Chapter 4: Do you want to go home? Song Qingshu woke up…

When Song Qingshu woke up, the sky was bright outside. He dressed and went out. As he opened the door, a large black dog ran over,

tongue hanging out and twirling excitedly.

He immediately recognized the big black dog that had saved him the night before. Remembering the voice that called out to him the night before, he bent down and rubbed his head.

"So your name is Xiao Hei!"

He rubbed gently. Xiao Hei bowed his head obediently, then raised it back to wait for someone to scratch his chin.

Song Qingshu's fingertips were cool, while the black dog was warm. He scratched the dog's chin, his fingertips gradually becoming warm.

He suddenly remembered the warmth of a hand holding his paw at dawn.

Burning.

It couldn't be… His eyelids suddenly twitched. It couldn't be. They had only just met last night.

The door opened, and He Feng wheeled in a 28-inch bicycle. The basket was filled with daily necessities: teacups, tooth mugs, toothbrushes, towels, and even a new soap.

He also carried freshly cut pork and pears.

He also saw Song Qingshu standing at the door, petting the dog, "Are you awake?" "

Just in time, brush your teeth and wash your face with a new toothbrush and towel."

He came over with his things and placed the toiletries on the washbasin rack.

Xiao Hei, who smelled the meat, immediately ran to He Feng's side, twirling around, his tail wagging in an increasingly larger arc, hitting He Feng's trouser legs with a thud.

After Song Qingshu picked up the newly bought supplies and finished washing up, he saw wisps of smoke emanating from the chimney on the kitchen roof.

The neighbor's house was not to be outdone, the smoke curved up into the sky and gradually dissipated.

He blinked his eyes, and Xiao Hei, who had been driven out, wanted to play with him and scratched his trouser legs with his paws.

It was a different attitude from the one he had towards He Feng.

He walked to the kitchen door, and He Feng, who had just started the pot, was wearing a black apron. It didn't look out of place on the tall man, but rather gave him a husband-like feeling.

Before his eyes could linger for too long, he was caught by the man.

He Feng put the fat meat he had just bought into the pot, along with a little bit of lean meat. On the chopping board were chopped green peppers and chopped beans. Next to him was a bowl filled with lean meat cut into long strips.

He waved the spatula and casually looked up and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Xiao Hei at his feet was twisting his huge body and whimpering softly. Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment before he hummed.

The hot pork was fried to release oil, and the smoke was floating in the kitchen. He reached out and opened the kitchen window.

The smoke floated out through the window and landed on the persimmon tree outside the kitchen door, making the leaves shiny and swaying in the sunlight under the care of the wind.

Turning around, he saw that there was only a little wood left in the stove, and it was about to fall off. He quickly reached in and stuffed it in.

Fortunately, the water in the wood had dried up, and the bottom of the wood was not hot. He stood behind the pot and whimpered. The pork had been squeezed dry and turned into a thin slice.

He Feng scooped out the fried lard and lard residue, leaving some oil behind. Freshly sliced pork, still a bit fat, was on the side. He set down the spatula and prepared to add more firewood.

Seeing Song Qingshu staring intently at the pot, he knew he was truly hungry.

"Go play with Xiao Hei for a while. The chili peppers will choke you later,"

he said, as if to send a child off. Song Qingshu couldn't cook, and staying here was afraid of delaying him. With a "oh," he called Xiao Hei out.

Song Qingshu hadn't thought it would be that choking, but as the seemingly insignificant green chilies were tossed into the pot, a sizzling sound erupted, and acrid green smoke wafted out.

He tried to hold back a cough, but the pungent smell seeped into his nose, making it difficult to bear.

He held it in until the man in the kitchen coughed twice and yawned, then he coughed.

After a while, the pungent smell dissipated, and the aroma gradually emerged. Xiao Hei, excited, turned around and stood before Song Qingshu, holding his small iron basin in his mouth.

Song Qingshu couldn't help himself and went back into the kitchen.

He Feng put the stir-fried pork with chili peppers on the big pot, poured some oil into the small pot, put the beans and green onions into the pot, stir-fried, added some salt and seasonings, and finally cracked two eggs in.

This dish does not take time to cook, and the eggs basically do not need fire after being put into the pot. He Feng casually stir-fried them a few times and stuffed the unburned wood into the ash below.

"Okay, it's time to eat."

Song Qingshu was about to help serve the dishes when the door was pushed open. Xiao Hei threw down the rice bowl and barked twice. He Feng came out. It was his neighbor, Grandma Liu.

She brought over a plate of pancakes. They were made of white flour with chopped green onions. They were fried until slightly yellow and very fragrant.

"Xiao Feng, why are you eating so early today?"

Although she was in her seventies, Liu Cuiling was in good health, able to eat and work. The youngest child in the family had grown up, and several children were promising and went to work in the city.

When she came home, she would bring her some rice, flour, oil, and money.

The old lady raised two small dogs and had chickens and ducks at home,

so she lived a relatively comfortable life. He Feng often helped her change lightbulbs and looked for the chickens and ducks when they went missing, so she was always kind to him.

According to seniority, He Feng and her husband were of the same generation, so he couldn't call her grandma. "Well, there's someone home today. Bring me some pancakes, let's eat together."

Song Qingshu, who was choking and about to sneeze after carrying a plate of stir-fried pork with chili peppers, came over and said, "Yes, grandma, let's eat together."

