag in the bamboo basket, but Ling Chuan felt that it was a bit heavy for the boy to carry, so he didn't want to let him carry it.

The two of them occasionally chatted about this and that, and along the way they met many people doing farm work. When they met acquaintances, they would also say hello or two.

As they walked, their shadows were stretched out long when they passed by the sunlight, but they walked hand in hand with each other.

After arriving at the field, they picked a place to put their things and started working.

I heard from Lingchuan that during the years he was away from home, someone had cultivated the land, so it did not become a wasteland with grass taller than a person, but some of the grass was as high as the knees.

"I'll use a hatchet to chop some off first, and then I'll remove the roots and turn the soil later. You sit over there for a while." Ling Chuan suddenly said.

Xia Mo: "...No, I can also chop it with this hoe."

I guess only Ling Chuan would think of letting himself sit beside him and watch him work.

Ling Chuan looked at him twice before responding, then walked outside, bent down and started sweeping with the hatchet.

Not to mention, Ling Chuan's knife skills were pretty good. Wherever he swept past, the roots of the weeds were cut neatly, and Xia Mo couldn't help but want to give him a thumbs up.

Xia Mo withdrew his gaze, looked around, then walked to the ditch with a hoe and began to cut the grass from the outside to the inside.

The sharp hoe blade fell without digging into the soil. The hoe could indeed cut the weeds, but it was not as fast as the hatchet.

After cutting off the grass stems, Xia Mo used his hoe to remove the grass roots. For a moment, the two of them stopped talking and worked attentively.

After Ling Chuan scanned a large area, he raised his eyes to look at the young man. He didn't know if it was because of the hot weather, or because he was tired from work, or something else, but Ling Chuan saw the young man's blushing face at a glance, even though he was wearing a straw hat.

Ling Chuan stood up straight, frowned slightly, thought for a moment and walked over, then handed the hatchet in his hand to Xia Mo, "You use this."

Xia Mo looked at him in confusion, "Huh?"

"Change it, this one is gentler." Ling Chuan explained.

Xia Mo smiled helplessly when he heard this, "Brother Ling, there's no need to change it. This one is really not heavy. Besides, you're more skillful with a hatchet than I am, and you work faster."

Ling Chuan hesitated when he heard this. What the young man said made sense, but... the young man looked very tired.

"You really don't want to change?"

Xia Mo nodded.

Oh, he really isn't that delicate. But looking at Ling Chuan's expression and his meticulous consideration for him, Xia Mo couldn't help but feel happy and sweet in his heart, as if he had eaten honey.

Seeing that the young man was really unwilling, Ling Chuan did not force him, but his movements became even faster after he returned, and the hatchet in his hand almost left an afterimage.