Chapter 6: invite

On the way back, with heavy things on his back, Zhong Ziqi walked hard. After all, he was a little brother in his original body, he hadn't done any heavy work, and his strength was really small and pitiful. Zhao Zhengan was very relaxed. He refused to take off his back basket several times. He knew that Zhao Zhengan's back basket was not light enough. Most of the sunken objects were there.

At this moment, a carriage came from behind. There were several aunts in their forties and fifty years in the carriage. The coachman was an honest man in his fifties. Most people in the village called him Uncle Zhao. I bought a horse-drawn carriage with my spare money. Usually, when we go to the town, we would like to ride in his carriage and give me a couple of dollars for the carriage.

The carriage stopped next to Zhong Ziqi, and Zhao Ershu muttered, "Brother Qi, come up, go back in the car."

"That's right, Qi Ge'er carries such a weird thing on his back, come up soon!" The enthusiastic Ah Ma said in the same way.

Zhong Ziqi really couldn't walk anymore. Feeling that he couldn't make it with the two pennies, she pulled Zhao Zhengan into the car and said, "Thank you, Uncle Zhao."

"What did Brother Qi buy? So many things?" someone asked.

Zhong Ziqi smiled and said, "Isn't this the division? There is nothing to eat at home, so I hurried to buy some back."

"Oh, it costs a lot of money to buy so many things, right? When Wang Cuihua was separated, he did not give you less, right?" Someone who had a bad relationship with Wang Cuihua caught the opportunity and asked deliberately. In fact, everyone was in the heart. According to Wang Cuihua's temperament, how much can he give?

"It's not much, it's always money."

"It's always consistent? This Wang Cuihua is too much, even if it's not a fool or his son, he can't do this? How can you live with a fool, really..." the man said with a face of righteous indignation, and There were also some people who followed and followed the twitter.

If it wasn't for the gloat in his eyes that was too obvious, Zhong Ziqi might still believe it. He smiled on his face and got bored in his heart. Is it interesting for these people to be a fool? They are happy when they see other people having a bad time, right?

Looking at Zhao Zhengan, who was quietly lowering her head, Zhong Ziqi felt uncomfortable. Reaching out to hold his clenched hand, Zhao Zhengan immediately raised his head and smirked at him.

At the end of the village, Zhong Ziqi pulled Zhao Zhengan out of the car, and unsurprisingly accepted all the pitying eyes. Originally, Zhao Ershu didn’t plan to collect money from him, because when Zhong Zhenhang reborn, there was some friendship between them, and it’s strange to look at Zhong Ziqi. pitiful. However, none of these Zhong Ziqi knew, and forced Zhao Ershu two pennies. He didn't want to owe favors if they were not familiar with each other.

It was too early when I returned home. In order to save a few dollars, Zhong Ziqi didn't eat in the town. He walked into the hall, put down the basket, took out the contents and directed Zhao Zhengan to put it away.

Because it was late, Zhong Ziqi was hungry and tired and planned to take a simple bite, and invited Zhao Ning and the others to dinner at night. Putting the back basket in the corner, Zhong Ziqi straightened up and asked Zhao Zhengan, who looked energetic: "Are you hungry?"

"Hungry." Zhao Zhengan touched his stomach and nodded affirmatively, his narrow eyes blinked.

Zhong Ziqi couldn't help but refreshed his views on Zhao Zhengan. It was not noisy even when he was hungry, very good!

"You wait, I'll cook, and we'll eat delicious food in the evening."

"Oh" Zhao Zhengan nodded obediently, but swallowed quietly in his mouth, really wanting to eat meat, his wife said that it was good to eat at night!

Entering the kitchen, Zhong Ziqi held his head and thought about it. Brown rice would definitely not be eaten anymore. I just bought noodles today and let's make noodles. Zhong Ziqi untied the noodle bag and scooped out enough noodles and (huo) water. He made noodles, saving time and effort, boiling the soup, and putting the noodles in the pot for a while.

Zhao Zhengan stood by the door with half of his head exposed, his eyes staring at the oily gnocchi.

Zhong Ziqi accidentally turned around to see this scene, and almost drooled. He couldn't help laughing, and handed him the pre-installed gnocchi: "Nuo, put it on the table, don't sprinkle it, be careful to burn it!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhengan took the basin carefully, moving step by step towards the hall.

Zhong Ziqi brought the bowls and chopsticks with the cucumber that had just been mixed.

Zhong Ziqi is still good at craftsmanship, which can be seen from Zhao Zhengan's bowl of hot gnocchi in a blink of an eye, and he hasn't finished half of the bowl. Looking at Zhao Zhengan's second bowl, he opened his mouth to check up and down without worry: "Is it hot? What are you doing in such a hurry? No one will grab it with you."

Zhao Zhengan looked at the person with good eyebrows in front of him with bright eyes and smirked, and let him check it without moving. He replied in a lisp: "It's so hot, it's good (eat

Seeing that his mouth was not burnt, Zhong Ziqi said with a rough skin, and said dumbly, "Eat slowly, these are all yours."

Zhao Zhengan nodded fiercely, and Er Zhuzi (the eight or nine-year-old child in the village) said that everything must be listened to by his wife, or the wife would not want you, so the wife said to eat slowly, then he would eat slowly. It’s just that it tastes so good, I really want to eat it with big mouthfuls. He has never had such a fragrant meal. His wife is indeed the best, better than Eminem. If you don’t beat him or call him a fool, give it back. He is delicious.

