The wealthy film king begged for a broken mirror to reunite

Chapter 36

The sun rose very fast in this season, and it was still early at noon, and the bright sun's light shone into the house majestically, making people feel brighter.

In the spacious farm kitchen, Luo Cheng was wearing a cool thin shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing his well-defined arms.While skillfully cleaning and tidying up the stove, at the same time arrange work for each child in an orderly manner.

"Doudou go to the fire, Xiao Hei, first peel the potatoes I soaked in the water, and let Heping mash the potatoes later. Mao Mao, you two peel this basket of beans..."

"Okay!" Brother Ah Cheng responded from the crowd of children, and the whole kitchen immediately became busy with activity.

Xiao Hei was full of interest at the beginning, but he didn't know if he got up too early and was sleepy, his hand movements became slower and slower, and his eyelids drooped.The fleshy little hands were not clenched tightly, and the big potatoes fell into the basin filled with water with a "plop".

Luo Cheng was carefully removing the scales from the owl fish, and there was fresh beef marinated next to it. When he heard the sound and looked back, he was immediately happy.

"I said, Xiao Hei, were you the first one to clamor to cook a delicious meal for brother A Su yesterday?" He washed the boy's collar with his hand, and laughed at him unceremoniously: "Now the first You are the one who quits, tsk tsk tsk."

"...I, I don't want to do it," Xiao Hei woke up suddenly, raised his little paw, rubbed his eyes, and retorted with his mouth pouted: "Last night, I asked my mother to make tender skin cake for Brother A Su, I need to help, I don’t sleep until late.”

"Hiss—you little brat has a heart." Luo Cheng looked surprised.

"That's right, he ate more than half of the finished tender skin cake, and he ate it until he couldn't fall asleep, so he's so sleepy now." Mao Mao gave him a sideways look with contempt, and said frankly.

Xiao Hei, who was exposed, hung his round head in embarrassment, and Luo Cheng, who was laughed out loud, ruthlessly rubbed his soft hair. The kitchen was filled with a cheerful atmosphere for a while.

As soon as Yuan Su came in, what he saw was this scene, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly unconsciously.

The chubby little boy was not much taller than the stove, and he actually sat in front of the stove to make a fire, and the chubby boy skillfully used the tongs.Although summer is approaching, the weather is still very hot, his little forehead is sweating, but there is a sweet smile on his face.

Seeing it, his heart softened. He hurriedly took out a tissue and gently wiped off the child's sweat, then took the tongs from his hand and said, "Come on, Doudou, take a break, you're sweating."

Luo Cheng next to him saw him, waved his hands and said with a smile: "A Su, don't look at Doudou's young age, if you want to talk about doing these things, they are much better than you."

Yuan Su ignored him, and Gu Zi sorted the firewood into categories according to thickness and size, dealt with some branches a little, and loosened the stove with tongs.Seeing that the fire was not strong, I occasionally went up and blew it twice, which seemed to be quite experienced.

Luo Cheng opened his mouth slightly, his eyeballs almost fell out of shock, and after a while he said in surprise: "Ah Su, you can do it!"

"Of course, don't look down on people." Yuan Su patted the ashes on his hands, very satisfied with the dumbfounded reaction of the person in front of him.

"I didn't underestimate you," the young man wanted to scratch his head habitually, but when he saw that his hands were still stained with meat, he shrunk his fingers in embarrassment and said honestly: "It's just that you look like the young master. I didn't expect you Will do this again."

He always speaks straightforwardly, but he really doesn't mean to be sarcastic.

After getting along with him for a long time, Yuan Su naturally knew this, and explained with a smile: "I lived with my grandma in the country for a while when I was a child. Although she didn't let me do any work, I still know a little bit about it. of."

He blew into the stove again, and the fly ash floated onto his fair face, but he was still smiling and didn't notice it.

"I praised you just now, but my face is stained with dust, like a little tabby cat." Luo Cheng couldn't help laughing, pointing to his left cheek and beckoning him to wipe it off, "There's a black spot here."

"Here? Is there any more?" Yuan Su wiped it with his hand according to his words, but his hands were also stained with charcoal black, and his face became even dirtier after wiping. Several children came over to take a look, and all pointed to him and laughed.

Luo Cheng shook his head helplessly, washed his hands carefully and dried them, grabbed the warm nape of the young man's neck, took the towel on the rack with the other hand, and wiped his face.

He felt that he didn't use much strength, but he was born with strong hands, and when he put down the towel, he rubbed half of his handsome face red.Because of the fair complexion of the young man, this blush became particularly obvious, a bit like the rouge painted on a girl's face, very dazzling.

Isn't this skin too delicate?Did it hurt him just now?

Some strange thoughts popped up suddenly, and Luo Cheng, who had always been thick-handed and thick-footed, felt a little hot in his palms for some reason.

Yuan Su didn't care, seeing the young man in front of him holding the towel in a daze, he asked casually, "Have you wiped it clean now?"

His flickering eyes are like the stream flowing in the Taocun mountain forest, clear and swift.The eyelashes were as long as autumn pine leaves, and the slight twitching made Luo Cheng's heart inexplicably itchy, which was a wonderful feeling that he had never had before.

