Underworld Chat Group: My Hubby is King Hades Chapter 903: 903: Invitation from the head of the village (2)

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"Miss Ning, this house... it has been vacant for a long time, no one lives, it has been in disrepair for a long time, and it is a dilapidated house. It may be that the renovation workers saw that the house was too dilapidated and dangerous, so they did not carefully decorate it. Well, you also know that if people can cut corners nowadays, they will definitely cut corners. Other houses can be seen by the owner, and the decoration will be better. And this one...no one is there."

Du Jiutian sighed heavily while talking to Ning Huanxin.

"The head of the village, why is this yard vacant? Where are the original villagers? Have they moved away?"

Ning Huanxin took the opportunity to ask.

Hearing Ning Huanxin’s words, Du Jiutian shook his head: "I don’t know! One day, the family disappeared. There is no news. Maybe they moved to the county town or went to another place, their family. I am originally a foreigner, and I don’t like to interact with other people in the village on weekdays."

Du Jiutian's tone was a little low, and it didn't look like he was lying at all.

However, he is an old fritters, and Ning Huanxin can't believe him 100%.

At this time, the two people have reached the door of a large courtyard. The door is open. Standing at the door of the courtyard, they can smell the fragrance of the courtyard.

It smells so good!

"Haha, I'm home, Miss Ning, please here!"

Du Jiutian laughed and walked into the yard with Ning Huanxin. The yard is a red brick road. On both sides of the yard, there are small gardens surrounded by fences, and some autumn vegetables are grown in the small gardens.

At the end of the red brick road, near the white house, there is a big iron pan. The firewood under the iron pan is full of flames, and there are bursts of fragrance wafting from the big pan. An aunt wearing a gray apron Are busy living in front of the big iron pot.

"Old lady, the distinguished guest is here!"

Du Jiutian yelled at the courtyard, and then walked over quickly with Ning Huanxin.

"Miss Ning, this is our old lady!"

Du Jiutian introduced a sentence.

"Hello Auntie."

Ning Huanxin immediately smiled and greeted Du Jiutian's wife.

"Hello, Miss Ning! Hello, Miss Ning! This iron pot stewed goose will be ready soon, you can go to the house and drink some water!"

Du Jiutian's wife is named Zhang Cuilian, a very honest rural woman.

At this moment, when she saw Ning Huanxin's figure, Zhang Cuilian was still a little cautious, her hands were anxiously rubbing the apron in front of her.

"Auntie don't be so polite, I will just sit in the yard for a while."

Ning Huanxin looked around and saw a few wooden stools in the yard. She simply found a good place and sat there comfortably.

Seeing Ning Huanxin's movements, Du Jiutian was a little curious.

This eldest lady from the city seems to be very easygoing.

"Miss Ning, let me wash you some fruit!"

Du Jiutian walked quickly into the room while talking.

Ning Huanxin just kept looking at the layout of the yard, and then turned to look at Zhang Cuilian's direction.

At this time, Zhang Cuilian was opening the lid of the pot with the iron spoon, and moved the big goose in the iron pot with the spoon, and then closed the lid again.

"Auntie, this goose smells so good, has it been stewed for a long time?"

"Yes."

When Zhang Cuilian heard Ning Huanxin's words, she immediately smiled and nodded.

"This is not for me, is it?"

Ning Huanxin is a little curious, and he and Du Jiutian also met by chance? As for their dish, it looks like it has been stewed for a long time. This iron pot stew will be more fragrant the longer it takes.

This is by no means just made.