In the book era, my villain is super well-behaved

Chapter 111 (111) Romance Allergies

With such a flash of divine skill, everyone followed suit and joined the team against Captain Yang.

Yang Guoxiang's eyes fell on the faces of all the members who were angry at him, and his surface emotions gradually calmed down from anger, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt panicked.

All the things that rely on people's power, relying on Yan Yan and the silly girl to come and fight against him, the captain?
In the past, when these people saw him, they were like mice seeing a cat, they didn't even dare to fart.

It's only been a month now, but they've all grown rebellious bones?
Very good, very good!

Then don't blame him for not caring about the old love of the folks in the hometown...

The members thought that there would be a tough battle to fight, but they didn't expect Captain Yang to let Yang's nephew carry him away just like that.

It turned out that Captain Yang, whom they thought they could not resist, was nothing more than that!

Yan Yan stared at the back of Yang Guoxiang going away, silently recalling the expression on the other side's face when he left.

That's the ruthlessness hidden under the calm appearance, this person is holding back his evil intentions and wants to use the members of the club...

Educated Youth Spot, East Campus.

Because Yu Cong was thinking about seeing his younger brother's handsome appearance in new clothes, he had this hope in his heart, and it was hard to catch up on sleep, so he had already got up to wash up.

Seeing the note left by my little brother on the wooden table, I am not in a hurry.

His eyes fell on his hands in the water in the enamel basin. The once red, swollen and rough hands were now white and tender.

After rubbing the face with toothpaste, the feeling of mint is very refreshing.

As the temperature of the weather rises, her skin becomes a little oily, and washing her face with toothpaste can effectively control the oil.

She wiped the water droplets on her face with a handkerchief, slowly applied the cream, and then looked carefully at the small mirror wrapped in red plastic.

I straightened my hair and braided it into a big braid. Just as I put the mirror in the drawer, I heard the sound of barking from the dog basket.

She quickly got up, lifted the lid of the bamboo basket, looked at the two cubs crawling around in it, and said, "Baby, are you hungry? The milk powder will be ready soon."

Before she had breakfast herself, she began to make goat milk powder with the thermos.

There is only one baby bottle, and according to the usual practice, it is given to the thinner Xiaoqing first. Xiaoxuan may smell the smell of milk, so he will grab the bottle in the past.

She quickly hugged Xiaoxuan and sucked her finger as a pacifier.

Xiaoxuan's warm little mouth sucked violently, but he didn't get any milk, so he let go of his little mouth and continued whining.

After hugging and coaxing her for a long time, she waited until Xiaoqing was full and exchanged the bottle for Xiaoxuan.

Xiaoxuan might still be a little angry, humming while sucking.

"Look at this little temper. When you grow up, you must have a bad temper."

Now it is no longer necessary for her to help the puppies excrete feces and urine. After feeding, they will be put on the hay for the two puppies, and then put back into the dog basket after excretion.

Dirty hay is thrown directly under the stove for fire.

Vegetables are growing this season. She uses bean sprouts, coriander, and shredded carrots, drizzles them with sesame oil, and mixes them well with salt and fermented bean curd.

Mix the Fuqiang noodles with water, knead a ball of dough, bake more than half of the shortbread, and roll a small half into a thin dough, put it on the reconciled stuffing roll, cut it into two inches long, and seal the joints and both ends with batter.

Put oil in the iron pan, and put the coil when it is % to % hot.

When the roll rings are fried until golden brown and taken out, the shortbread on the other stove is also baked.

Beat two eggs, wash two bowls of egg soup with boiling water, sprinkle with coriander, and pour a little sesame oil to enhance the fragrance.

Sesame oil is a good thing, but she is reluctant to put more, just use a few drops to enhance the flavor.

Suddenly, the little brother's voice came from outside the house.

Yan Xian pushed the courtyard door, but didn't open it. Seeing no one around, he climbed over the wall and entered, smelling the aroma of rice as soon as he entered.

"I came back late, and I thought I'd make breakfast."

"Whoever has the time can cook. If it's something big, come here and wash your hands, just in time for dinner." Yu Cong took a bite of the crispy rolls, and continued, "Why are you coming back later than usual?"

Yan Yan lowered his head and gulped down the egg soup, wiped his lips, and said, "Yang Guoxiang is inconvenient to move, so let the nephew of the Yang family carry it on his back, and point fingers at the division of labor among the members.

When I was insulted, he didn't refute a single word, and left in a daze, which was not like his style, so I followed. "

"See what?" Lu Cong smiled and spoke softly.

She also felt that Yang Guoxiang was trying to play tricks.

Yan Yan shook his head, and said, "His son is crying out for pain, so Yang Guoxiang has to go to the hospital in the town."

"Let's not go to the city today, stay in the brigade to practice cycling with me, and stroll around the fields by the way."

Yu Cong didn't know what kind of relationship the trafficker had with Yang Guoxiang, but once the two female educated youths at the head of the brigade were lost, Yang Guoxiang came back with a half-disabled body, which was too coincidental.

As Yang Guoxiang's number one enemy, she couldn't ignore these.

Yan bit his big hand with well-defined joints, and put the coiled coil into his mouth.

The taste is very fragrant, salty and delicious.

It was very hot when it came out of the pot, but he couldn't bear to spit it out, breathing lightly.

"Tell me what you need, and I'll ask my friend to bring it over."

"I don't lack anything." Lu Cong was amused by the silly look on his handsome face.

The two sat opposite each other, the food was very delicious, and under the crimson morning glow, it was even more warm.

After dinner, Lu Cong changed into old clothes, old mille-soled cloth shoes, and a small straw hat for sun protection, before pushing the two-eight bars out.

She plans to find a place where no one is around to practice the car first, and get back the lost skills. When there is nothing else to do at night, she will appreciate her little brother wearing new clothes.

On the quiet road, she rode in front, and Yan Xian supported her in the back.

He was worried that the little girl would fall, so he supported her carefully.

Encouragement from time to time, saying "Scallions are great!"

Lu Cong rolled his eyes at him.

Her legs were too short, and she sat on a -bar car seat, her toes couldn't even reach the ground, and she could barely take two steps.

Is that great?

Unknowingly, I rode on the small road outside the village and saw two gray-haired grandfathers and grandmothers walking out from the direction of Daqiuzhuang. They wore simple clothes, but they were very clean.

The wind was a little strong, so the grandfather bent down to tie the silk scarf for the grandmother.

Then, the two supported each other and walked towards the town.

At this moment, Yu Cong thinks that this is probably love, the legendary companionship...

Yan Yan also saw this scene, pursed his lips, and said, "The old man has no skills, he only knows how to tie silk scarves. If I must drive my wife to the most prosperous city for shopping in a car, I will give it to him personally." She carries bags."

Lu Lun: "..." What's wrong with romantic allergies?

He rolled his eyes, ignored him, and continued to practice.

Afraid of embarrassing practice, I tried my best to walk on the small road, and the road surface became bumpy.

After riding hard to the bottom of the small arched stone bridge in the river ditch, Lu Lun's calves accelerated and kicked hard, and I felt that my driving skills seemed to be back...

　Tianjin's rolls are made of bean curds, which are the most authentic. However, considering the convenience in the article, we choose noodles made of skins.

　　It is considered vegetarian food. Not only are the roadside stalls in the northwest corner delicious, but they are also sold at the entrance of the temple, which is not bad.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)