Grandma Liu looked at Song Qingshu's face. The child was handsome, fair, and handsome, though he looked a little sickly.

Hearing Song Qingshu's words, she quickly waved her hand, "Oh, you can't call me grandma. We're not of the same generation." "

We still have chickens and ducks to feed. I fried too many today, and I was afraid Xiaofeng wouldn't cook again, so I brought them here."

With that, she shoved the plate into He Feng's hands and walked briskly out the door.

He Feng lifted the pot, revealing white flour buns and sweet potato porridge. He scooped out two bowls and carried them into the main room.

On the table sat two dishes and a plate of scallion pancakes. He'd cooked generously, and the portions were generous; they were more than enough for the two of them.

Afraid that Song Qingshu would be embarrassed, he picked one up and handed it to him. "Sister Liu's cooking is delicious, and the pancakes aren't greasy and are delicious. Try it."

Song Qingshu took the pancake, stunned. It was still warm, not too hot, and the scallion aroma instantly filled his nose. It

was indeed fragrant.

"Sister Liu?" Song Qingshu couldn't help but ask.

"Well, her husband and I are of the same generation. Many people in the village call us Grandpa, and those younger than us call us Great Grandpa."

Song Qingshu knew that the village followed a hierarchy, and everyone respected He Feng, but he hadn't expected him to be so senior.

His shock was obvious, like a frightened kitten, his eyes widening and his mouth unconsciously opening slightly.

"Her husband loves pancakes, and always makes extra, then sends two pancakes."

Indeed, on the plate were two pancakes stacked in a triangle, evenly thick and thin, so they wouldn't be uncomfortable to bite.

The noodles are soft when you take a bite, and the aroma of green onions and seasonings blend together, filling your mouth, mixed with the aroma of oil, and the more you chew, the more fragrant it becomes.

Sometimes he would choke if he chewed too fast, so Song Qingshu would lower his head and imitate He Feng to drink the porridge.

Xiao Hei was anxiously circling outside, but finally he brought his iron basin over and dropped it on the brick floor with a clang.

Song Qingshu thought it was funny to see Xiao Hei staring at the dishes on the table and the two people with his round eyes, looking left and right, so greedy that he wanted to dig up the table.

He curled his lips and said, "It wants to eat too."

He thought he would not get a response, but He Feng answered him, "Well, you eat yours, I'll feed it."

Then he picked out two pieces of sweet potatoes from the sweet potato porridge and threw them to Xiao Hei, picked up the white flour bun, and started eating it by himself.

Song Qingshu found it even more interesting, so he also stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the dishes. The stir-fried pork with peppers was still a bit spicy, and he couldn't eat peppers very well.

He Feng picked out some lean meat, moved the beans in front of him a little, and put them down for him to eat.

After he finished eating a little, He Feng would take more, and Song Qingshu had no choice but to say, "Don't take more, brother. I want to eat eggs."

But the chopped beans were not easy to pick up even if they were a little condensed by the eggs, and it was difficult to use chopsticks after taking away the large pieces.

He Feng stood up, went to the square table, took out an iron spoon and placed it in front of Song Qingshu.

Out of politeness, Song Qingshu subconsciously thanked him, "Thank you, brother."

He Feng looked at him, "Do you have a nickname?"

Song Qingshu didn't know why he suddenly asked this, but nodded and said the nickname that his grandmother called him in his memory, "Zi Zi."

This name is really childish for a young man who has already grown up.

But He Feng didn't think so. Instead, he thought it should be the love of Song Qingshu's family for him, plus Song Qingshu has a fair complexion and doesn't look big.

It's very suitable.

"Son, you'll be living here from now on."

"You don't have to be so polite. You don't have to thank me for everything."

Song Qingshu has been growing up in an orphanage since he was eight years old. All the teachers and the headmaster, his father, taught him to be polite, kind to everyone, and sensible.

But now, He Feng said, he didn't have to be so polite.

Does that mean he can really treat this place as his home?

He swallowed the sourness in his throat and smiled, "Yeah, I'll listen to you, brother."

He Feng ate all the chili in a plate of stir-fried pork with chili, and finished the meat after Song Qingshu refused, leaving only some vegetable soup.

He also ate the scrambled eggs with beans, but seeing that Song Qingshu worked hard for a long time, he still had half a plate of pancakes left after finishing them, and only ate a piece of sweet potato and drank half a bowl of porridge.

Suddenly, I understood why he was so thin.

"Brother, I'm really full. That pancake is quite solid. I'll feel uncomfortable if I eat more." He said seriously.

"Do I have to go to work later?"

He Feng shook his head. "I met the village chief this morning. He said that we don't have to work today. It seems that we have to finish early."

Song Qingshu mobilized the memories of the original owner in his mind. It takes three years to go to the countryside, and he has only been here for two years. "End?"

He Feng poured his remaining sweet potato porridge into the dog bowl, and Xiao Hei licked it confusedly.

He broke off some white flour buns and put them in the vegetable soup with peppers and pork, mixed them, and his expression did not change. "Well, it is said that it is a new policy arrangement."

He Feng turned around smoothly and put the buns into Xiao Hei's iron basin with a slightly dented corner.

But before he spoke, he looked at Song Qingshu's profile. The young man was staring at Xiao Hei who was eating in a hurry, with a serious expression.

He paused again, "Do you want to go home?"