Chapter 1095: Slurp, slurp, it's so spicy!

Sure enough, just past 7:30, the sound of a pickup truck came from the courtyard.

When the car stopped, I saw that the back of the truck was already piled with thick tree trunks and messy branches.

Along with them, in the corner, there were two large cloth bags of brown dry leaves and pine needles.

"There were few people going up the mountain, and when I saw the leaves were so thick, and Tan Tan had two bags padded in the car, I just packed two sacks back to start the fire."

This kind of thing is indispensable for the firewood stove at home, but before unloading the car, Song Sancheng sniffed:

"Oh my! That chili oil! It's flavorful... But I have to eat less, the chili is too spicy, and my hemorrhoids are acting up a bit..."

It's cold recently, so Seventh Uncle likes to use dried chili shells like the millet chili and facing-heaven chili from the summer. The spiciness of that thing...

It feels like only the Xijiang side, which doesn't show its mountains or water, can accept it.

But Song Sancheng is both bad at eating and loves to eat. He hasn't eaten it for two meals and his hemorrhoids are vaguely acting up. Now that he smells the scent, he is instantly drooling again.

He, who eats good things every day, has this reaction, not to mention the five strong young men who were already hungry.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss, so spicy, so satisfying... Besides, look at how Qin Yun sent things to Chuan'er's place for a whole year after being saved, giving all the good things. I figure that even if they break up, it's generous..."

"Slurp... slurp... oh my, that spicy... I think it's quite a good match. Wei Shu has money and looks, and can lift a pig, so raising Chuan'er is quite good... he is too delicate..."

Everyone in the kitchen holding bowls and queuing up to add seasonings according to their preferences:...

Song Sancheng didn't take it to heart. When Zhang Yanping and the others slept in during the summer, it was common to dawdle until after 8 o'clock. Not to mention now at 7:30, the sun had just risen.

He lowered his voice: "Just for a while, look at those young men who have already eaten their second bowl. If they eat another seven bowls in a while, I'm afraid the rice noodles made in the morning won't be enough."

Such diligent and willing young men, who has the heart to let them go hungry?

"His work hasn't started yet... his friends will climb out of bed at 8 o'clock at the earliest."

"Right, his character is still okay, let's just date first... I won't put chili in that bowl in a while."

The two of them went upstairs worriedly, until a particularly domineering, choking scent of chili drifted into the courtyard. I saw Wu Lan holding a small sea bowl, looking at the two of them with a smile:

Good heavens! The rice noodles are slippery, the chili is particularly stimulating, and the two of them instantly drooled, finally holding their bowls and squatting in the corridor without any image, muttering:

"Actually, it's not necessarily that you are taking advantage of Chuan'er, this matter is still the girl who suffers, we can't be too protective... hiss ha hiss ha... I have to drink some soy milk!"

The two of them chatted and chatted, their voices gradually getting louder. Unknowingly, the old Song family surrounded them, and even Lu Jing stood by, her expression gradually becoming awkward.

Song Sancheng nodded, and at this moment waved his hand: "If you're hungry, hurry up and serve the rice. Our family doesn't have so many rules for breakfast; if you want to eat, do it yourself."

Well, in the morning light, he looked even better in his simple white sweater, no wonder everyone was stunned.

"I also have this feeling, is he looking at you because you look good, seeing color and arising intent, playing with my feelings?"

But this thought was only for a moment, and soon he drilled out of the kitchen, hurriedly urging Qin Yun:

Qin Yun was holding chopsticks and putting the red chili fragments, crispy sesame seeds, green cilantro, green onions, and milky garlic... into his mouth, stirring them evenly, and then sending a chopstick full into his mouth:

Looking at Seventh Uncle's thoughtful gaze again, everyone cleared their throats: "Hmm, cough..."

Song Tan and He Kuang woke up early in the morning for the first time. The two didn't even know what time they fell asleep last night, only knowing that the update had opened a skylight, but the sleep quality was terrible.

Originally, the youth consumption was huge. At this moment, they didn't care to go to the bathroom to wash their hands with hot water, directly twisting the open-air faucet and washing them with a splash.

Fine, she went upstairs and knocked on the third-floor door: "Breakfast time!"

"Didn't you eat a bowl last night and didn't have enough? There's still some this morning."

"Who is that? Dalu? And his friends?"

Until Qin Yun brought Lu Chuan downstairs, standing on the stairs and looking down, she saw everyone surrounding Song Tan and He Kuang as the center of a semicircle, looking up in unison!

By the way, ask one more question: "Qin Yun, you and Lu Chuan, how did you two end up dating?"

The five young men heard this, and they were so impatient that they rushed into the kitchen in two or three steps, making Song Sancheng tsk:

The two brothers in trouble opened the document, only to see a pile of messy words inside, which had nothing to do with the update content.

Qin Yun thought for a while: "I think he likes me a bit, I think he looks good, and Auntie said we are very compatible, so I asked him if it's okay."

Looking at Song Tan and He Kuang who were burying their heads in eating without any reaction, he hesitated:

"Uncle, will you chop firewood in the courtyard later?"

Only Lu Chuan couldn't help but touch his nose, always feeling something was wrong.

"I... am I late?"

Turning his head, his slightly dark face also gave a full-spirited smile:

Just say it! Just say it!

Not to mention that Old Man Zhu and the others were already holding small sea bowls, looking for a place in the courtyard to eat with a slurping sound.

She said, turning to go downstairs to knock on Lu Chuan's door.

"Hurry up, call Dalu down to eat first!"

"Oh my! Look at that movement, it's almost the same as that special forces soldier on TV! It's good for young people to exercise more."

She was a bit confused for a moment, subconsciously turning her head to look up at Lu Chuan...

"Slurp... too spicy... I also think so, our Chuan'er looks good, we can't say people's feelings are fake just because of his advantages."

Everyone:...

Turning around, the two brothers were melancholy on the balcony for a long time: "How come... Qin Yun doesn't seem to like Chuan'er very much?"

Trying to say something to divert attention, but saw Seventh Uncle instantly tighten his face: "Young men, don't be cocky just because you're praised! Don't cough, this is food."

"No... why is it so health-preserving in the countryside?" The only memory in his mind was a few blurred memories of falling on the bed after going to the toilet, as for what he wrote last night...

Qin Yun:...

"Actually, feelings are developed through getting along... Slurp! It's delicious!"

Over there, Song Sancheng counted the people in the courtyard again, and turned to ask Qin Yun who had just come out of the kitchen holding a bowl:

Everyone:...

Fortunately, a mature author must learn to be a rolling knife meat. Since the skylight is already open, it's better to go eat a health-preserving breakfast...