Interesting

He raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled. "Since you know that you can't sit only and eat food for free, go and learn how to farm today."

Since they had decided to stay, they had to keep it decently, so they bought a piece of land from the village chief.

The location of that place was very good. It was close to Dayan Mountain and far away from the Dusk River.

There was a reason why this piece of land still belonged to the village chief.

Firstly, it was not fertile enough and was a poor land.

Secondly, it was too far away from the Dusk River. Every time the villagers wanted to carry water, it would take a long time. If it was unlucky and tripped on the way, it would be lucky to bring back half a pail.

As soon as Rong Yan left, Yun Er looked at the others with a stern face. "Why didn't you remind me?"

Everyone was speechless. "Our eyelids are about to cramp. What can we do if you can't see us?"

Before he mentioned the need for brotherly love, everyone had gone away. One said that he wanted to familiarize himself with the terrain and look where the new house should be built. The other said he wanted to go into the mountains to hunt with Zhao Hu and increase their relationship. The one whose most ridiculous said that he wanted to study recipes!

In any case, all of them were heartless and disappeared in the blink of an eye…

Even Rong Yan wandered out of Zhao Hu's house. Zhao Hu's wife was going to start cooking later. He didn't want to eat, but he would be hungry if he didn't eat. It even confirmed what Yun Er said about being pampered and spoiled.

He raised his eyebrows and kicked away the annoying stones by his feet. He was not spoiled! The wife of the Zhao family cooked disgusting food! Was there no one in the village who could make delicious dishes?

He began to regret choosing to stay at this place. It was good to go to the county. At least there was a restaurant…

However, he knew that there were too many people in the county and hiding was unsuitable.

A wild fruit falling from the tree almost hit him as he was pacing in frustration. Looking up gloomily, he thought, "How good would it be if a chef fell from the sky!"

It was the most comfortable time in the sun. It was bright and moving but not as warm as at noon.

Xiaoxiao carried a small stool and her bamboo shoots to the backyard to diligently peel them.

The villagers who passed by only thought that Xiaoxiao was famished, but Rong Yan remembered the bowl of pickled, boiled fish soup that Second Aunt Ning carried in front of them.

Rong Yan suspected that he was too hungry. Otherwise, why would he have such a deep impression of the leftovers?

At this moment, the bamboo shell on the ground had already piled up to a high layer.

When Xiaoxiao got up, she saw Rong Yan standing against the light.

She had caught a glimpse of him the first time she met him in the mountains. She thought he was fair and tender but did not expect him to be so stunning up close.

Especially when compared to other men in the village, the young man in front of her was so handsome that it made her heart beat faster… Ah, no, it made one feel that he was radiant.

Coincidentally, at this moment, she noticed that the master was inadvertently pressing his stomach.

Xiaoxiao frowned.

As a chef, she knew very well what this action meant.

If it wasn't stomach pain, it was hunger. Both were related to food.

As a chef, she couldn't control her desire to feed him, especially since he was so handsome.

Hence, Xiaoxiao, who had received Madam Song's education to let her be friendly in the village, dusted off her hands and took the initiative to go forward and coax him.

"Hello, are you Uncle Zhao's nephew? We lived too close. We'll be neighbors from now on. You can come and play with me often in the future. My name is Ning Xiaoxiao."

"By the way, I'm preparing to roast bamboo shoots. If you don't mind, do you want to try one?"

Her bright black eyes made people unconsciously ignore her. Rong Yan, originally just out for a walk, nodded for some reason. After nodding, he regretted it. However, Xiaoxiao reacted extremely quickly and did not give him a chance to return to his word.

Xiaoxiao quickly packed the bamboo shoot shells on the ground and waved at Rong Yan with the peeled bamboo shoots. "Come to my house and wait for me for a while." After she finished her words, she ran away.

Rong Yan felt that it was rude to turn around and leave now. Besides, he was also curious about what roasted bamboo shoots were. Could bamboo shoots be eaten? No matter if they were bad, they wouldn't taste worse than the Zhao family's cooking.

Ning Xiaoxiao, from the modern era, didn't intend to guard against men and women. Born and raised here, Rong Yan kept a distance and walked into the courtyard with her.

He politely went to greet her parents before sitting down in the courtyard.

Listening to her parents praise him for his extraordinary temperament, sensible and polite, honorable appearance, and steady and generous. He didn't show the happiness on his face, but his pursed lips curled up.

The countryside was not bad either. At least the people here had good taste.

The courtyard was not big. Some green plants were planted around the courtyard wall, adding a few artistic conceptions to the mottled corners. Although it was not as elegant as the famous flowers in the previous residence, it was still interesting.

As she thought this, Ning Xiaoxiao ran out of the kitchen and pinched the green leaves again.

"I forgot to pick the spring onions."

Rong Yan was speechless.