Chapter 36: Cub, try Song Qingshu's first...

The first thing Song Qingshu did upon returning home was go to Mrs. Liu's house and bring Xiaohua back. Xiaohei must have gone out to the streets again, looking for big bones.

He Feng had also gone out to the streets, and on their return, they saw a cow being pulled up to Wang Chunsheng's door, saying it was ready to be slaughtered. It

was the first time Song Qingshu had seen a live cow. It looked much taller and stronger than a pig, its whip swinging behind it.

He was puzzled. "Slaughtering the cow this afternoon, aren't you afraid you won't be able to sell all the meat?"

He Feng turned to look at the cow, which required a large man to hold down. He explained that tomorrow was the Dragon Boat Festival, and there would be a lot of demand for meat. And since Chunsheng was skilled, he would cook it and sell it.

Wang Chunsheng was a Hui Muslim. His home was two miles across the South Bridge. He had married a girl from the street and moved in.

Hui villages had many cattle, so he would take advantage of any festivals to go to the village, collect one, skin it, and sell it immediately after slaughtering it.

People from the neighboring town even came specially to buy fresh beef.

Song Qingshu didn't dare watch the slaughtering process, thinking he could put the things he'd bought in order. Even though He Feng had said he'd wait until he got back to clean up, the pile of food and daily necessities piled up on the small table made Song Qingshu uncomfortable.

Fruits and dried fruits were easy to put away, and He Feng's cooking supplies were stored in the kitchen cupboards. Only the things he'd quietly reminded He Feng to buy made him blush.

So, when He Feng returned with the pig's trotters and beef, he found him standing at the table, lost in thought.

His fair face was a little pink, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

He walked over and saw that everything on the table had been cleared, leaving only the things needed for sex. "Why aren't you clearing it? Where are you going to put it, baby?"

A sudden voice from behind startled Song Qingshu. "Brother."

His distinct black and white eyes met He Feng's slightly teasing gaze, but he looked away instantly. Seeing what He Feng was holding, he quickly changed the subject. "Brother, you bought so much beef?"

"Yeah, I was worried that baby wasn't full, so he kept thinking about other things."

Song Qingshu hadn't expected such a dirty talk. He looked up at him angrily. "I'm going to read a book."

He turned and was about to go to the inner room, but He Feng put down his things and pulled him in, pulling him into his arms and kissing his flushed face.

He even wanted to bite his warm, soft cheeks, so soft and inviting to knead and nibble.

The slight discomfort Song Qingshu felt at the kiss dissipated, or rather, when He Feng grasped his wrist, the scorching heat spreading across his body, he felt happy.

"Aren't you tired? Instead of resting, you're still packing these things."

Song Qingshu leaned back in his broad arms. He Feng's lips brushed against his ear, his breath tingling against it.

Uncomfortable, Song Qingshu tilted his head, trying to hide. "It doesn't look good piled there."

His reasoning made He Feng laugh and cry. "Next time, I'll arrange it nicely before you leave. Our hands are for writing, not for working. Got it?"

A rough hand touched Song Qingshu's, enveloping his slender, beautiful hand.

If Song Qingshu had glanced sideways, he would have seen the gentle, affectionate look He Feng gave him as he glanced at his profile. His cherishment for him was written all over his face.

Song Qingshu understood what he meant, but didn't say anything about what he could do.

He Feng simply carried him back, returned to the small square table, sat Song Qingshu on a wooden stool, and pointed at the things on the table. "Put this away for now, little one. We've been together for so little time, and you're still young. You need to think about this." "

Then how long is considered long?" Song Qingshu pressed on.

He Feng did not give a direct answer, "At least, for a while, okay?"

He went to the city and looked at the home of Song Qingshu's friend, the bustling streets. The city is always better than the countryside, even getting medicine is much more convenient.

Song Qingshu likes the food and fun there, and the various gadgets sold on the stalls are novel, as if he is visiting for the first time.

How could it be?

He grew up in the city since he was a child, and he is very familiar with the way to Tian Mengfan's house. The small yard of Tian Mengfan's house is clean, and there are flowers and plants, only a few green onions are heavier by the wall.

