Chapter 1091: Rice noodles tomorrow

Song Tan rested her chin on Lu Chuan's shoulder and thought seriously: "Indeed."

It's truly wonderful! The nodes of two lifetimes, yet they have different changes starting from him! And what's even lower in probability than this is that Lu Chuan happens to possess top-tier looks.

"Fate is truly wonderful!" Song Tan also sighed and repeated.

Afterwards, she hugged Lu Chuan's waist and turned her head on his shoulder, seeing several crisscrossing scars behind his fair ear.

She leaned over and kissed that spot lightly, her tongue tip exploring the newly grown soft flesh, moving slightly. Lu Chuan only felt a micro-current seemingly traveling straight down his spine to the top of his head, trembling all over in an instant.

Then he subconsciously moved his body slightly, but felt the arm hugging his waist like an iron hoop, leaving him unable to move at all.

The next moment, he heard Song Tan's stifled laughter, her hot breath rushing onto his shoulder through the thin, breathable clothes, making him feel his shoulder was also burning hot and impossible to ignore.

"Hahaha, boyfriend, you are so sensitive... what should we do? Will you be unable to bear it when applying ointment to the scars in the future?"

Rarely, Lu Chuan felt a bit ashamed and annoyed, his cheeks and ears turning slightly red: "Of course I won't be when applying ointment normally..."

"Hmm?"

Seventh Uncle glanced at you: "The sound of that thing is loud enough to wake the pigs on the back mountain. You just try it and compare the taste... What were you doing just now? You didn't hear a thing?"

"I'll make both rice noodles and rice flour tomorrow afternoon. I'm going to assign homework this time! I must teach them to produce results!"

It was said to be just one pig-slaughtering feast, but they dawdled and wandered around that area every day, guarding until mealtime before sadly returning...

"Those young men are more diligent and willing to work than your boyfriend. It just so happens that tomorrow I'll call them to help your dad put down a few trees on the mountain and chop some firewood for us."

After all, although he had great strength, any slightly rough material would make him uncomfortable. For example, lifting heavy objects; he could lift them, but he needed to endure the pain of grinding his hands.

Lu Chuan didn't speak, just his face and neck were burning hot. Song Tan could only stifle her laughter, finally hugging him and trembling with her head on his shoulder.

The house isn't that soundproof, right?

Once Song Tan let go, she pushed and shoved until the door was closed.

"Don't..."

When Song Tan went downstairs, Qiaoqiao was pushing the family's small stone mill, with white rice milk gurgling underneath, making Song Tan laugh: "Why not use a food processor?"

He breathed slowly and calmly: It will be better in the future.

"Hmm." Seventh Uncle nodded: "Make some for tomorrow morning first, and Qiaoqiao said he'll livestream tomorrow afternoon. It's hard for children to see clearly if taught in the evening."

The whole family chattered, and finally looked at the weather forecast, discovering that there would be heavy snow next week, which made them satisfied.

He held a water hose and rinsed the stone mill, speaking with great determination.

"Why is it still not snowing? If it doesn't snow again, the barley won't grow well."

Until someone downstairs was calling her: "Tan Tan, Tan Tan! The soybeans are ready, come and eat!"

Song Tan:... Cough.

Lu Chuan hurriedly pushed her: "You go eat, I won't eat for now, I'll deal with some work first."

Song Tan decisively changed the subject: "What are you going to make? Rice paste?"

This pot has to be carried by herself!

In terms of intimate contact, he wasn't as bold as Song Tan in the short term. But...

Wu Lan was shaking the rice milk in the plate to wait for steaming, and at this moment laughed: "Is it just for that little bit of vinegar to wrap dumplings?"

Song Tan looked up at him in surprise: "I didn't say anything about applying it normally? Where did your thoughts go?"

But all of this was done without the other party knowing. Song Tan was naturally a bit guilty sighing at this moment.

Why?

He picked up a crispy fried soybean and put it in his mouth; it was crispy, crunchy, and delicious. Even an eighty-year-old man could chew it; it was truly fragrant!

"You are really sensitive..."

The Pea Princess is truly the Pea Princess. Even if she is with herself in the future, I'm afraid no one will be able to withstand that kind of delicate feeling.

I won't take this, just thinking about Secretary Zhu running the power reform next year, she asked Seventh Uncle again:

Seventh Uncle snorted. He was also quite old, but he really couldn't refuse this.

Song Tan looked down at the plates of rice milk:

However, as soon as this thought turned, she felt a damp heat on her earlobe, being bitten and held, gently, and she could feel teeth grinding slightly—

"That's right, Tan Tan said this year she used some biological technology and didn't see any insects, it was quite good. But it never snows; what if the insects don't freeze to death next year and develop resistance?"

It can only be said that there are gains and losses.

"Look, our soybeans are fried well; if we don't pair them with rice noodles, what a waste!"

This appearance was very much like when she was a child during the busy farming season, holding a rice bowl at 1:30 every day, squatting in front of the TV waiting for the weather forecast.

He said in a low voice, his head tilted slightly to one side, but the hands holding Song Tan's waist used force subconsciously, and then there was the suddenly cool earlobe, and Lu Chuan looking at her with some sighs:

"Okay!" In terms of eating, Song Tan never refused Seventh Uncle's arrangements, and at this moment she thought and pondered again:

Seventh Uncle also laughed: "Haven't eaten it for many years, eat something fresh!"

Qin Yun and He Kuang, who were holding bowls and shrinking at the stairs trying to gossip:...

But Lu Chuan didn't know; he just felt a bit unable to lift his head. After all, he hadn't been in contact with anyone like this before, nor had he thought his sensitivity could be applied to this.

No, isn't this scene gender-swapped? Why does it feel a bit wrong?

"Are we only making these tonight?"

This kind of contradiction is fresh for a while, but after a long time, I'm afraid it will become a burden.

Lu Chuan closed his mouth.

Speaking of snow, everyone became worried: "It's too cold at night these few days. If it doesn't snow again, the rush roots in your grandfather's fields won't be covered, I'm afraid they'll freeze."

It can be seen that nothing can be done in daily life...

Although the progress is a bit fast, this kind of contact is actually nothing for a couple. He can't handle it now...

After saying that, he couldn't help but imagine: "If there weren't enough sweet potatoes to eat, we could have made some sweet potato flour... By the way, when the wheat is ripe next year, sesame leaf noodles, beef noodles, and rolled noodles, steamed noodles, etc., we must eat more!"

Oh my, they are all so old, it's unbearable to watch.

Seventh Uncle snorted twice. He was a person who had been through it and didn't expose her: "There's no farm work recently, why eat so full every day? I was just thinking about grinding some rice flour and rice noodles, stir-fry rice noodles tomorrow morning, and boil rice noodles at noon."

"After these are done, the seasoning isn't very laborious. Since there will be so much tomorrow, why not send some to Secretary Zhu's family?"

Of course, spiritual energy for someone with high affinity like him doesn't only have benefits. His physical fitness, recovery, endurance, etc., will all be much better. ===== CHAPTER 1092 =====