Chapter 1319: Rain Falls in a Flurry, the Old Hometown Deep with Grass and Trees. [4th Update]

Hearing what Reba said.

Qin Feng was completely awkward.

It's hard to imagine what kind of thought process this woman had to associate the Buyi ethnic group's bamboo skewer incense.

With the Uyghur ethnic group's willow-wood lamb skewers~

Totally upside-down~

Maybe the foodie soul within her has awakened.

What made Qin Feng lose his composure the most was.

Grandpa Mo, at this moment, actually smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Young man, it's not easy," Grandpa Mo said kindly.

This one sentence.

Left both Qin Feng and Reba.

As well as the million silly netizens in the live stream.

Completely confused!

Thinking about it again.

Everyone seemed to understand the meaning of those words.

Pfft....

Qin Feng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Reba's eyebrows furrowed slightly, not knowing what had happened.

The silly netizens in the live stream had already burst into laughter~

--【Wait, what exactly does Grandpa Mo's sentence mean? Is there any big shot who can explain it?】

--【Grandpa's meaning is simple: Brother Feng marrying such a brainless wife and still sticking by her is truly not easy.】

--【Pfft!! Buddy, that explanation really caught me off guard.】

--【Why is it a bit cute?】

--【To be honest, the finished bamboo skewer incense does indeed look like a meat skewer!】

--【I praise Reba's associative ability; the more I look, the more it resembles one, I'm directly hungry now QAQ!】

Just as the silly netizens in the live stream said.

The finished bamboo skewer incense is about eighty to ninety centimeters in length.

There are also shorter ones, short incense sticks.

Perhaps because additives like 'Chicken Blood Vine' and other red plant herbs were added, the incense mud wrapped around the bamboo skewers.

Indeed looks like it wants to be a meat skewer~

Reba also seemed to have figured it out.

She puffed her cheeks and stared at Qin Feng, then muttered softly: "I was just hungry and wanted to eat grilled skewers; what fault is there in that?" "That's right, that's right, it really does look like it," Qin Feng said, holding back his laughter.

From Grandpa Mo's expression, it was not hard to see.

He was truly worried Qin Feng would suffer internal injuries from holding it in.

Living together with such a clown of a wife.

Although she is a bit brainless and careless.

She is at least interesting.

Just as Qin Feng had guessed before.

Grandpa Mo Wang's home had only the old man himself.

This inevitably made Qin Feng feel a bit sad.

Fortunately, in the photo album in the main hall.

Qin Feng and Reba saw a group photo of Grandpa Mo and a little boy.

There were many yellowed group photos.

Recording the little boy's growth from childhood.

Grandpa Mo said somewhat proudly: "An adopted grandson, now studying at the National University of Defense Technology, very promising." From Grandpa Mo's words, it was not hard to hear.

That the old man probably never married.

As for the reason why.

Neither Qin Feng nor Reba asked.

Nor did they want to ask.

After a period of understanding.

The young couple learned that the reason Grandpa's courtyard was small was because the dilapidated old house next door had never been torn down due to reluctance. At dusk.

A drizzling light rain started falling again.

Through the gaps in the fence railing.

Reba called Qin Feng over.

The couple looked through the gaps.

And saw the weather-beaten old house next door.

For some reason.

This scene.

Made only one line of poetry appear in Qin Feng's mind:

"The rain falls in a flurry, the old hometown is deep with grass and trees."