Ruan Xiangxiang looked at Li Cui: "Mom, get ready, I'll let Butler Cui arrange the tables and chairs."
"Hey, okay." Li Cui agreed repeatedly.
Ruan Xiangxiang nodded, then turned around and went out. When she walked to the door, she found that Chu Munan did not follow.
She looked back and saw that Chu Munan was still standing in his original position, and Li Xiaojiao beside her was talking to him diligently.
Seeing this scene, Ruan Xiangxiang felt inexplicably unhappy.
"Mu Nan, why don't you leave?"
"Sister, you go first, I'll be back later."
Ruan Xiangxiang suddenly became even more dissatisfied, lightly stamped her foot, then turned and left.
Li Xiaojiao here is like a cowhide plaster, wanting to stick it on Chu Munan's body.
Chu Munan nodded slightly, closed the lid, carried the bamboo basket, and walked outside.
When Li Xiaojiao saw it, she quickly put down her rice spoon and wanted to chase him out.
Chu Munanli didn't bother to pay attention to her, turned around and walked to the stove.
"Put it in here."
"If you cover it like this, the rice won't cool down so quickly."
Li Cui said hurriedly: "Let the children wait outside for dinner, and I will light the fire for you."
Li Cui saw him scooping up so much rice, so he came over with a bamboo basket.
Widow Liu brought a large tureen, turned it over and placed it on the rice bowl.
"Xiaojiao, where are you going?"
Chu Munan nodded, put the bowl in, and was about to close the lid.
He saw Li Cui holding a spoon and ladling soup from the pot into a wooden bucket, so he reached out.
She was holding a rice spoon, and it was difficult for Chu Munan to grab it. After all, he didn't want to have any physical contact with her.
Chu Munan took the spoon and pressed it hard, and then added two more spoons to the bowl. He didn't stop until the bowl couldn't hold it anymore.
"Ah, your name is Mu Nan. Mr. Mu, I sing very well. How about I sing a song for you called "Little Girl"."
The bowl in his hand was filled instantly.
"No, no need." Widow Liu declined repeatedly: "Sister Li, you are the village owner's mother, you should go outside to accompany the village owner."
"Mr. Mu, you are hungry, right? Let me serve you some food."
"Auntie, give me the spoon."
"Aunt Liu, where's the rice spoon?"
Her actions in wiping the dishes were also very artificial, and it looked like she couldn't finish wiping them in a long time.
Chu Munan was too lazy to pay attention to her and took a big bowl by himself.
Li Xiaojiao was about to leave, but was held back by Widow Liu.
Li Xiaojiao took a bowl and took out a handkerchief with her left hand to clean the bowl for him.
"I'm going out for a while, I have something to do."
"It's hanging over there." Widow Liu was ladling wild vegetable soup into the basin. She couldn't take her hands off, so she turned around and raised her chin in the direction of the chopstick box next to her.
Li Xiaojiao cooed and flattered Chu Munan indescribably.
Chu Munan quickly stepped forward with a spoon and dug out two large spoonfuls of raw rice from the town.
Li Xiaojiao immediately stepped forward eagerly, took off the rice spoon, and walked quickly to Chu Munan.
"I'm in need of help here, are you leaving?" Widow Liu said with a serious face: "Come here, help my mother light the fire, there is another dish to fry."
Li Cui agreed and quickly handed over the spoon.
Li Cui was still hesitating.
Widow Liu advised again: "Sister Li, although the owner of the village has ideas, she is still young after all. The people in this village were all born as bandits. You are her mother. If you don't help her, I will
I’m afraid that the village owner will suffer a loss for her.”
Li Cui was stunned for a moment, then realized what she was doing, and quickly thanked Widow Liu profusely, then turned around and went out.
Li Xiaojiao was unhappy, pouted, and came over, complaining: "Mom, Aunt Li said she would help you, why do you have to keep me here to light the fire? I have other things to do."