Perhaps he stayed there for a long time, and there was obvious confusion in those beautiful eyes. Then he came back to his senses, and said with a sneer: "...Uh, it's clean."

The two little girls, Maomao and Yingmei, finished peeling the beans, and tugged on his trousers to ask for further instructions.Heping and Doudou were also grunting and pounding mashed potatoes, and Luo Cheng hurriedly put the prepared dishes on the stove to prepare for cooking, and the hazy feeling just now was immediately forgotten by him.

"A Su Huo is a bit bigger." The young man fried the big and fat owl fish until golden on both sides, and then put the prepared seasoning into the pot, and the aroma immediately filled the whole kitchen.

"Okay." Yuan Su responded, and stuffed some rough firewood into the stove.

After adding water and boiling over high heat, the umami taste of fish soup spreads quietly through the air.The children who finished their work were already drooling with greed, staring at the pot eagerly.

"Look at how greedy you are." Luo Cheng had a disgusted look on his face, but his eyes were full of doting, "Doudou, put back the straw cake in your hand. It doesn't matter how many pieces you eat, Don't blame me for not reminding you if I can't eat the delicious food later."

The little boy's mouth was raised high, but he put down the pastry obediently, and turned his head to look at Yuansu crying and acting cute.

Yuan Su was amused by his pitiful look, gave him a comforting look, and then gently said to the oldest girl: "Maomao, take your younger siblings out to play for a while, and call you when dinner is ready. "

The children ran out in a hurry, leaving the two of them to cook the fire and the other to cook. For a while, they could only hear the sound of the flames in the hearth and the bubbling of the fish soup.

"Now the fire can be a little smaller."

Hearing this, Yuan Su took out some firewood and replaced it with some soft corn stalks, and loosened the firewood in the stove with tongs.

"The heat is well controlled!" Luo Cheng gave him a thumbs up, then brought over the cornmeal prepared earlier in the morning, kneaded dough one after another, and pasted pancakes along the edge of the large iron pan.

"Your technique is exactly the same as my grandma's when I was a child." Yuansu had a nostalgic look on his face.

"Really?" The young man immediately became happy, covered the pot and rubbed his hands, and asked expectantly: "Then this should be your favorite food, right?"

"Well, I liked it very much at that time. Every time I was unhappy, grandma would bake me corn cakes to make me happy." Yuansu bent the corners of his mouth and said softly, "I didn't realize it until I grew up. Not happy, but actually happy.”

He stood up and patted the fly ash on his hands, leaned against the stove, stared into the distance in a daze, his eyes were a little lonely.

Luo Cheng and Yuan Su were already very familiar, so he naturally knew that he hadn't completely let go of his worries.People like him who engage in artistic creation are generally more sensitive in mind, and they will be in a trance when they are emotional.

Usually, he would proudly pat the young man's not-so-broad shoulders to show his encouragement and support. He is a man, so there is nothing he can't overcome.

But today, perhaps the atmosphere was just right, or the young man's quiet profile was too distressing, Luo Cheng suddenly couldn't bear to watch him digest his sadness in silence.

He pursed his lips, as if he had made up his mind, he held back his energy and began to sing.A tender song of missing friends was sung by him with such a vigor that he sang it with such a vigor that it startled a group of gulls and at the same time mercilessly pulled Yuansu out of his thoughts!

Bewildered and surprised by the young man's big eyes staring at him, Luo Cheng, who has always been thick-skinned, also felt a little embarrassed at this time, he said embarrassedly: "No, isn't it funny? I'm tone deaf, friend Everyone said that listening to my singing is very funny, because none of the words are in tune, and I always ask me to sing when I go to KTV."

He said self-deprecating words, which he didn't care about, but Yuansu was keenly aware of a little sadness, and immediately said softly: "Actually, I heard what you sang just now. There is no big problem with the rhythm and basic pitch. It should be It’s because I’m not familiar enough with this song. It might not be out of tune if I switch to other songs.”

"Really?" Luo Cheng's eyes lit up, and after thinking about it carefully, he felt that what the young man said made sense.He seldom listens to songs in the first place, and can only hum a few lines of many popular songs, no wonder he always sings inaccurately.

Under Yuan Su's encouraging eyes, he plucked up his courage and sang another song.

This is a country tune that is not widely known. Los Angeles also learned it from his grandmother. It is said that it was passed down by word of mouth and sung from generation to generation.He followed his grandma when he was young, and listened to it a lot, and this became one of the few songs he could hum.

Yuan Su's eyes rolled up when he heard it, and he seriously praised: "You sing well, and your voice is very beautiful."

Luo Cheng was startled.

Originally, he just wanted to make Yuansu happy, but in the end, he was comforted instead.A warm feeling like a spring breeze passed through his heart instantly, and the corners of his mouth curved unconsciously.

"By the way, Ah Cheng, do you know whose song you sang first?" the young man asked abruptly.

"I don't know, anyway, I remember it was quite popular, and I used to play it when I was walking on the street." He seemed to think of something, and burst out laughing: "But I sang like this, it has become another song completely, If the original singer heard it, he would be so angry—"

"It's my song." Yuansu smiled.

"Ahem——" Luocheng choked on his breath and coughed a few times, and immediately turned around to fiddle with the stove: "The tortilla is probably ready, you should taste the saltiness first."

Yuanju: "..."

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