My Immortal Big Missy Chapter 146: Sunbathing and lotion
In the winter of Guangzhou, there are no bald branches with dead leaves, no moon-falling crows accompanied by the sound of bells, and no white world covered by thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow. [] Looking around, the vegetation is still green, just a dim green color, even the lights under the howling of the cold wind are dim, and people's clothes are bloated and clumsy.
It seems that everything is less pure, less vitality, less bleak, and less poetic.
But at least there is sunshine, nature's best gift this winter.
After Qiqi's cold got better, although Yang Guo did not take her out for a stroll in the morning exercise, he would take Qiqi out to bask in the sun in the afternoon when the sun was shining and the air outside was not so cold.
Baking in the sun also has a prerequisite!
Yang Guo won't just hug Qiqi outside so casually! After all, Qiqi is too small, and the body's resistance is very weak. He usually wraps the Qiqi tightly with a small quilt after feeding milk in the afternoon.
At the beginning, he was a little bit embarrassed, because the quilt and straps, this configuration is a feature of the rural aunts when they take care of their children! Going out, Yang Guo is still evasive, afraid of seeing other people's strange eyes.
But then he was relieved himself. It’s no big deal. Qiqi hasn't taken care of it by himself for eight months. At that time, he was busy and had no money and no clothes. Wasn’t it the same as walking on the street?
Now that I have a little money, it's stinky? Don't want a daughter? This can't work! Yang Guo deeply reflected on himself.
However, Yang Guo didn't struggle anymore, but Qiqi was not satisfied with it.
Qiqi She doesn't like to be restrained, she likes to move her hands and feet freely, especially if it is so tightly wrapped in a quilt, it is like a mummy, especially uncomfortable, so she struggles to get out.
"Um! Um..." Qiqi frowned and writhed, trying to find a gap to pull out his little arm.
"Don't move!" Yang Guo pressed Qiqi and clamped her little arm through the quilt.
"Ah~~~" Qiqi uttered a string of trills anxiously, and she shouted, "I want...I want..."
"It's useless to make trouble with your medicine!" Yang Guo smiled and didn't relax.
Qiqi was very aggrieved in a hurry, squashed her mouth, and started to cry with a wow. Hearing her crying horribly, if there were not many people outside, people would think that something had happened!
Qiqi Ewha looks pitiful with rain, and her big tears keep rolling. [For more exciting novels, please visit] But Yang Guo pays attention. Although Qiqi cried dimly, but after a few cries, she would stop for a while to see her father's reaction.
Yang Guo was angry and funny, but at this time, no matter how soft-hearted he was, he would not let Qiqi struggle out of the quilt, letting her thin body face the still cold air.
"Don't cry!" Yang Guo rarely scolded Qiqi, "Cry again, I won't bring you out next time!"
Qiqi didn't understand what Dad said, but she could feel the changes in Dad's mood. After Yang Guo wiped away Qiqi's tears with a small handkerchief, Qiqi was sobbing, while looking at his dad's stern face with fear, his voice gradually stopped.
She was still a little wronged, but she didn't dare to cry anymore. Yang Guo wiped all the tears on Qiqi's face, or it would dry up when the wind blows.
"That's right!" Yang Guo kissed Qiqi's little cheek with satisfaction, "If you want to play, come home later, and dad will let you have fun again."
However, Qiqi is still very young. The scars are often healed and the pain is forgotten. The next time she comes out, she is struggling and crying again. Yang Guo has no choice but to "learn" her every time.
This is all an episode. Basking in the sun in winter is actually a very happy thing.
Walking by the artificial lake of neighborhood, the father and daughter dominate the whole scenery.
Although it is only a man-made garden, it has a unique style in this winter afternoon. The warm sunshine fell on the quiet lake surface, reflecting the colorful colors; it fell on the yellow and wilted grass tip, flowing with a lustrous luster; and fell on the delicate and ruddy little face of Qiqi, and it was even more diffuse. Disperse the holy light.
Qiqi squinted comfortably in the sun, smiled happily, against the sun, Yang Guo looked at Qiqi, as if back to the top of Huangshan Mountain during the graduation tour, the misty mountains in the sea of clouds, there is A colorful Buddha light is so beautiful that people want to bow to the ground.
Isn't it the same for Qiqi at this time?
On Friday night, Yang Guo took Qiqi to the godmother's house.
Song Zhiwen and their family finally came back, because they brought delicious chickens in their hometown, godmother Liu Suqin summoned Yang Guo to have dinner.
After delivering the order, Song Zhiwen smiled and said: "Old Guo, the winter solstice will leave you alone. You will be back today."
For Song Zhiwen, Yang Guo can't agree. The three words "make up" are not wrong. However, the target of "make up" is not Yang Guo. It is definitely the greedy Song Zhiwen!
When it comes to godmother's house, of course Yang Guo is in charge. Because they went back to their hometown and it was the winter solstice again, these days Liu Suqin gave the nanny and aunt at home a vacation to let her go back to spend a festival with her family. So instead of making up a meal for Yang Guo, it is better to supply Song Zhiwen himself!
