"Mr. Meng?"

Su Fangfei was stunned for a moment by the name of her little cousin. "Xiaoran, the one who lives here should not be..."

Before Su Fangfei's voice dropped, there was a rustle in the thatched cottage.

Then the old wooden door was opened slowly, and an old man with sparse hair and black ash on his face said happily:

"is Xiaoran coming with Fangfei? It's cold outside. Come in and get warm. "

In Su Fangfei's almost numb look, the old man introduced them into the house.

Su Fangfei thought that although the thatched cottage was dilapidated outside, since it was meant to live in, it should have a special hole in it.

The so-called sparrow, though small, has five internal organs.

But outside the real room, Su Fangfei realized that she was wrong, and it was a big mistake.

This thatched cottage was obviously used by woodcutters on the way up the mountain to cut firewood. It has been abandoned for a long time.

The kitchen cabinet was covered with dust.

It can be said that the thatch has been broken down for a long time because of the broken walls.

"Grandfather Meng, you are..."

Su Fangfei stopped talking and looked at the heavy cotton padded clothes on the old man. The tip of her nose couldn't help being sour.

He is the master of the Meng family!

Even if the Mencius are declining, how can the old man live in such a place?

"Cough I'll make you laugh. I just moved here last night and cleaned up all night. It's still a mess. " The old man's eyes are a little dodgy, it seems that he is not willing to let Meng ran and Su Fangfei know that they moved here.

Suddenly something came to mind. The old man's eyes brightened and he said, "wait a moment. I remember there are two old mazas in this room. I'll go and find them for you to sit down for a while."

"Grandfather Meng, no need to..."

Before Su Fangfei had time to speak, the old man went to the corner where all kinds of furniture were piled up and turned over the boxes and cabinets.

Su Fangfei gets up and wants to stop her, but she is stopped by Meng ran.

"Xiaoran..." Su Fangfei looks puzzled.

"Let him be."

Meng ran gently shook his head, and then regardless of the ground is full of dirt and dust, a pair of self-made appearance, squatting in front of the stove.

Pick up some firewood from the firewood pile in the corner, break them skillfully and put them into the flame under the stove.

The flame, which was about to be extinguished, "crackled and crackled" and the hot air gradually came out from the cover of the stove.

Seeing this scene, Su Fangfei could not help but cover her red lips with her hands. Her beautiful eyes were full of shock.

This kind of old-fashioned cooking stove used in rural areas in the early years has long been invisible to modern men and women.

This pair of skilled posture of Meng Ran is very much like a long time living in the countryside.

But the key is that Meng Ran is Su Fangfei. She has never seen her little cousin who has done this kind of farm work since childhood!

At this time, the old man will carry two old Maza, smile ha ha came, is also to see Meng ran in skilled fire he, is also a face incredible.

"Xiaoran, you..."

"It was my negligence that I forgot that it was noon and I arrived at the meal order of ordinary people." Meng ran said to himself, and then from the stove under the firewood, grilled out a few black burnt potatoes.