Chapter 1258: Lemon

Lu Chuan's romantic opening came to an abrupt end. Seeing Song Tan holding back laughter on the side, he was also a bit embarrassed.

Finally, Song Tan saved him: "I don't really like mugwort, I like the lemon flower fragrance on you last year."

Lu Chuan hadn't reacted yet, and saw everyone busy in the whole yard cast their eyes over.

A moment later, even though he hadn't done anything, he couldn't help but blush, and then explained: "That is also a customized pure floral note—the base note is Milan, and it will only become lemon flower after a period of time. But the floral fragrance restoration is very high..."

He didn't finish explaining, because Zhang Zhang Yanping had already curiously poked his head over:

"How long is a period of time?"

Lu Chuan realized it later and couldn't help but shut his mouth.

But he shut his mouth, and Wu Lan and Aunt Lianhua in the yard looked at each other, but there was deep meaning in their eyes. Then they smiled and said:

"Oh, we old guys can't manage young people's love affairs, just talk, any fragrance is fine—Xiao Lu, if you like that lemon thing, plant it in the yard!"

A daughter who doesn't stay in the house!

He volunteered and took a fancy to the stone mortar in the corner of the yard.

"Hey ha!"

"..."

"White mugwort tastes heavy, stick mugwort cakes at noon, use some pork lard residue and vermicelli—add chili?"

Not successful.

Although the efficiency of grinding is low, anyway, this thing is eaten at night, and it's not urgent to work for an afternoon.

Grandpa Qi hesitated for a moment: "I don't know why, but I feel like you have strength when I look at you."

Lu Chuan looked down at his T-shirt: "That's fine, this is pure cotton." It's just that the process is more, the price is expensive, and the softness is more.

Then the black body rushed down, pushed Lu Chuan away with his backhand, and pressed the stone mortar with a pair of iron palms, trying to turn the water inside.

I know, Lu Chuan is a standard pea princess, not to mention that clothes must be worn in this kind of particularly silky and soft way, even the smooth cloth on the pestle, if he holds it and uses force for a while, his palms will be worn out.

Just talking, Lu Chuan had already rolled up his sleeves: "How to do it? I'll do it."

Ran Rong sighed, thinking it's good that the family is rich, and we don't need to go farming.

Cough, it's good for children to know how to plant flowers.

He had just finished speaking when Grandpa Qi came out with a basin of filling:

Lu Chuan's face faded from red, and his emotions returned: "Planted, specifically picked two lemons, one is a large-fruited perfume lemon, the floral fragrance is particularly good, and the fruit is the size of a fist, and it is golden yellow."

Green pepper beef sauce, tomato sauce, soybean paste, chili sauce, and even fermented bean curd are all fine.

Everyone's eyes were indescribable.

"And a big fragrant lemon, the fruit is as small as a big kumquat, and it's very good to crush it in summer and make lemon tea."

And at this moment, Zhang Zhang Yanping, who was lying on the third floor, received everyone's eyes: "..."

It doesn't matter if you plant another lemon.

But I talked about a Lu Chuan, who loves flowers and grass, and hasn't let me plant vegetables since winter...

Plus, this child has better aesthetics than me, the flower beds are arranged densely and sparsely, and villagers passing by have to praise them a few times, Song Tan herself has trembled a few times...

I roared angrily: "Whether it's mugwort cakes or mugwort cakes, I want to eat ten!"

But—

And Lu Chuan, that spoiled...

But at this moment, the lemon hasn't budded yet, but the cherry blossoms are about to wither.

But in fact, who in the family doesn't know, Zhang Zhang Yanping doesn't do any physical work at all, let him grind, he hums for a long time.

But isn't the vegetable garden like that?

Grandpa Qi also planned this way, and then asked: "How do you want to eat mugwort buds? Make green dumplings or stick cakes?"

This time everyone's reaction was the same—

"Zhang Zhang Yanping, come down and give me a hand—mash those white mugwort and mugwort buds."

Just, I don't know which one to evaluate—anyway, Zhang Zhang Yanping, you have been in the countryside for a whole year! You don't do any physical work, you are so strong and have so much strength!

"Green dumplings have to use glutinous rice flour, which is not easy to digest."

Grandpa Qi pondered for a moment: "Since you can grind, you should have no problem mashing white mugwort, right?"

That's thanks to Dr. Xiao Guo not being here, otherwise how could she look up to him!

Zhang Zhang Yanping pointed to himself, unbelievable: "Me?"

"Physical strength will also be tired, I'll come." Lu Chuan had already rolled up his sleeves, pushed the stone mortar to the side, and then turned on the faucet to wash it.

When he stood up and let go, his palms were already flushed red.

And he grabbed the stone mortar and shook it, and when the residual water at the bottom also shook, he turned on the faucet to rinse again.

Everyone:...

"No add!" Ran Rong shook his head: "If you want to eat spicy, add sauce yourself. We have a lot of sauce at home."

"Can't mash it at all!" Zhang Zhang Yanping said aggrievedly: "Grandpa Qi, don't look down on me like this! I also have a salary!"

Lu Chuan had already walked to his side, then easily grabbed his wrist and pushed him to the side, then pressed his palm on the edge of the stone mortar and exerted a little force, and the stone mortar full of water tilted along with the arc of the yard, and the water flowed out.

If you let that child mash those baskets of grass leaves, we will really be eating with blood and tears later.

"I feel like mugwort cakes are more delicious than mugwort..."

But Grandpa Qi hesitated: "Forget it? Your clothes are expensive, and if the juice splashes on them later..."

"Forget it, forget it." Song Tan also persuaded: "Xiao Lu, I know you are diligent, come and help pick vegetables, this rough work is not suitable for you."

He pointed to the yard outside: "Planted in the flower bed, next to the cherry tree."

"How about I come."

He took a deep breath, and the solemnity of the overlord lifting the tripod was nothing more than this, and then exerted force again—

"What filling should I wrap in green dumplings? I saw people wrapping meat floss and so on online, we don't like that taste here."

"How about making mugwort cakes? I feel this is delicious. Oily, fried until the surface is crispy, and soft and sticky inside..."

Everyone talked at once, each with their own preferences, and Grandpa Qi's importance as a chef was reflected, and his expression was beautiful: "Don't worry, you can eat it all!"

"Stick cakes!"

Ran Rong made a decisive decision: "Let Tan Tan do it, she has strength."

And then waved his hand and summoned again:

Of course, now that various flowers have been planted for almost half a month, under the condition that Song Tan intentionally draws more spiritual energy, the new leaves and new flower buds are simply impatient.

He was still lying on the third-floor terrace, and there were so many people downstairs: "Why is it not me?"

"emmm..."

Her original small green onions, garlic sprouts, and coriander at the door were good, isn't it because she ate them while inserting garlic and onion heads, and they grew a bit unevenly—

Now that she didn't say the soft princess constitution, it was already giving Wu Lan's object a bit of face. ===== CHAPTER 1259 =====