In the afternoon, the godmother took the domestic chicken brought back from her hometown to the market to find someone to kill and clean the hair and internal organs. The white strips were placed in the basket, saving Yang Guo a lot of trouble. Other dishes are also available, Yang Guo is here, roll your sleeves and go into battle.
Song Zhiwen wanted to be lazy, but the godmother didn't give it. She drove him from the sofa to the kitchen with a broom, and asked him to give Yang Guo a hand.
"You choose dishes and wash dishes." Yang Guo commanded, he was dealing with the bare chicken at this time.
Although Song Zhiwen has a dubious look and grumbles about the inhumanity of Mother, it is still very diligent and hardworking, and there is no way of cutting corners when choosing dishes and washing dishes.
Song Zhiwen’s home chicken is very famous!
Because the climate there is mild, the rainfall is abundant, and the land is relatively fertile, agriculture, forestry, animal husbandry, sideline and fishery can be fully developed. The local agricultural products are mainly rice, barley, wheat, corn, cassava, sweet potato, peanut, Soybeans provide the main feed source for chickens. The local terrain is dominated by hills and hills, green bamboos grow sprouts, shrubs become forests, evergreen throughout the seasons, and there are many insects. In addition, there are a large number of rivers and dams, which are rich in fish, shrimps, snails, clams and the like. By-products, rich in natural food, provide more animal protein feed for chickens.
Furthermore, domestic chickens rarely use hormone-containing feeds, and most of them are stocked. Therefore, although their hometown’s domestic chickens are small in size, their subcutaneous and intermuscular fats are developed. They have delicious meat, thin skin and soft bones. famous.
The best way to eat this kind of domestic chicken is white cut. Although Yang Guo has been eaten at He Wenzhuo at the winter solstice, the raw materials are better this time, so Yang Guo chose to make white cut chicken. .
Wash the big pot, put in the whole chicken that has just been processed again, add water, and boil the water just after the chicken body has been covered. While waiting, Yang Guo was not idle, he started to deal with other dishes.
"Hmm!" Seeing Song Zhiwen trying hard to choose dishes, Yang Guo's eyes rolled, and an idea came out in his heart.
He turned around quietly and ran outside, turned off the water heater, and then returned to the kitchen, where he continued to do what he was doing. Washing carrots, pork, pots, dishes, and cutting boards were very numb. In a short while, the hot water stored in the water heater was used up.
Yang Guo stood in front of the gas stove with a smirk, flipped the chicken every five minutes with chopsticks, and watched the situation.
Song Zhiwen sings a rap song in his mouth, and chooses the dishes happily. Hey, he picked up the big basin and turned on the faucet to clean it.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Song Zhiwen I jumped up in the basin just now.
"What's the matter, what's the matter?" Godmother ran up nervously, "Did you cut your hand?"
"It's okay, it's okay." Yang Guo said with a forced smile.
"Who said it's okay!" Song Zhiwen complained angrily, "Old Guo, you are too damn! You secretly turned off the hot water! Mom, you don't know how cold the water is! Your fingers are falling out of the cold! ."
"Haha!" Yang Guo couldn't help laughing.
"How cold can it be?" Liu Suqin looked at Song Zhiwen contemptuously and said, "I can't eat a little bitterness. When my mother and I were young, I didn't have a water heater and I still carried my clothes to wash outside the house? Think about the year... …"
"Okay, okay, can I be wrong?" Mother was about to start talking again, Song Zhiwen's scalp tightened, wry smile wiped her body with dripping fingers and pushed her out. Don't let her repeat the old thing over and over again.
"This is not over!" Song Zhiwen exaggeratedly stroked his neck with his red fingers, and threatened coldly.
Yang Guo pretended not to see it, and continued to cook the white chicken with a laugh.
After cooking the white-cut chicken, Yang Guo used two chopsticks to set it up, put it on the plate and waited for it to cool, and then cut it open after preparing other dishes.
"It's delicious!" After eating~IndoMTL.com~Song Zhiwen sandwiched white tender and smooth chicken legs and feasted on it. Under the good food, he also forgot to "retaliate" the prank of Yang Guo.
Liu Suqin was holding Qiqi and asked Yang Guo reproachfully: "Yang Guo, did you forget to buy a moisturizer for Qiqi?"
„Ah? moisturizer? "Yang Guo was surprised. For his rough men, moisturizers and other products are for those delicate women. He has never thought of it.
"I know you didn't!" Liu Suqin hugged Qiqi in front of Yang Guo and said, "Look, Qiqi's face is frozen purple and purple. Don't use moisturizer in winter. When the skin is dry and cracked, you It’s too late to regret!"
Yang Guo knew that he was wrong, and nodded desperately, and promised to Liu Suqin that he would buy a moisturizer later.
Liu Suqin shook his head and sighed in his heart, Yang Guo is a big man with a child, how can a woman think so thoughtfully! Yang Guo, this small family, still lacks a woman!
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