Spatial Peasant Girl: These Mad Darlings Are Delicate and Gullible

Rong Yan:……(ω)

It didn't matter if he was praised by the Ning family couple, but when this girl bluntly said that he was good-looking, Rong Yan felt the warmth on his face.

Mrs. Song froze, wishing she could cover Xiaoxiao's mouth and stuff her back into the kitchen. - Listening to these words, those who didn't know would have thought they were some kind of prostitute! Where did you learn this?

Xiaoxiao herself didn't realize what was wrong, and enthusiastically took out a small jar and gave it to Rong Yan: "Here, this is the housewarming gift I prepared for you. It's the sweet noodle sauce I just made. It's very convenient to eat. If you want to eat cakes, Ah, steamed buns or something like that, just put it on top, and if you want to eat noodles, mince the meat and stir-fry it with this sauce, then mix it into the noodles, the taste is amazing!"

I've made too much sauce, and even though the weather isn't hot yet, I can't bear to put it in. The little boy next door is good-looking and polite, so I want to feed him when I see him - she wants to stuff him with food when he sees a beautiful child. The fault cannot be corrected.

Ning Erlang hummed in his heart, saying it as if you had eaten it before, Chi Liu, if I believe you... can you give it to me? Chiliu.

When Rong Yan looked down at the jar of honey, he also saw the redness and swelling on the back of Xiaoxiao's hand that had not yet been eliminated. He remembered how she had wrapped it tightly to hide from the bees, and then remembered that when she brought the jar of sauce, she said it was a gift for him... …

So, this honey was found for him? Just because he said he likes sweet food?

Recalling the few interactions between the two of them, Rong Yan's expression became even weirder - could this girl from the Ning family have fallen in love with him?

The sweet aroma coming out of the jar made it difficult for Rong Yan to refuse. Thinking about the rice cooked by Mrs. Zhao and touching his aching stomach, he was very conflicted.

After hesitating for a long time, he found a way that he thought had both ends, and asked Yun Yi to bring the two pieces of meat, he said to Xiaoxiao.

"Thank you for taking care of me these days. This is a small gift. It's not a sign of respect. I hope you don't take it personally." Returning the gift is reciprocity. This also shows that he only regards the jar of sauce as a neighbor.

Xiaoxiao's eyes were shining when she looked at the two pieces of meat. She said in her heart that she didn't dislike it, she didn't dislike it. She couldn't dislike meat even if she disliked it! Looking at the uniform snowflake cut noodles, the beautiful white fat, red and thin, it is obvious that the meat is of high quality and must be tender and delicious. If she hadn't just finished eating, she would have wanted to stir-fry a plate of twice-cooked pork now!

Before her mother could decline, she took the meat and thanked her profusely. In the midst of her thanks, Rong Yan left with the noodles in his arms.

This is very good, as the saying goes, no reward will be given without merit, but now that they are coming and going, it suddenly makes sense, but after walking a few steps, he ordered Yun Yi: "Send my wound medicine to the Ning family girl. "I don't know if this medicine can be used to treat bee stings, but he doesn't have anything else.

Mrs. Song was afraid that her daughter would make shocking remarks again, so she did not bother to return the meat to others.

Rong Yan's steps speeded up unconsciously as he walked out of Ning's house. Yun Yi followed behind him, still a little confused.

Didn’t I ask you how to cook the meat? Why did you just give it away?

And that medicine... Is the Ning family girl injured?

Putting the sweet noodle sauce on the kitchen shelf, Rong Yan turned his head and glanced at his guard Yun Yi, who immediately went to cook noodles and cut meat knowingly. Although he is not a skilled cook, he can still do this simple thing.

According to what the girl next door said, the salty and slightly sweet meat sauce noodles came out of the pot quickly. The white noodles and amber-colored sauce meat were mixed with chopsticks, and the aroma got into the nose with the heat. To put it bluntly, this was the most decent meal they had eaten since coming to Fuyuan Village.

Zhao Hu didn't feel too surprised when he learned that his nephew would not have dinner with them today. His mother-in-law's craftsmanship...that's all, let's not mention it.

The meal was a happy one, but before Mrs. Song had a chance to talk to her daughter about "what is reserve," another guest came to the house. This time, it was an uninvited guest.