He Feng subconsciously felt that Song Qingshu would like Tian Mengfan's house, so much so that He Feng did not have the courage to go in and take a look at the decoration inside.

He was afraid of seeing something better, and he felt that his home was not suitable for Song Qingshu to stay.

That's why when he knew Shuangshuang was a little afraid of him, he smiled and said that he could play with her and help her push the swing.

Song Qingshu lowered his eyes and nodded, his tone a little lonely, "Okay, then put these away first and put them in the cabinet in your room."

He Feng walked over and half-knelt in front of Song Qingshu, "Son, tomorrow morning, go to the field with me and kowtow."

Although he didn't know whether Song Qingshu would regret it, He Feng had already accepted this person in his heart. Taking him to see his parents was also a courtesy.

As for whether his parents recognized him or not, if they were angry, they could come and curse him in his dreams, and He Feng could see them again.

Song Qingshu took He Feng to see Tian Mengfan because he was the only person he could call family here, besides He Feng. Friends were relatives he had chosen, so He Feng could also be considered to have met his own relatives.

Now He Feng wanted to take him to worship his parents and kowtow, which should be the same as his own intention.

The sudden uneasiness that had arisen just now was suppressed by these words. He looked into He Feng's eyes, which were full of him, nodded heavily, and said yes.

He Feng pulled over a bench and sat down next to Song Qingshu. "Where's the pomelo?"

"In the cupboard." There were two cupboards in the house, one in the kitchen and one in the main room.

It was next to the main room door, not blocking the window.

He Feng went over and took it out. The pomelo was indeed quite large, heavy in his arms, surely juicy.

He took a machete and used the sharpened tip to slice open the pomelo's skin. Then, with a firm push, the pomelo's delicate fragrance filled the air.

"Brother, don't throw this peel away. It'll freshen the air."

He had actually seen a recipe online for making pomelo candy with pomelo peels, but he couldn't quite remember it.

"Okay." He Feng meticulously peeled the pomelo, prying open a segment of flesh and tearing off the thin membrane surrounding it.

He did it like peeling an orange for Song Qingshu, meticulously removing every white vein. Song Qingshu reached out to peel the pomelo segment, and he pressed a piece of cleanly peeled flesh into his palm.

"Brother, this doesn't count as work." So he couldn't be stopped from peeling it himself.

He Feng suddenly laughed, "Brother, I just like the feeling of serving my wife."

The word "wife" made Song Qingshu's face, which had originally cooled down, heat up again, and it was even redder than before.

He Feng cut the peeled pomelo into two halves and stuffed them into his mouth when he was about to open his mouth to speak, so as to prevent him from saying anything that Song Qingshu didn't dare to hear.

He Feng's mouth was blocked by the pomelo, so he could only stare at Song Qingshu with his eyes. He was a little fierce at first, as if he wanted to chew and swallow Song Qingshu, but when he saw that the other party was laughing, he laughed too.

"Let's send some to Sister Liu." Song Qingshu said proactively.

He Feng swallowed the grapefruit in his mouth, leaned over and kissed Song Qingshu on the lips, "Baby, try it, it seems a little sour."

The kiss with the taste of grapefruit, the sweetness with a hint of sourness stimulated the tip of the tongue, and the saliva overflowing from the root of the tongue was taken away by He Feng.

He kissed deeply, and then withdrew when Song Qingshu took the initiative, "She will find this too sour and won't eat it, take something else."

The green grapes that Mrs. Liu's children brought back in the summer before had a very light sour taste, but Mrs. Liu still found it too sour and gave it to He Feng.

He Feng touched Song Qingshu's head, got up and went to the cupboard to find a cloth bag to put the things he bought from the city in.

He saw the oatmeal outside, "Baby, we still have to make rice soup and stir-fry in the evening, okay?"

Song Qingshu just stuffed the grapefruit into his mouth and said yes in a slurred voice.

After packing the things, He Feng handed them directly to Song Qingshu, "Take them to Sister Liu. I'll wash the rice and cook."

Song Qingshu stood up, clapped his hands, and took the bag. "Then we'll eat half today. Let's cover the rest in an enamel basin."

