After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

"There's too much water! You're going to make a mush, this is—" Ye Shuhua hated that iron can't be made into steel, so she immediately blocked it with her hands, and poured another half bowl of flour into it before letting go. "Just this amount is fine, remember to take a small amount and use it many times!"

"Okay." Han Song's voice was a little tired, and he didn't dare to stop his movements.

The flour and water in the basin are mixed together and stirred continuously to form lumps.Han Song followed Ye Shuhua's instructions and operated carefully.I have never been so serious about hunting in the mountains.

Seeing that his technique was getting more proficient, Ye Shuhua relaxed a little, looked at her serious son and said, "Why are you thinking about making noodles now? Do you want to show your skills in Chuan Lin Shengchen?"

"Mother—" Han Song shyly said: "Don't make fun of me, as long as my craft can be imported, I am satisfied, and I can't show it to shame."

"Mother is not teaching you, it's still half a month old, I'm afraid you won't be able to learn it."

Han Song: "Thank you for your hard work."

After speaking, he lowered his head and immersed himself in the dough, thinking how many days he would have to eat noodles before he could fully master it.

"You went back to the pharmaceutical village to pick up things and didn't bring Chuanlin back along the way. Next time he has to come back by himself. How hard it is." Ye Shuhua complained: "I've been gone for a few days, and I still have to wait for him for a few more days." sky?"

"There are a lot of things to do now, and he doesn't know when he will go home, so don't let me wait." Han Song lowered his head and said in a deep voice.

"He told you to come back and you come back, why didn't you listen to me like this!"

Ye Shuhua didn't forget about the dough in her son's education, and she taught him how to stretch the dough while scolding her.

"Strength should be controlled properly, don't use too much force, should be even..."

Before Ye Shuhua could finish her sentence, the noodles fell on the chopping board for the third time. The noodles of different sizes were arranged in a disorderly manner. The more she looked, the more she looked like her son who was in a hurry, and they were all flat.

She pursed her lips and thought about it, forget it, it's better not to ask too much, cooking skills can't be forced.As long as Chuanlin doesn't mind.

Stretched noodles can't be cut with a knife, but Han Song has done a good job in this job, the thickness is almost the same.

Originally, I only made half a pot, but I added more and more noodles all the way, and finally made two big bowls of noodles.

Han Song felt guilty and didn't dare to speak. He sat in front of the stove and silently lit the fire, his eyes fixed on Ye Shuhua's movements, not daring to miss anything.

Ye Shuhua didn't stop talking, and she kept talking while working.

"You said you, agreed to go for three or four days and come back, but ended up going for the first day, that's fine, you haven't brought me back yet, what's the matter!"

Han Song: "..." The matter of Ganqing is not over yet.

She said that there was no response for a long time, and Ye Shuhua's heart tightened: "Are you hiding something from me?"

"No." Han Song stuffed another piece of firewood into the stove, "How dare I, what are you thinking, how can you hide so many things. It was Uncle Fu who had a back disease, so I brought him some God."

"That's it—it's hard for Director Fu to remember you." Ye Shuhua smiled happily.

She guessed that the kid Chuan Lin must have put his heart into it and had spoken a lot of good things about Han Song. Otherwise, after more than half a year, why would Director Fu still value him so much.

"Are you good at frying eggs? You won't learn quickly, so add an egg when you order longevity noodles tomorrow." After she finished speaking, she hastily added: "Add two more!" So hard.

"Okay." Han Song nodded. He decided to add an extra fried egg for breakfast from tomorrow. It will be perfect if you practice hard.

After a lot of tossing, two bowls of noodles, one big and one small, were finally brought to the table.

Ye Shuhua picked up a chopstick and savored it carefully: "The noodles are too poorly kneaded, not strong and tasteless, practice again tomorrow!"

The mother-in-law commented without giving any kindness.

She took another sip of soup.

The soup boiled was the pheasant that Han Song hunted on the mountain yesterday. He divided it into two, sent half to Dong’s house, and used the other half to make soup.

"The soup is salty, please put less salt next time."

After finishing speaking, Han Song also took a sip. It was neither salty nor weak and had a strong fragrance.

He looked up at Ye Shuhua, the silver hair around his ears shone under the dim light of the butter lamp, so dazzling that people almost forgot that silver hair represented aging and weakness.

