Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"A meal can cost a few hundred yuan. There are many of us, and we have brought cash. We will be staying here for two or three days. Sorry to bother you, grandma."

Liu Qingshan said with a smile, pushing his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

The old woman looked him up and down, and always felt that there was an aura about this young man that made her very uncomfortable, so she couldn't help but keep some distance from him.

"The young man is very considerate. He knows that older people prefer to accept cash. Don't worry, the old woman won't charge too much."

"Let's go into the village quickly. We still need to cook."

Everyone followed behind him, looking here and there, chattering something: "Wow, look at the stream over there, I wonder if there are any fish, I want to go fishing."

"I heard the fish in the mountain streams are delicious and very stupid. I've never caught one, so it must be fun."

"That's right. I saw some bloggers taking pictures that are really enviable. Blue sky, white clouds, forests, and streams. This is the idyllic life I imagine."

Someone joked, "It's a blessing to let you live like this for a few days. If it lasts too long, you'll miss the conveniences of the big city. In the mountains, you have to do everything yourself, and you can only endure if you get sick."

"And there are terrible dry toilets. You'll know when you see them, haha."

When the old woman heard the laughter behind her, the corners of her mouth curled up. She led the people to a yard and divided the rooms into several parts, but there was still not enough room for them.

Mo Wen looked at the courtyards on both sides and said, "Grandma, there's no one living at Uncle Eldest and Uncle Second's house, right? We can ask the students to go out. It's really a bit too crowded."

"no!"

She refused without thinking, and when she met her grandson's surprised look, the old woman adjusted her mood.

He smiled and said, "It's not that grandma doesn't want you to stay here, it's just that your uncles have bad tempers."

"I came back a few days ago to retire. I was worried that the young people would be too impulsive and start quarreling. That would be bad, don't you think?"

Mo Wen thought about it and agreed, ignoring the slight feeling in his heart. He said casually, "Uncle and uncle have houses in the city, so why did they move back to the village?"

The old woman was busy cooking while she said, "Oh, the people in the village believe in returning to one's roots. They always want to come back when they grow old."

"Oh, so why don't I go visit my uncle and say hello to them? Otherwise, I'll tell my parents that I'm ignorant."

"No, they're exhausted from all the years in the city. They usually sleep at home during the day and get angry if they're disturbed. You'd better not go and see them."

Mo Wen opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the old woman.

"Xiao Wen came over to help grandma light the fire. As she gets older, she feels tired after doing even a little bit of work. She really can't help but accept her old age."

"I'll go to your uncle's house and get some bacon. I'll make you something delicious tonight. You can just make do with it for lunch. You can continue to make the fire and don't need to come over."

After the old woman finished speaking, she patted him on the shoulder, gave him a few instructions, and walked towards the next yard, opening the kitchen door to get the bacon.

He walked towards the room, opened the door and glanced at the things on the bed, his eyes cold: "Stay here quietly, if you dare to go out, don't blame me for being cruel."

The black thing on the bed squirmed and made a loud noise from its mouth, which made people's hair stand on end.

The old woman turned around and went back to her own courtyard. Soon the aroma of food wafted out. The classmates sniffed and smiled.

"Wow, the food from the mountains is still the best. It tastes better without the use of technology and hard work. The taste of farmhouse food can't compare to the food from the mountains."

"That's right. My hometown is great. In autumn, the mountains are full of fruit trees. No matter whose fruit trees they are, I can eat as much as I want. I would have vomited by then."

"Haha, you don't know how lucky you are."

Mo Wen walked out of the kitchen, his usually dull expression now a little more relaxed now that he was back home.

He called out, "Captain, dinner is ready. Everyone come and eat. After dinner, I'll take you to the creek to fish. We'll have some small fish to eat tonight."

Everyone came over with smiles on their faces. One of them was holding a small bamboo bowl, his face full of curiosity. "This bowl is made of bamboo, right? It's really delicate, and there are patterns on it."

Mo Wen smiled and nodded. "Yes, there is a bamboo forest on the mountain. Every spring, people in our village go up the mountain to dig bamboo shoots, dry them and save them for winter."