It’s an exaggeration to say that Zhong Ziqi’s craftsmanship is so good, but it is more than enough. As a single dog living alone in the previous life, his cooking skills should be lit or lit up. At the beginning, it was either scorched or boiled. When he was born, no one would notice, so he practiced slowly, and when he had practiced, he invited that person to the house with the name of the newly learned dishes, and gradually Zhong Ziqi's cooking skills became better and better. .

After walking for most of the day, Zhong Ziqi was really tired. After eating, he told Zhao Zhengan not to run around and went to bed to rest. The energetic Zhao Zhengan went around the house boredly, and finally squatted in front of the bed. His eyes were staring at the sleeping wife, and her hands tickled to touch her slippery face, and she felt that this would definitely wake her up, so she had to give up.

While watching, he giggled for a while. He was also sleepy. He took off his coat and climbed onto the bed lightly. He habitually put his hands on Zhong Ziqi's waist and hugged him tightly. Then he closed his eyes with satisfaction. .

The sleeping Zhong Ziqi frowned uncomfortably in the dream, and moved uncomfortably, but she was really sleepy and did not wake up.

When the sun was about to set, Zhong Ziqi finally woke up, stretched out happily, turned his head and didn't see Zhao Zhengan's figure, he yelled out of concern: "Zhengan? Zhao Zhengan?"

After a while, a rush of footsteps sounded, and Zhao Zhengan showed his head from behind the door: "Daughter-in-law, you are awake."

Zhong Ziqi rubbed her brows and asked: "What are you doing?"

Zhao Zhengan raised his dirty hands: "I'm pulling weeds."

Except for the entrance and the direction leading to the gate, the yard is mostly land. The weeds have been very high for many years. When they moved here yesterday, they just cleaned out the tall grass, Xiaonen The grass has no time to take care of it.

When Zhao Zhengan woke up, Zhong Ziqi was still not awake. He walked out of the house and remembered that his wife would not let him go out alone. When he was bored, Eminem let himself do it when he saw many grasses in the yard at home. The work of the grass, so if you pull all the grass yourself, your daughter-in-law will be happy too, right?

Zhong Ziqi didn't know that he was careful not to run out, so he let go, waved his hand and praised without hesitation: "Zheng'an is very capable, you continue to pull it, I'll make dinner for you."

After finishing the clothes, Zhong Ziqi remembered that he hadn't told Zhao Ning yet. He had to notify him earlier, or they would have finished eating. After going out, Zhao Zhengan was squatting diligently in the yard to pull the weeds. He shouted, "Zhengan."

Zhao Zhengan got up and ran over, looking at him suspiciously.

"I want to go out and come back soon. Are you waiting for me at home?" Zhong Ziqi thought that he couldn't go everywhere with him. Everyone must learn to adapt slowly.

Zhao Zhengan looked at Zhong Ziqi pitifully: "Will take me with my wife? Zhengan won't make trouble. He will listen to you obediently and take me!"

Zhong Ziqi was troubled to organize a language: "Zheng'an, remember the two people who came to our house yesterday? They helped us, and I'm going to invite them to dinner, so it's not that I don't want you. I'll be back soon. I have to come back to cook. You see, this is our home. I have all my clothes and everything here. I won't leave you behind. Isn't it okay to be obedient?"

In Zhao Zhengan’s mind, heaven and man were at war. A villain said to follow, and a villain said that he wanted to listen to his wife. He hesitated for a while. It was the second villain who defeated the first. He was afraid that his daughter-in-law would hate him like other people. He wants to be obedient: "Then...Daughter-in-law, you must come back soon."

Zhong Ziqi looked at Zhao Zhengan with tears in his eyes and nodded solemnly: "Then Zhengan is at home, no one should open the door unless I am back, remember?"

Zhao Zhengan nodded with red eyes.

Zhong Ziqi went out with confidence and found Zhao Ning’s house according to the memory location. Zhao Ning’s family lived not far from the village, not very far, because the village was not in the center, so he did not meet other villagers along the way. There are a few relatively large willow trees in the center of the village. There are a few stools built there, and everyone likes to sit there and chatter.

"Boom boom boom" Zhong Ziqi knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Zhao Ning's voice went from far to near.

"Xiaoning, it's me, Ziqi."

Zhao Ning's voice was full of surprises and opened the door: "Why are you here? Come in."

"I won't go in. I'll ask you and Brother Sheng to go to my house for dinner. I bought meat and treat you to dinner at night."

"Hey...Why is it so troublesome, Ziqi, it is not easy for you to do what you do to spend the money, I would like to ask you to wait until you get rich, and I will go if you don't ask me." Zhao Ning complained a little. He really thought about Zhong Ziqi, what he said yesterday was a joke, but he didn't expect Ziqi to take it seriously.

"Don't worry, I know in my heart that buying some meat is a celebration of the housewarming, please come over and lively, this...you won't have to refuse, right?" Zhong Ziqi pretended to be sad, and felt that Zhao Ning was at his bottom. People who can think about him in the period are really good.

"Okay, okay, I'll go in a while." Zhao Ning reluctantly compromised.

"Then don't forget to call Brother Sheng Sheng, thanks to Brother Sheng yesterday," Zhao Sheng did all the hard work.

"Know it."

Zhong Ziqi just smiled and left.