It was salty, but Ye Shuhua still couldn't help drinking several sips.After drinking too much traditional Chinese medicine, she urgently needs other flavors to cover up the bitterness.

Or if she drank too fast, she quickly put down the bowl and bent over to cough a few times. Han Song hastily stood up and stroked her back. When she looked up again, her eyes were moist and her nose was red.

She held Han Song's hand instead, and rubbed her fingertips: "Mother used to always think about what would happen to you if Mother went away..."

"Mother—" Han Song interrupted, unable to listen to the sensational words.

Ye Shuhua ignored it, wiped the corners of her eyes and continued: "Now I'm not afraid, my son can do it, he can hunt and farm without starvation, and now he knows how to make longevity noodles to spread the word to Lin Xing, so he has something to look forward to in his life."

Han Song stared at her blankly, as if she had been acupunctured, unable to move or speak, only the eyelashes trembled from time to time, and kept shaking.

There were a few more teardrops at the corner of her eyes, Ye Shuhua immediately wiped them away with her head down, and raised a smile: "When you get old, you talk too much, Song'er is tired of listening to it, right?"

Han Song shook his head: "I love to hear what mother says."

"Okay, let's go eat noodles, it will be lumpy later." She sniffed, pushed the person away, and let the tears dry on her cheeks.

……

Or Dong Chuanlin was too guilty for making Han Song wait too long last time, but this time he actually arrived home before the appointed time.

But any earlier would be later than the time Liu Yue had set for him, and there were only five days left before his birthday.

Liu Yue was full of complaints, Han Song was full of worries and had no time to tell, everyone was busy preparing for the banquet in a few days.

Ye Shuhua is weak and unable to do many things, and Han Song doesn't want her to work hard, so he does most things well without saying a word.

Proposing marriage at home is a big deal, Han Song dare not fool around casually, he does everything by himself, and if there is any uncertainty, he has to get confirmation in front of Ye Shuhua before he dares to do it.

All day long, from morning till night.

Dong Chuanlin ran to see him cheerfully, but before he could say a few words, he hurried away again.Back home, everyone was busy with their own things. He wanted to help, but he was told to rest well.

All the enthusiasm was poured with cold water by everyone.

It wasn't until the day of his birthday that he felt the feeling of being valued. The fiery gazes of the guests and blessings like snowflakes fell on him one after another.

It also fell on Han Song who just stepped into the door, wearing a new purple dress and holding a wild goose.

After a round of toasting, Dong Chuanlin took advantage of his free time to whisper to Han Song.

He held his shirt with his fingers, curled his lips and said, "Why are you dressed like this? People who don't know think you're getting married today."

Before Han Song had time to reply, he started again: "And what's the matter with you mentioning two wild geese, let them stay and fly together? Didn't you say that everything should be kept simple, and you're still doing such nonsense. You don’t have time to talk to me, and you still have the mood to hunt wild geese——I didn’t understand what’s important, so I thought about proposing marriage, and I should let my parents think about it just now.”

The people around him didn't move for a long time, Dong Chuanlin kicked his shoe toe: "Stupid? Do you understand, make a sound."

Han Song laughed lightly.

Dong Chuanlin became even more angry, just as his eyes swept over, a warm kiss landed on his forehead.

"I'm just happy, and I'll listen to you from now on."

The resentment in his stomach, which was not even a little bit strong, was completely dissipated. Dong Chuanlin suppressed his emotions and didn't want him to be too proud, but the corners of his mouth still turned up disobediently.

At first Dong Chuanlin was still hiding it, but later Han Song went to work, and he was happy in the open.

Who knew that the corners of his mouth were too high and presumptuous, Dong Guangcheng couldn't stand it anymore, and glared at Han Song several times with a stern face. The future father-in-law is full of airs, and he doesn't show any affection.

Full of wine and food, Dong Chuanlin sneaked to Han's house while his parents were not paying attention.

Aunt Han had a busy day and was resting in her room. In order not to disturb her, the two quietly hid in the room.

Just as Han Song sat down on the edge of the bed, Dong Chuanlin unceremoniously stretched his legs and sat on his lap, without even thinking about it.

"Today my father really didn't give face, he put on a straight face as if we owe him 500 taels of silver."

Han Song contended for words: "It's not us, it's me, and it has nothing to do with you."

