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But Liu Yimian's mood did not improve after hearing this.
A Qiuming is illiterate, why is he still perfunctory——
Liu Yimian fell silent, pursed her lips, turned her face away and refused to look at A Qiu.
"Mianmian, are you really ignoring me?" A Qiu was a little aggrieved, and tugged at the corner of Liu Yimian's clothes.
He knew that Liu Yi was soft-hearted.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for Liu Yimian to relax, "Aqiu, it doesn't matter what you say, but don't say anything about Brother Ji, or I'll ignore you in the future."
A Qiu nodded and answered sincerely.
Then he sat on the edge, quietly watching Liu Yimian practice calligraphy, and praised him from time to time, the atmosphere was very harmonious.
Seeing that it was almost noon, Liu Yimian hadn't raised his head from the Book of Songs, A Qiu was a little anxious for him, pushed him, and knocked the book from his hand to the ground.
"I'm sorry, Mianmian, I didn't mean to."
Estimated the time, it was almost noon.
Liu Yimian closed the Book of Poetry, and tidy up all the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and put it in the cabinet, without occupying the table.
He walked over to A Qiu and said with a bit of alienation: "A Qiu, stay for lunch at noon."
If it was before, Liu Yimian would hold A Qiu's arm and invite her with a cheerful smile on her face. But today is more polite, but the two of them didn't care much.
A Qiu didn't take it seriously, and used to reach out to hold his arm, but Liu Yimian walked out of the door faster than him, and said as he walked, "Brother Ji will be back in a while, you can still see him."
Liu Yimian thought to himself, if Aqiu saw Brother Ji, he would believe what he said.
It's okay to misunderstand him, but it's not good to misunderstand Brother Ji.
Liu Yimian walked as she thought about it, and she walked faster and faster.
A Qiu followed behind, beckoning to stop him: "Mianmian, I won't stay here to eat. If it's too late to go back, I'm afraid the husband will get angry—"
"Brother Ji will definitely buy pork today. There is still a rib at home. Otherwise, I will stew it first."
Liu Yimian was talking in pieces, and A Qiu followed him in surprise and asked, "Your food is so good? It seems that Ji Wei's business is doing well."
This food can't even compare to theirs, and A Qiu couldn't help but feel envious.
He followed behind Liu Yimian, originally wanting to say that he would not stay for lunch. But after thinking about it, I changed my mind again, wanting to see if what Liu Yimian said was true.
The two walked through the yard, and it was easy to see the bread kiln on the side of the house. The big one was square and covered a large area. It was only a few steps away from the well.
"Mianmian, what is that?"
Liu Yimian didn't look back, "That's the bread kiln that Brother Ji built yesterday, and the roasted pork belly is crispy and fragrant."
"Really?"
A Qiu was dubious.
Liu Yimian went to the well and took out the rib that was in the well. Walked up to A Qiu and explained the bread kiln for him. Pointing to the hole in the middle of the dome-shaped earthen bag, he said, "Put things in from here, set it on fire below, and you can eat it in just two quarters."
A bread kiln is not something that will appear here, and A Qiu has naturally never seen it. Pulled Liu Yimian and asked many strange questions, but Liu Yimian couldn't answer, so he asked him to wait for Ji Wei to come back.
When he washed the ribs and cut them into pieces, and served them in the pot with the sliced green onions and ginger slices, Ji Wei, who had sold the cakes, came back from West Street with a cart.
As soon as others arrived at the door, they habitually shouted: "Mianmian, I'm back!"
Liu Yimian, who was in the room, immediately dropped the rag, poured out a bowl of cold water from the crock, and brought it to Ji Wei, "Brother Ji, drink water."
Ji Weiyi finished drinking, handed the empty bowl to Liu Yimian, reached out and rubbed his head, "Did you read and write well in the morning?"
"I recited a poem "Zijin" and came across two pages of words."
"Okay," Ji Wei took out a jar of things from the cart with satisfaction, "this is a reward for you."
"what is this?"
Liu Yimian took the jar, it was heavy, he shook it gently, there was a feeling of flow in it.
"You can open it." Ji Wei pushed the cart to a recess on the side of the house, it just got stuck in it, then bent down and took out two identical jars from below.
At this time, Liu Yimian had unfastened the lid, and when she saw the milky white liquid inside, she immediately shouted.
"Milk!" Liu Yimian raised the pot excitedly, "Brother Ji, where did you get it!"
"Zhao lame knows."
Liu Yimian nodded, of course he had heard of Zhao Lame, who in town didn't know him. A bachelor who is over 30 years old, his legs and feet were broken when he fell into a trap when he went up the mountain, and he has a lonely and stubborn temper. He raised a large number of sheep, most of them were sold to the city, the money was definitely not bad, but he had to live in a broken house and refused to move. So many quirks, it's puzzling.
"I went to him today to buy some goat milk. When I went, I thought that he would not sell it. As soon as I opened my mouth, guess what he said?"
Liu Yimian shook her head in confusion.
Ji Wei laughed, "He said that I was famous for filling cakes, so I just came to the door and asked me to make a few for him to try. If satisfied, I can take as much milk as I want."
"real?"
"Brother Ji, why am I lying to you? The jar in your hand is for you. Only by drinking milk every day can you grow taller and grow taller. Look how thin you are now."
Liu Yimian was stunned, "Every day?"
"That is, brother Ji, I will do what I say."
Ji Wei whistled proudly, holding a crock pot in one hand, and just turned around when A Qiu, who had been at the door for a long time, was startled.
The author has something to say: I feel that the holiday is over in a blink of an eye
Chapter 11
"You are?"
A Qiu was a little reserved, "I'm here to find Mianmian, I'll leave now."
Ji Wei looked at A Qiu up and down, and saw that he was thin and thin, wearing a blue cloth shirt, with delicate features and a red mole between his eyebrows, so he was also a brother.
No wonder.