Rebirth 80: The rough man was driven crazy by the little crying bag again

Chapter 76 Childish

Author: The hair is still very lush

Chapter 76 Childish

This time Chen Shanye didn't come by himself, Song Mingming was followed behind him.

"Cousin-in-law, please sit down." Song Mingming wiped the table with his sleeves in an awkward manner, and also swept the bench by the way.

The tables, chairs and benches were originally wiped spotless by Sun Guixiang, but Song Mingming's clothes were stained with a lot of dust at the construction site, and the table was visibly dirty to the naked eye.

Chen Shanye sat aside silently.

"Cousin, what are you still doing? Go and cook for my cousin-in-law." When Song Mingming first remembered, he knew that he had a cousin-in-law named Chen Shanye. He had been called like this for so many years, and he had long been used to it.

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Sister Sun Guihua looked at Lin Qiaoqiao with horrified eyes.

Lin Qiaoqiao glared at Song Mingming and explained bravely: "I am his eldest cousin, and Chen Shanye is her second brother-in-law."

"So you are the relationship between brother-in-law and sister-in-law." Zhang Guihua smoothed over the relationship for a while, and looked at Chen Shanye with an increasingly unkind look, fearing that the tragedy that happened to her sister would happen to Lin Qiaoqiao again.

On the body.

Lin Qiaoqiao didn't say anything, and silently returned to the kitchen to cook. Chen Shanye didn't hold his tongue, so he just had to eat enough.

There happens to be a small bowl of rice left over from lunch in the big iron pot. Crack a raw egg into the leftover rice and stir evenly. The resulting egg fried rice noodles will have distinct grains and a golden color.

Vegetables such as garlic sprouts, peppers, and onions are always available. Cut them into cubes and stir-fry them randomly in the pot. Add various seasonings and sprinkle a handful of chopped green onions when serving.

Half a bowl of rice was definitely not enough. There was still some cabbage stewed with vermicelli and millet and spicy scrambled eggs left in the big iron basin.

Leftovers from the canteen are usually poured into swill buckets and sent to the breeding farms.

Pigs in farms cannot eat spicy food, but Chen Shanye can.

Without much hesitation, she poured the good-looking cabbage vermicelli into the swill bucket and fed it to the pigs.

Lin Qiaoqiao scraped the bottom of the pot with a large iron spoon, making a harsh sound, and poured water to wash the pot, thinking that the person standing at the door was Song Mingming: "You can carry it over to him."

"You would rather give food to pigs than let me eat it."

Lin Qiaoqiao turned her head sharply and saw Chen Shanye, who was tall and long-legged, with a gloomy face and a frown that could kill a fly.

"No, you misunderstood. I just wanted not to waste it." She lived a very hard life in her previous life, and even having a full meal in the mountains was a luxury. Now she has an instinctive respect for food and is most afraid of waste.

"You think it's a waste to feed me."

Lin Qiaoqiao: "Why can't I explain it to you? You can eat spicy food, but pigs can't. If I give you cabbage and tofu, what will the pig eat?"

"You called me a pig." The man's eyebrows were lowered, the corners of his mouth were straightened, the veins on his arms were pulsing, and his hair was a little longer. He looked like a reform-through-labor prisoner who had just been released from prison, with a sinister look on his face.

Lin Qiaoqiao couldn't help but think of Zhang Guixiang's words, Chen Shanye seemed to really want to hit someone.

She shrank her neck, feeling that her words were ambiguous, so she asked in a low voice: "How about I let you scold me back?"

"You are a pig."

Before the curve of Chen Shanye's mouth could be completely lifted, an angry shout came from behind: "You are a pig, I will fight with you today."

Lin Shiwu had just sold a cart of pigs and still had a lot of money in his hand.

Seeing Lin Qiaoqiao being bullied, she casually threw the money on the ground, bent down, picked up the bench, and rushed forward.

Zhang Guihua has only been here for a month, but this kind of scene happens every day, and she is already used to it. Fortunately, the bench is of good quality and is particularly resistant to falling.

"Brother, calm down."

"I can't calm down, he scolds you."

"If the dog bites you, we can't bite you back, right?" She turned around and leaned against the stove, her expression casual and lazy, and secretly scolded Chen Shanye as a mad dog that bites people indiscriminately.

"Lin Shiwu was a big boss and couldn't understand what he was saying. He jumped and shouted: "Why can't you bite him back?" He pointed at Chen Shanye's nose and cursed, "You are a pig, you are a pig."

Two men who were almost fifty years old together were quarreling like three-year-old children. You would scold me, and I would scold you.

It was so childish that Chen Shanye probably couldn't eat anymore, so she poured the egg fried rice into the swill bucket.

The only good thing is that both of them were just talking and didn't take any action.

After the quarrel, Chen Shanye was so hungry that he opened the kitchen door and saw that the pots and pans were all very clean and shiny.

I picked up a tomato casually, wiped it with my sleeve, and finished it in three bites. I became even hungrier after eating it, and looked around for anything else to eat.

When he was about to nibble on the green radish, Lin Qiaoqiao's voice sounded outside.

"Brother, let's have barbecue in the afternoon. I just started studying broadcasting last week." Although Lin Qiaoqiao hasn't read a few books, she is very studious.

Especially after having learned the lessons of blood and tears in her previous life, she knows better than anyone else that she has to rely on herself for everything. She puts her hope in another person, and the higher she climbs, the harder she falls.

The fruit charcoal and iron plates have been prepared long ago, and the meat has been marinated in advance.

"Qiaoqiao, this iron plate is broken, why are there so many holes?"

"You don't understand, this is called stocking iron plate."

Lin Shiwu really didn't understand, but she soon understood the beauty of those holes.

Put burning charcoal under the iron plate, and the raging tongues of flame come out from the gaps of the iron plate, making close contact with the meat slices. The high-temperature grilling quickly locks in the tenderness of the meat, and allows the meat slices to retain the charcoal and smoky aroma.

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The evenly fat and thin pieces of meat are flying back and forth on the waves of fire. Not to mention the taste, this scene alone makes people's hearts beat. People, especially men, have a natural passion for me.

Chen Shanye's eyes were not on the dancing flames, but on the fleshy hands.

The fingers are short and fat, like plump spring bamboo shoots on the mountain; the back of the hand is bulging, almost like a soft white-faced steamed bun, and there are several small hollows on it; the fingernails are a natural flesh-pink color, and the nails are trimmed extremely short.

The shape is also close to a rounded square.

His eyes followed his arms and moved indifferently to that cute little face.

She owns a restaurant, and tasting food is a compulsory course. In the past six months, her face has become more rounded, and she looks more and more like the little girl in her memory.

The only difference is that she will never stuff all the things she likes into his hands like before.

Chen Shanye snorted coldly. Now his status in Lin Qiaoqiao's heart was the same as that of those pigs, or even worse than those pigs.

Lin Qiaoqiao was in charge of the barbecue. She sprinkled cumin and thick chili noodles on the sizzling, oily, tender meat slices, and pushed them to Chen Shanye who was sitting next to her.

Chen Shanye did not hide his emotions and almost wrote "flattered" on his face. He also understood that this was Lin Qiaoqiao's apology in disguise and decided to forgive her for the time being.

He took the iron plate seemingly reluctantly.

Some were happy and some were sad. Chen Shanye was happy, but Lin Shiwu's face fell instantly, and his already dark complexion looked even darker.

Lin Qiaoqiao: "..."

(End of chapter)