Chapter 136 (1/2)

It's a matter of every year to evaluate the settlement on the brigade.

I'm going to open a meeting in the city.

It's natural that there's light on the surface after a good evaluation.

But according to Lin Qinghe's past few years, the harvest of the brigade is really good, especially in the past two years, basically every year is a big harvest.

Lin Qinghe, who has no sense of collective honor, doesn't care about this. He asks directly, ”can we kill more pigs this year?”

”No.” Zhou Qingbai shakes his head.

Lin Qinghe doesn't care.

In fact, it's no good. What else can I say?

Zhou Qingbai is helpless to see her like this, and intends to talk about the sense of honor with her.

”I know, the sense of honor. Our team has made a good appraisal. The young and the young girls on the team are easy to talk about. It's also windy to go out. I know that.” Lin Qinghe begins to make noodles. Tonight, he plans to eat dumplings, he says.

Zhou Qingbai didn't speak.

Lin Qinghe looked up at him for a while and said, ”if you are OK, cut the pickles for me.”

Zhou Qingbai can only come here to cut salted vegetables.

He found out that his daughter-in-law was really different. You have to say that she understood. Sometimes her performance is really stupid.

In places like old Kyoto, she dared to go out on her own, not afraid at all, like a silly elder sister.

But if she doesn't understand, it's special Hard to deal with.

She knows everything, but she just doesn't follow the rules, but she doesn't violate the rules. Everything is within the rules, and then she goes her own way, especially standing alone.

Zhou Qingbai looks at his daughter-in-law while chopping salted vegetables.

Lin Qinghe said, ”you can eat more later. I don't like salted vegetables.”

She doesn't like the pickled pork dumpling tonight. In fact, she prefers the mushroom pork dumpling, but the mushroom is gone, so she can only eat the pickled pork dumpling.

Of course, pickled pork dumplings are very delicious in Zhou Qingbai's recipes.

”Make some other fillings.” Said Zhou Qingbai.

”I'll go to the city to buy some more in a few days. There's nothing good at home.” Said Lin Qinghe.

In the days when she and Zhou Qingbai left, Zhou's mother didn't spend any money. They eat and drink at home. Now, they can eat day by day, and their food consumption is normal.

Yesterday, I was so tired because I took a bus all the way. At this time, the smell of the car's oil fumes can really smoke people to death. So Lin Qinghe didn't want to buy some materials in the city to go home.

”Together.” Said Zhou Qingbai.

”OK.” Lin Qinghe nods.

In the evening, I have pork and pickled dumplings.

Zhou's father and mother are full of oil.

Zhou's mother asked her, ”is there any meat at home?”

In the morning, I went out to Lin Qinghe and said casually, ”I cut a piece of leftovers.”

Mother Zhou said nothing.

Now it's getting colder and colder day by day. When he goes to bed at night, Lin Qinghe likes to be close to Zhou Qingbai. The man's body temperature is warm, like a big stove.

”I asked so many times last night. Take a rest.” Before Lin Qinghe had a moment, he felt the man's passion for himself.

He is not young either, but his interest in this matter has not declined at all. He is still as usual to her.

If she didn't give it sometimes, he would come at least once a day, and the demand would be huge.

”Just once.” Zhou Qingbai said in a mute voice.

Although it's only one time, it's about one hour before and after this time.