Hearing this, Fei Hao raised his eyes to look at Fei Ran, the subtle emotions that had arisen just now disappeared in an instant.

He clenched his fists, and finally started to clean without saying anything.

Fei Ran glanced at the little brat who started to make a move, then turned and went back to the bedroom.

Fei Hao glanced at the person who went straight back to the room to sleep, and the sweeping motion of his hands became a little heavier, and a cloud of dust instantly rose up on the ground.

"Cough cough cough—"

Returning to Fei Ran's bedroom, he glanced at the messy room, rolled up his sleeves, and began to tidy it up.

Although he has no obsession with cleanliness, he would naturally not sleep in a messy and smelly place.

A pile of clothes that have not been washed for an unknown period of time, find a basin and put them aside; throw away the dirty and greasy quilts and buy new ones; pack the wine bottle garbage in the house into cardboard boxes, and sell them when they are broken ...

The Fei family's house was almost tidied up when the yard became lively.

When Fei Hao came out with the kitchen bowls and chopsticks, he bumped into Fei Ran who came out of the bedroom with the dirty clothes.

Fei Hao looked at Fei Ran who was holding the basin.

I was a little stunned.

He thought...he was sleeping.

"Put the bowl by the well, I'll wash it together, and you take a cloth to wipe all the rooms."

Without waiting for Fei Hao to respond, Fei Ran directly fetched a basin of water for him and carried it to the room, then stuffed a rag into his hand: "Wipe it."

Fei Hao's hand is still injured, Fei Ran is not crazy enough to let a person with an injured wrist wash clothes, wash dishes, sweep the floor, and tidy things up.

After finishing speaking, Fei Ran went out, as if she didn't see the complicated face on Fei Hao's face at all.

Another family in the yard, Grandma Chen, was also washing and choosing vegetables by the well.

She saw Fei Ran washing clothes, she was a little surprised, the sun came out from the west today?

Ever since Feiran's divorce truck turned over again, she has lived like a walking dead every day, and she has basically never seen Fei Ran doing laundry.

"The weather is fine today, you can do your laundry."

However, no matter how grandma Chen sighed in her heart, it did not prevent her from thinking that Fei Ran's willingness to come out to do laundry was a good thing.

"Yes, Xiaohao is back."

Grandma Chen was surprised, and a little happy: "I just said that Haohao is a good person. When the child comes back, you will take care of the child in the future."

She said that today's Fei Ran looked different from usual, it turned out that the child came back and became more energetic.

We all belong to the same yard, and Grandma Chen also knew what happened back then.

When Lin Chunhua's incident came out, many people in the village said that Fei Hao was not Fei Ran's own son at all, and Fei Ran also thought so, but in Grandma Chen's view, Fei Hao was quite similar to the original owner, diligent, sensible, and filial.

Fei Ran responded with a smile.

After washing the clothes in his hand, he put them into another basin. Thinking of something, he raised his head and looked at Grandma Chen: "Auntie, do you have any extra quilts? I want to buy some quilts from your house. "

Grandma Chen didn't think much about it, she just thought it was because the child came back and the quilt was not enough, so she hurriedly said, "Okay, you can come to my house to get it later."

In the countryside, cotton is sewed at home, and every household has the habit of storing quilts, and few people buy them from outside. Now that Fei Hao wants to buy her family’s quilts, Grandma Chen is very happy. Said it is also an entry.

The sun was slanting towards the west, and the afterglow was shining on the courtyard, the coldness of winter had receded a bit, showing some heat, beside the well, Fei Ran had also packed up his clothes, dishes and chopsticks.

He hung the clean clothes on the rope, and walked into the kitchen with the dishes and chopsticks.

one in.

exempt,

Bright.

Fei Ran opened his mouth and praised: "It's really clean, it will live a good life, not bad."

While cleaning the stove, Fei Hao paused for a moment.

Ever since I joined Lin Chunhua, he has been doing most of the housework. However, he has been doing housework for so many years, and no one has ever said that...

However, soon Fei Hao felt uncomfortable and was kicked out by Fei Ran, "Can you cook? I haven't eaten for a whole day right now. You go to the small shop at the village head to cut a catty of meat."

Fei Ran took money out of his pocket and handed it over.

Fei Hao took the money, took a look at Fei Ran, then turned around and walked away quickly, unable to tell what it was like in his heart.

He knew... Fei Ran had long stopped treating him as his son...

Thinking of this, Fei Hao's steps became faster.

When Fei Hao went to buy meat, Fei Ran turned around the three rooms, the kitchen on the far left, the living room in the middle, and the bedroom on the right.

When came back in the morning, the house was still a mess, but now it seemed to be completely new. The windows of each room were wide open, and a gust of cold and snowy wind was blowing in, making the whole person refreshed.

Fei Ran was in a good mood, he took the basket from home and went to Grandma Chen's house.

"Aunt Chen, can you give me some vegetables from your backyard?"

Naturally, the Fei family also has a backyard, and it was this backyard that Lin Chunhua stole.

But now Fei's backyard is already full of weeds, and there are no edible vegetables at all.

"What's the matter, you just pick it up."

Vegetables in the countryside are worthless, and if you grow too much, you can't eat it all, and you will give it away to others. Grandma Chen doesn't care.