"That's right." Dong Chuanlin laughed for a while, lying on his neck and blowing into his ears: "The cabbage that has been raised for 18 years is kicked by a pig, can you not be angry?" He cupped his face: "I really envy you , Arched such a good cabbage."

After finishing speaking, he himself couldn't help laughing, laughing so much that his waist arched into a bridge, and his back protruded section by section.

Han Song was dazed, and raised his hand to touch it. Just as his fingertips touched the person in his arms, he trembled. He curled his lips and said softly, "Congratulations, too, for finding such a good cabbage pit."

"Hee hee ha ha ha..."

The two laughed in unison, and Dong Chuanlin rubbed his forehead against his neck: "A good cabbage goes well with pits, then we are a perfect match."

After being quiet for a while, Dong Chuanlin's lips moved: "Brother Song."

"Hmm." Han Song's voice was very soft, as if falling into a sweet dream.

"Brother Song, Brother Song." Dong Chuanlin shouted again and again, "Do you think we have a certificate to work?"

Han Song flicked his forehead: "What are you thinking, who will issue your certificate here."

"That's right, there is no such thing as a marriage certificate here." Dong Chuanlin leaned back on his neck again, and suddenly raised his head again: "We can send each other! I will get a piece of wood tomorrow, and I will pick up my woodworking skills and carve it for you." A plaque, engrave both our names and birthdays on it!"

"As for you—" he rolled his eyes twice: "Just go get a bamboo, and use the bamboo to carve me a miniature version. Then we will exchange each other! Do you think it's okay?"

"Okay," Han Song obeyed in the first half of the sentence, and the second half hit his heart: "As long as you don't forget the carpentry skills."

Dong Chuanlin raised his head proudly: "Hmph, I must not have forgotten."

After being sticky for a while, Han Song urged him to go home.The cabbage hasn't completely moved its nest yet, so it can't occupy the pit for too long.

"I don't!" Dong Chuanlin deliberately contradicted him: "I'm too tired and hard today, I want to rest for a while, so I can lie comfortably on my stomach." After speaking, he hugged him even tighter.

As soon as he said he didn't want to leave, Han Song felt even more reluctant, and raised his hand to rub his head, as if smoothing the fur of a puppy.

"I'll move to live with you when I go back." Dong Chuanlin's voice was muffled when he was lying on his stomach.

"Don't go, that house hasn't been lived in for a long time, it's very dusty."

"It's enough to clean it up. You can't waste the bed ordered by shopkeeper Yin." Dong Chuanlin reasoned a lot, picking one by one: "Besides, I will live there first, and it will be much more convenient and trouble-free when you come back next time."

"Then... that's fine," Han Song thought a little loosely. It would be much more convenient if someone lived in the house. "Then ask Suiyang to help, don't get tired."

Dong Chuanlin raised his head and said seriously: "I have the most important thing about moving—"

The long and long ending successfully stunned Han Song, and he asked cooperatively, "What?"

Dong Chuanlin glared at him angrily at the stupid and dumb answer, "If I don't move, I will share a room with Sui Yang."

Han Song nodded, that's right, I've lived here for more than two years, and it's always been like this.

Dong Chuanlin pouted angrily: "Lonely and widowed! Are you not worried at all?!"

Han Song couldn't help laughing, and the worst thing was that he laughed out loud.

"Laughing fart, shut up!"

"Okay, okay, stop laughing." Han Song forced the corners of his mouth down, cleared his throat, and said, "I'm worried. But don't you feel deserted when you go to my room alone? Why don't you share a room with Suiyang and get used to it Both. As for Suiyang, if he has crooked thoughts, he probably won't be able to wait until now...you can relax."

"What I want is to be deserted." Dong Chuanlin raised his chin, "I just want you to think about me being alone, I want you to think about me day and night, and I want you to think about me...uh..."

A sudden kiss swallowed the rest of his words. He was caught off guard but accepted it instantly. He opened his mouth slightly and let his lips and tongue be entwined.

He no longer has the energy to speak, he just wants to be soft and ravishing.

The moonlight outside the window is like water, and the enthusiasm inside the house is like fire, which makes people yearn for it.

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Friends who only eat sweet texts can stop here, because the following plot is a bit cruel, but the ending is guaranteed to be he, and those who don’t eat cruel can wait until the end to watch the sweet finale.

There are about three or four... five days to finish.

(Actually, this chapter is also very suitable for the finale, right~(￣▽￣～)~)