Qiao Qingyu raised her eyes and asked with a smile, "Have you had lunch?"

He Xiuyu's subordinates were still moving, their voice was a little faint, "I haven't eaten yet."

His hands continued to weave the willow branches and weave the willow branches on the right towards the left. Because there is no need for load bearing, a vine was placed in the middle to make a keel bone, and then weave it from the right to the left to form a grape trellis.

In another month, the grape trellis will be covered with grape leaves. In autumn, maybe a few bunches of grapes can be produced.

After all, it is produced in the laboratory and the quality is definitely guaranteed.

Qiao Qingyu turned her head to look at Xiaohu and Rongrong standing next to her, "You two help me to help you uncle, I'll cook for you."

The two children nodded happily.

Qiao Qingyu, who walked to the door, heard He Xiuyu's clear voice ringing behind his back, "Comrade Qiao Qingyu, I want to eat fried potato slices with chili peppers.

Qiao Qingyu pointed to the mushrooms in the wicker basket, "You came back today. We just went to pick mushrooms. I will use chili peppers to stir-fry the mushrooms for you."

He Xiuyu curled the corners of his mouth and then began to weave the willow branches. He weaves the willow branches into a net to cover the entire grape rack.

The crafting method is very exquisite. When you look at it from the steps, the arched grape trellis is very standard.

Who did he learn from?

Qiao Qingyu started cooking, and glanced at He Xiuyu standing on the stool while cooking.

Has this guy encountered something?

In fact, this is their third time meeting since he sent her a tractor.

Or it is actually not easy to marry a man like He Xiuyu, but Qiao Qingyu is not a person who stays at home, so the two of them are now equal to each other.

Qiao Qingyu came back late today with her two children, otherwise she wouldn't have asked He Xiuyu if she had eaten, because it was already one pm when they arrived home.

It seems that He Xiuyu has been back for more than an hour.

Qiao Qingyu was neat and picked the mushrooms, washed them a few times, then blanched them in the pot, squeezed them out and put them aside. When she passed by the supply and marketing cooperative just now, she went in and looked at them, but there was still no meat. It is said that this season is not the season for slaughtering pigs.

Of course, there is less pork.

She still had some meat oil, used half a spoon, heated it up, put it in a shredded green onion, ginger, stir-fry it, and then poured the cabbage leaves and mushrooms into the pot.

So sizzling...

The smell of smell floated out from the open kitchen door.

Xiao Hu swallowed a saliva and handed He Xiuyu more attentively.

Rongrong ran to the kitchen door and smiled at Qiao Qingyu with curved eyebrows.

He Xiuyu smelled the scent of stir-fried mushrooms with peppers, and his anxious heart calmed down little by little.

After dinner, the two children continued to weave grape trellis with He Xiuyu, and the grape trellis was finished when the sun set.

From a distance, it looks like a work of art.

He Xiuyu's craftsmanship is really good.

He swept the yard and dragged the cement floor in the room. Qiao Qingyu secretly watched. It would be nice if he kept going like this.

Qiao Qing’s jade-packed wontons at night.

The wonton filling was made of eggs with diced mushrooms and finely chopped green peppers, and a little seaweed was added to the soup base, and the cilantro foam was sprinkled with it. It looked good and delicious.

The moon climbed up to the treetops of poplar trees, and the silver moonlight sprinkled down, covering the earth with a faint veil.

Qiao Qingyu left the house. At this moment, He Xiuyu was not in the study, so he sat on the cement steps in front of the door.

The weather is already very hot in July.

Qiao Qingyu also changed into a nightgown. It was made by Han Xianglan for her when she was in the Qiao family brigade. The way she drew it was made by Han Xianglan in just one day with a sewing machine.

I have to say that Han Xianglan's hand was so clever that she spent another day embroidering small flowers on the collar cuffs and skirt with yellow thread.

Qiao Qingyu likes it very much, especially nowadays, the cotton cloth is real cotton, which has very good breathability, but it is thicker.

When she stood on the steps, He Xiuyu, who was facing her back, noticed footsteps behind her. He did not turn around. He sat on the steps, bent his long legs and put his hands on his knees.

Qiao Qingyu glanced at him and found that he was holding a cigarette in his hand, but he didn't lit it, just rubbing it around in his hand like that.

This is really a concern.

It’s not that Qiao Qingyu is so sensitive, it’s because He Xiuyu’s emotions are really strong.

"Why don't you sleep?" He Xiuyu's voice was light, "You have worked hard all day."

Qiao Qingyu is not easy now. She has to help him take Rongrong every now and then, make three meals a day, and check the growth of thousands of silk hemp and barley grass every day.

She is less than eighteen years old now, but many times everyone can ignore her age at the same time, including Lao Wei and Lao Xie.

Qiao Qingyu smiled, "It's okay today, so I led my two children to pick mushrooms, and then came back..."

He Xiuyu lowered his head and held the cigarette in his hand. At this moment, he had an indescribable aura of decadence. Qiao Qingyu thought about it and would care for her, and she asked, "He Xiuyu, do you have any worries?"

He Xiuyu looked up at Qiao Qingyu standing under the steps.

Qiao Qingyu is beautiful. If she is described as a little more explicit, she is like a flower that is about to bloom under the moonlight.

The eyes that were so clear that they looked to the end were concerned at this time and there was no way to fake it. It was Qiao Qingyu who made He Xiuyu's voice softer, "I'm fine, you go back and rest."

Qiao Qingyu couldn't say whether she was disappointed or not. She didn't ask the truth, nor did she have to know the secrets.

Since He Xiuyu doesn't want to say it, then forget it.

She went up the steps and wanted to enter the house.

However, Qiao Qingyu suddenly remembered something. She had always wanted to ask about it, but she didn't find a suitable opportunity. She put her hand on the door handle. Because she was wearing a skirt, it was not convenient to squat down. She half bent down and looked at He Xiuyu, "He Xiuyu, I have a question, I haven't found an opportunity to ask you."

He Xiuyu's eyebrows were soft, and a smile flowed in his eyes, "What a question, it seems that you have been holding it in for a long time..."

"Yes." Qiao Qingyu nodded hurriedly.

He Xiuyu's warm voice was like a clear spring flowing through his heart in the night, "You ask."

Qiao Qingyu looked at He Xiuyu up and down, and his expression became serious, "He Xiuyu, I have always been curious, where is your gun hidden?"

Suddenly there was tranquility around.

It seemed that the air had stopped flowing.

The next second, He Xiuyu was shocked, and then he started coughing because of a poor breathing.
Chapter completed!