Fei Ran took the basket and went to the backyard of Chen's family. Grandma Chen is a hardworking person. There are always all kinds of seasonal vegetables planted in the yard. The green ones are green and neat, and the growth is gratifying.

Fei Ran didn't pick too much, he pulled out a few garlic sprouts, picked some spinach, thought for a while, and chopped two more lettuces.

When Fei Hao came back from outside with a catty of pork, the kitchen of Fei's house was already smoking.

Before Fei Hao got close to the kitchen, he smelled the rich aroma of rice, and the smell of fireworks mixed with firewood floated in the air.

As he approached, he saw the man who was busy in the kitchen at a glance, and his steps stopped slowly.

Fei Ran was bending over to cut lettuce shreds on the chopping board at this time. The emerald green lettuce slices were stacked together. With the sound of aggressive kitchen knives, the lettuce was quickly shredded. Behind him, the firewood in the stove was still burning. Burning, making a crackling sound.

After Fei Ran put the shredded lettuce on a plate, he noticed Fei Hao standing at the door.

"Bought it back? Go and watch the fire on the stove, and light the back stove by the way."

The stove in the farmhouse is divided into two pots, the front pot is generally used for cooking, and the back pot is used for warming hot water. When the front pot is occupied, the rear pot can also light the stove and be used together.

Now that the rice is steaming in the front pot of Fei's house, Fei Ran asks Fei Hao to light up the back stove to cook vegetables.

Fei Hao glanced at the cut vegetables on the chopping board, and quickly lowered his eyebrows.

He walked in, put the meat on the kitchen chopping board, and turned around to fill the stove with firewood.

Soon, the two stoves in the kitchen were on fire, and the temperature in the room also began to rise. The smoke in the room was transpiring. From a distance, one could even clearly see the rolling clouds over the eaves of Fei's kitchen door. The waves are like riding clouds and fog.

Fei Ran cleans the meat neatly, slices half and shreds the other half.

Pour oil into the hot iron pan, heat the oil, pour the sliced scallions and ginger into the pan, with a pricking sound, the aroma of scallions and ginger burst out, Fei Ran stir-fried a few times at random, and it was readyThrow in the sliced meat until the meat is stir-fried and rolled, then add the seasoning, and finally pour in the garlic sprouts and stir-fry until they are raw.

Soon, a plate of twice-cooked pork was ready, and the smell of meat mixed with garlic filled the whole kitchen.

Fei Hao moved his nose, and finally fixed his gaze on the plate that Fei Ran was holding. He looked at the golden slice of meat, drooling.

Fei Hao has not eaten meat for a long time.

Although the economy is developing now and food production has increased greatly, meat is still a precious commodity in some families. Naturally, Fei Hao does not eat meat much, and every time there is meat on the table, if he picks up more Lin Chunhua would scold him as a starving ghost who stole the baby, and even snatched his brother's food, so even if there was meat on the table, most of it would not reach his mouth.

Fei Ran reached out and pinched a piece of meat for himself, threw it into his mouth, and chewed.

not bad.

He pinched another piece, "Ah, open your mouth."

Fei Hao opened his mouth subconsciously, like a chick waiting to be fed.

Fei Ran stuffed the fat and thin slices of pork belly into his mouth naturally, "Be careful."

Fei Hao gasped and chewed the meat with his mouth burning.

Well

good to eat.

The pork belly was stir-fried just right, fat but not greasy, with a slight garlic fragrance in the meat, leaving a fragrance on the lips and teeth.

This is the most delicious meat dish that Fei Hao has eaten for so many years, his tongue can't help but linger on his lips, and he still has something to say.

At the same time, there were some faint noises in the yard.

"I want to eat meat, Mom, I want to eat meat too!"

"Damn it, if you deliberately greedy our little treasure, you will bully the child, make the child cry, and don't know how to send some over to coax him, a vicious bastard..."

The voice of the little fat man was accompanied by Li Cuijuan's scolding, and it seemed to go into the kitchen.

Fei Ran continued to cook his own dishes as if he didn't hear it.

The firewood in the stove was crackling, and the light of the fire shone into Fei Hao's eyes, as if fireworks had been lit.

The kitchen was steaming, and soon, there was a thin layer of sweat on Fei Ran's forehead.

Fei Hao noticed that his fingertips moved, and finally he just lowered his eyes and added more firewood to the stove.

Soon, the other two dishes came out.

Stir-fried shredded pork with lettuce and spinach mixed with peanuts, the aroma is still mouth watering.

Fei Hao stared fixedly at the three dishes on the chopping board that were delicious in color, fragrance, and flavor. He never knew that Fei Ran's cooking skills were so good.

Too much time has passed...

"Put two bowls of rice, put all the dishes on the table, and eat."

After Fei Ran gave the order, he quickly cleaned the back pot, poured two full buckets of water into it, lowered his head and filled some firewood into the stove, and then walked out of the kitchen.

In the main room, Fei Hao had just set the dishes when he saw Fei Ran walking in with an empty bowl.

I saw him walking to the table and efficiently picking some dishes from several plates with chopsticks into the empty bowl.

Seeing this scene, Fei Hao's heart suddenly turned cold.

He knew that every time Lin Chunhua didn't want to see him, she would give him some food and let him go to the kitchen to eat.

Looking at Fei Ran's action of picking vegetables, he felt that the blood in his whole body seemed to be frozen.