Chapter 742 A sadistic female partner farming in the apocalypse (28)
"Pfft...hahahaha..."
Seeing Feng Shujin's face as if struck by lightning, Xu Yin laughed loudly.
After all, she was a guest, so how could she laugh so wildly in front of them? Xu Yin suppressed her laughter and found a topic to skip this embarrassing link: "Sister Jiang has prepared dinner, why not have a light meal before leaving?
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On this day, when Feng Shujin came out of Xu's house, not only was her stomach full, but her arms were also full - carrying a pair of handmade pillows and cushions.
Song Haobin and He Siyu were discussing in the living room about converting part of the basement of the community into a cellar to store winter vegetables. When they saw the boss coming in from the outside, they were both confused: When did the boss go out?
I just went out, why did I bring back two colorful pillows and cushions? Could it be that someone set up a stall outside the community and exchanged such fabrics for food with the boss? The boss was soft-hearted, so he bought a pair when he saw it
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Song Haobin stood up to pick it up: "Mr. Feng, the color of this pillow is a bit different, and it doesn't match the sofa. Why don't you put it in my room? I have two plain-color pillows in my room, which I bought on my last business trip.
It hasn’t been used much yet, I’ll get it for you.”
Feng Shujin looked at him strangely: "Why do I need your pillow?"
If it wasn't for the fact that Xiao Nizi sewed it with her own hands and didn't want to be ruined by that silly dog, he wouldn't want such a fancy thing at all, right?
Song Haobin looked confused. When Feng Shujin went upstairs with two pairs of fabrics, he turned to He Siyu and asked: "Old He, do you think the boss's aesthetics also changed after he had supernatural powers?"
He Siyu shrugged: "How would I know! I'm not a roundworm in the boss's stomach."
It wasn't until a few days later that Mrs. Jiang took advantage of the good weather to take out the quilts, blankets, pillows, cushions, etc. at home to dry them. He Siyu, who was passing by the Xu family's door, inadvertently looked up and saw a pile of colorful bedding and clothing.
Those pillows and cushions are exactly the same as the ones the boss brought home.
His eyes were thoughtful, which further confirmed his suspicion.
"Teacher Xu!"
Ahead, Song Haobin and Xu Yin met head-on.
He respects Xu Yinke now. Despite his young age, his temperament and ability are definitely comparable to those of professional agricultural students.
It’s totally worthy of being called “teacher”.
In addition, he also has his own little idea. Calling people "teacher" is much more sentimental than calling people other names.
When Xu Yin approached, he asked diligently: "Teacher Xu, you have worked hard these days. If you need anything, just tell me. You're welcome."
Xu Yin exchanged greetings with him.
"Ahem." He Siyu coughed twice, walked forward and said hello to Xu Yin, and then dragged Song Haobin into Villa No. 6.
"Lao He, what are you doing! I haven't finished speaking yet!"
"What do I do? I'm doing it for your own good!"
"..."
Song Haobin gave him a "Are you sick" look, took off his coat and sat on the sofa, resting his head on his arms with a silly look on his face.
He Siyu reminded him: "That person just now...maybe our future boss lady, you'd better keep a distance from her. What do you think the boss will think if he sees her?"
"???"
Song Haobin was shocked: "What did you say?"
After careful consideration: it seems that there are already traces to follow!
Yesterday... ah no! Same thing the day before yesterday! When the boss came back, he actually said that he had eaten next door. When asked where he had eaten, he said the neighbor's house.
At that time, I still felt puzzled: Which neighbor has such a good relationship with the boss? Invite him to dinner every three days? Now it is different from the past. Who is willing to provide good food and good food to entertain guests? I dare to stick to the neighbor next door...
Xu Yin feels something is wrong recently.
The elites in Villa No. 6 next door saw her just like grassroots cadres seeing high-ranking leaders, not to mention being more respectful.
Passing by the door, I saw something in her hand and wanted to help her carry it;
Looking down from the terrace, she was watering the yard and asked if she wanted to help;
When they went to work on the farm in the community, they asked the property manager to hold an umbrella, bring chairs and tea, for fear that she would be exposed to the sun and become tired...
Did she lose some memory? Or did they collectively wear it?
On this day, Feng Shujin came to her house again and picked up a box of Lego that could barely be called children's toys after rummaging through the cabinets.
Xu Yin was speechless: "He is too young to play with this, he will put Lego pieces in his mouth."
"Then you put it away and give it to him when he can play with it." Anyway, he had no intention of taking it back.
How can I eat with it when I take it back?
Whether it's Xiao Nizi's cooking as she pleases or Mrs. Jiang's specialty dishes, they are both more delicious than those cooked by his cook.
After eating her food, even a simple dish of cumin and egg fried rice is more delicious than the dishes the chef has worked hard to prepare.
Xu Yin didn't know what he was thinking. If she knew, she would probably say: Foodie!
The drinking water was mixed with a small amount of spiritual dew, and it tasted out after he smashed it. Mrs. Jiang ate it for so many days without saying anything.
Feng Shujin smelled the aroma of food wafting from the kitchen, smiled and picked up Guobao, and said, "Let's go! Let's go see what delicious food Mrs. Jiang makes today."
Xu Yin: "..."
Is this your brother or mine? He is so easy to hold.
By the way, her younger brother seems to be Comrade Xiaojin’s younger brother too? There’s nothing wrong with her!
Tonight, Mrs. Jiang made a big pot of stew.
The spinach, coriander, and lettuce in the field matured almost at the same time. They were all at their most tender and delicious. When I looked at this, I wanted to eat it, and when I looked at it, I wanted to eat that one, so I simply made a pot and stewed them together.
The Xu family has a mandarin duck pot, which they used to eat hot pot in the past. My dear baby can't eat spicy food yet, so I made two pot bases, the left one is a clear soup pot, and the right one is added with a piece of hot pot base.
Xu Yin blanched some green spinach for Guabao, let it cool and then put it in Guabao's special bowl. He would eat it with a child's fork.
Mrs. Jiang used to feed her, sometimes while sitting on the sofa, sometimes while playing with building blocks. Since Xu Yin came, she insisted on letting the baby sit in a child's chair and learn to eat by herself.
At first he couldn't use a spoon, so he just grabbed it with his hands, and Xu Yin didn't stop him. Now he can still use a spoon and a fork? He can use it quite smoothly.
So as long as adults know how to let go at the right time, children's learning and imitation abilities will exceed your imagination.
Feng Shujin saw that Xu Yin was busy taking care of his younger brother and didn't bother to eat, so he blanched several spinach plants and put them in her bowl: "Eat quickly, your brother will scream after eating it."
"Woo!"
"Well, just like this stupid dog."
"..."
After Niu Niu finished eating one meatball, she lay down at the door of the kitchen and screamed, as if to say: I want more.
For such a huge body, just one small meatball is not enough! Just swallow it in one gulp, not to mention stuffing it between your teeth, and the flavor has not even come out yet.
However, due to Feng Shujin's presence, it did not dare to bark, nor did it dare to dig at the door frame with its paws. It only let out a few resentful whimpers from time to time to make its presence felt, so as not to be ignored by its owner.