Seventy School Master Happy life

Chapter 3 Familiar taste

　　The man made a grunting sound while holding back the laughter in his throat. Si Wen's face was a little red, but thinking that this morning was not a shame, he let go of it completely and looked up at the man in front of him with his face raised.

　　The corners of the raised mouth were pressed down with all his might to outline a good-looking lip line, and the thin lines depicted the whole person, but they did not look thin, but looked strong and energetic. He was a completely different type from the handsome boys in the era she came, but he didn't lose his style at all, on the contrary, he was a bit tougher and more heroic.

　　This should be able to meet the standard of debut in modern times!

　　Outside the circle, I don't chase stars. I only occasionally YY. The school girl Si Wen stroked his beard in his heart and nodded.

　　Cheng Lin saw that the girl looked up at him with a small face and did not shy away from it. After being stunned for a while, he found it interesting. It seems that few girls in the village are so bold, at least he has never seen such a bright stare at a man.

　　He had never been in contact with this educated youth named Si Wen before, so he didn't know if it was her original personality or what went wrong.

　　Unlike most girls in the village, her face is very white and tender, which may be due to the weak body. This almost transparent white has a bit of unnatural flushing, and the two big braids hang down on her chest a bit frizzy. With the sound of tight and slightly heavy breathing, he swayed in front of his chest...

　　Cheng Lin hurriedly looked away, and unnaturally quickly lifted the kang table to the kang, and placed the items in the basket on the table one by one.

　　"I made it, don't dislike it."

　　The things on the polished wooden table are not rich, even for people like Si Wen who can pass the time with a stutter, it is too simple, but already Si Wen, who had an empty meal, was already hungry, not to mention that today's meal looked much more delicious than yesterday's lunch.

　　In the golden polenta, you can see the finely broken and crystal clear corn kernels. The thick corn porridge has formed a layer of rice oil film. Compared with the half bowl of water in the bowl of porridge yesterday, it immediately increases the appetite.

　　The wotou is also different from yesterday's. It seems that the flour is finer, and it looks a lot more delicate.

　　What added flavor to this bland meal was a plate of ordinary-looking pickles. She couldn't tell the smell of sesame oil. She only felt that the smell was familiar, as if she had often smelled it before.

　　Tough guys are also sad about starvation. Si Wen, who has never been hungry, has long forgotten how to write the word restraint. He only knows that the rice bowl is delivered to his hand.

　　With an eager attitude in his heart, he calmly took a mouthful of porridge, which was fragrant and thick, and could taste the unique fragrance of corn. Wotou really should be more delicate, at least more palatable in taste, not so rough.

　　Si Wen's eyes widened immediately after he took a bite of the plain-looking shredded pickled vegetables.

　　Last night, in her wild thoughts, she wondered if she had gone to another world, and the loneliness of that other world would engulf her.

　　Compared with going back a few decades ago, she is more afraid of coming to a world that has no intersection with the past, so she has no expectations for the future life, after all, as long as she is still standing on this land, no matter how sooner or later. , this is her home.