He Feng went to the kitchen, got an enamel basin, and covered it tightly. Looking at the pomelo on the table, he washed his hands again and began to peel it. He also took a bowl to put the crystal clear pomelo flesh.

He ate the ones that were not peeled well, and put the whole ones in the bowl.

Sister Liu would definitely pull Song Qingshu aside to chat. In fact, she used to be capable and didn't chat much, but after she became a person, she would chat with everyone, young and old.

Because she was a nice person, everyone liked to chat with her. After

He Feng finished everything, he ran to the kitchen to wash the rice and cook. He not only put in the oatmeal, but also a handful of raisins.

Song Qingshu always thought it was too sweet to eat it directly, so he would stop after a few.

He doesn't mind eating candies, but he can't eat raisins. But if you put them in rice porridge, he will eat them.

After noticing him like this, He Feng would throw some into the pot from time to time, thinking that Song Qingshu would eat more.

When he bought beef, he also bought some chili peppers, which went perfectly with the fresh beef to make stir-fried beef.

Song Qingshu was talking to Mrs. Liu at her house. She had eaten early today, and when Song Qingshu came over, she was tidying up the house, explaining that her grandchildren were staying for two days and making the beds.

She was happy and had something to say to Song Qingshu.

It was completely dark, and He Feng didn't come back. In fact, it was only about half an hour, but he still took the initiative to run over and call them home for dinner.

"Sister-in-law, have you eaten yet?" Mrs. Liu saw He Feng and asked him to sit down. He Feng waved his hand and said, "No, I came to call him home for dinner. If you haven't eaten yet, come and eat with us."

Mrs. Liu was still thinking about her grandchildren. She did eat dinner in the evening, and waved her hand to let them go home.

The autumn night breeze wasn't as scorching, and it felt cool and comfortable on the skin.

As soon as he entered the yard, Xiao Hei pounced on him, breathing heavily and nibbling at him. Song Qingshu looked at him with a smile, "What did you bring back today?"

He Feng tied his apron around himself again and prepared to stir-fry beef. Hearing Song Qingshu's words, he continued, "He eats well. He gets to pick out any unwanted organs or shaved bones first."

"Aren't there any other dogs squatting nearby?" Song Qingshu asked, stroking Xiao Hei's thick fur.

"Of course not! He'd have to be able to beat Xiao Hei. He's so big and strong, he'd pin down any small dog and bite them. If they didn't obey, no dog would fight him."

Xiao Hei tilted his head back, following Song Qingshu's hand, as if waiting for praise. Xiao Hua came out from the corner, licking her fur.

Seeing Xiao Hua, Song Qingshu stopped petting Xiao Hei and ran over to pick her up and rub her. If it weren't for the fact that Xiao Hua hadn't been bathed in seven or eight days, he would have bent down and kissed her.

The kitchen was filled with the sizzling sound of oil. The meat was just put into the wok and stir-fried for a few times before the aroma came out like white smoke from the chimney on the roof, drilling into people's nostrils.

Song Qingshu knew he was hungry when he smelled the smell, and without waiting for He Feng to speak, he put Xiaohua down to wash his hands.

Xiaohua was suddenly put on the ground, and looked at Song Qingshu's back and meowed twice. Xiaohei used his big nose to nudge her and she rolled around on the ground with fur.

There was a little dirt on her fur, which originally looked clean. Xiaohua stared at Xiaohei with her round eyes, shook off the dirt on her body, and tiptoed towards the house.

Song Qingshu walked to the kitchen, and the stir-fried beef was just coming out of the pot. The fragrant smell made him want to eat it

. He swallowed his saliva and praised: "Brother, your cooking smells really good!" He Feng lifted the lid of the big pot and took out the steamed buns, then hung the grate on the nails nailed on the wall. "Maybe it's a little spicy. It was a little spicy when I cut the green peppers just now." "It's

okay. It doesn't matter if it's a little spicy." Song Qingshu took the bowl and walked away. His pace was getting faster and faster, just like Xiaohua who was avoiding Xiaohei just now.

In fact, he was pretending not to hear what He Feng said behind him: "Then eat half an extra steamed bun tonight."