A Happy Event in a Farming Family: Marrying a Hunter

Qin Zheng carried Yun Shaojie directly home, saying that they would have dinner together at home before he carried him back.

Yun Shaojie had injured his leg, so he sat in the courtyard with his two children. Qin Zheng went to fetch water and chop firewood, while the mother and daughter prepared dinner in the kitchen.

"Mother, pheasants can fly, we can't keep them at home, how about we eat them tonight?" Yunluo asked.

"You caught the pheasant, so whatever you say goes," Zhou Rong said with a smile, as she washed the rice and put it in the pot to cook.

In the village, eating white rice is too extravagant, so tonight we're making brown rice.

Yunlu was carrying a tightly bound chicken, preparing to go out and slaughter it, when she met Qin Zheng carrying firewood in. On the firewood was a bunch of wild scallions, green and plump, a real delicacy.

Yunlu laughed, "Where did Brother Qin pick these wild onions?"

“Grandma Zhang next door dug some up the mountain and shared some with us. She gave me the chicken, and I’ll go and slaughter it.”

"Okay!" Yunluo took the firewood from his hand, put it in the house, washed the wild onions, and placed them on the cutting board for later use.

"Xia, how are we going to eat these wild onions? How about we make wild onion and egg stir-fry?"

Yunlu's eyes lit up. "Mom, I'll make you egg rolls. I guarantee they'll be delicious."

"Okay, whatever you say goes."

Yunlu scooped some flour, added a little water to moisten it, cracked in an egg, added chopped wild onions, stirred it well, brushed a thin layer of rapeseed oil on a small brush, scooped in the egg mixture, swished it around in the pan, and then used the chopsticks in her other hand to lift the egg roll, bend it, and place it on a dry plate.

The golden-yellow, fragrant egg rolls are ready.

"Mother, have a taste."

Zhou Rong was given one, and her mouth was filled with the fragrance of eggs and wild onions. She took a bite and it was crunchy. "My daughter is so capable!"

"Mom, take them out as a snack."

Just then, Qin Zheng came in, and Yun Luo grabbed one and shoved it into his hand. "Brother Qin, how is it?"

"It tastes very good." Qin Zheng's cool expression had a touch of warmth, which made him look even more handsome. She was much better at cooking than he was. He felt that he would never be able to eat anyone else's food again.

Yun Luo smiled, her eyes narrowing. She deftly took the chicken from his hand, cut it into sections, and put it into an earthenware pot to make soup. She sliced ​​the remaining chicken gizzards and lungs, smashed garlic cloves, and chopped chili peppers to make a stir-fry.

As soon as the seasonings were added, the whole house smelled delicious. Yunlu quickly flipped the vegetables, her movements fluid and graceful.

Qin Zheng didn't leave either; he stayed beside her, helping her stuff firewood in. His eyes hadn't left her since he came in, and he would occasionally stuff an egg roll into her mouth. Yun Luo's cheeks were bulging out, making her look very cute.

Zhou Rong watched the couple working together and sighed, "What a pity..."

She quietly left the kitchen, giving the two of them some space.

After stir-frying the vegetables, Yunluo also cooked a cabbage soup, and then everything was ready.

"Brother Qin, shall we give Aunt Zhang a bowl of chicken?" Yun Luo asked.

Qin Zheng thought so too. Aunt Zhang had helped him a lot, and he wanted to repay her. "I'll go."

Yunlu handed him a scoop of chicken. Their hands touched, and Yunlu quickly pulled back as if she had been electrocuted. Qin Zheng's face remained expressionless, but as he turned away, the curve of his lips softened involuntarily.

Yunlu didn't dare look at him. After he left, she went out of the kitchen to call for help, but saw her mother holding willow branches and weaving a basket.

"Mother, you can even make this up?" Yunluo's eyes lit up.

Zhou Rong smiled and said, "What's the big deal? Weaving baskets isn't worth much, and they're not easy to sell."

Yunlu didn't think so. She stared at it for a while, then went back to the kitchen to find some burnt charcoal and drew flower patterns on the ground. "Mother, take a look. Do you know how to weave these flower patterns?"

Zhou Rong looked at it for a while, then tried it with willow twigs and successfully wove it. Yun Luo was even happier, "Mother, you should wove twenty first, all of them with patterns. When we go to the market, I'll take them to sell for you, and we're sure you'll be able to sell them."

"Okay." Zhou Rong thought to herself, she had nothing better to do than use them herself even if she couldn't sell them. There were plenty of them on Willow Mountain, and it wouldn't cost any money.

Just then, Qin Zheng returned. Zhou Rong looked at his clothes, which were covered in patches, and said, "Xiao Zheng, go back to the room with Xiao Luo and let her take your measurements so that I can make you clothes later. I'll also take off your clothes and mend them for you. Xiao Luo is like his father; he doesn't know how to sew."

"Mother, I have enough clothes." Qin Zheng knew his mother-in-law's family situation and didn't want her to spend money.

Zhou Rong was genuinely grateful to Qin Zheng and wanted to treat him well. "Listen to me, take your measurements first. Xiao Luo, hurry up and go get them done. Come out and eat."

"it is good."

The couple went back inside. Yunluo found a rope, but when she was measuring it, she suddenly hesitated. She tilted her head and put the rope on the table. "Why don't you measure it yourself?"

Qin Zheng held the rope and tried to measure it for a long time, but he couldn't get it right. Either the arm part was too short, or the leg part wasn't long enough.

Are clothes made this way even wearable?

Yunlu couldn't bear to watch any longer, so she took the rope and went over to help him demonstrate.

"Are you sure you can do it?"

Yunlu looked up and saw her reflection in the man's dark, deep eyes. Her heart trembled slightly. He could lift a plow with one hand, but now he was having trouble even holding a rope.

Her face flushed slightly, and her voice was soft and sweet, like a sugar cake, "Don't move."

Qin Zheng beckoned, opened his arms, stood quietly, and stared straight at her.

Yunlu blushed to the roots of her neck. Brother Qin was a very easy person to win people's hearts. The more she thought Brother Qin was good, the more she felt sorry for him.

Such a good person, how could Xiao Ran and Xiao Yu Niang abandon him?

How are eyes shaped?

Thinking this, she blurted out, "Brother Qin, you're a good person. There's no need for you to punish yourself for the mistakes of others."

Qin Zheng frowned, as if he didn't understand what she was saying.

What did this girl misunderstand?

When did he ever punish himself for someone else's mistakes?

His suspicion deepened, but Yunluo misunderstood. This was a wound in Brother Qin's heart, and naturally he wouldn't tell her. She was at most an ordinary friend, or perhaps not even that.

Yunlu wished she could bite her tongue off. She wanted to laugh, but couldn't manage it. "It's measured."

"Hmm!" Qin Zheng stared at her intently, somewhat puzzled by the changing emotions on her face.

The two of them fussed around for a while before going out, where the food was already laid out.

"Sis, why is your face so red when you take my brother-in-law's measurements? Did you two have a fight in there?" Although Yun Shaojie was smart, he didn't know anything about those things between men and women.

Yun Luo's face burned even hotter. She secretly glanced at Qin Zheng and found him to be calm and composed, showing no sign of unease. She coughed lightly and said, "It's hot."

Qin Zheng heard her words but didn't look at her; he just kept picking food for her.

"Isn't it hot, sis..."

Zhou Rong stuffed a piece of chicken into his mouth, thinking to herself, "Little Jie is such a jerk. Try your sister's cooking, it's delicious."