Dog Man

"Dog Man" You are delicious

Yan Zhao has been busy growing cherries in the greenhouse recently. He is busy in the mountains during the day and rushes back to the city to accompany her at night.

Yan's father and mother discussed setting up a fruit shop for him in the city, but Yan Zhao did not agree. He was worried that he would not know what happened to his parents without him.

Yan's father and mother knew that he was filial, but they felt sorry that he was too tired from traveling back and forth. However, Yan Zhao was enjoying himself and didn't feel tired at all. He was so busy during the day that when he came to Qiao Jiang at night, he didn't even mention a word and just said I miss her so much today.

The blue iron door was pushed open. Yan Zhao, who was covered in dirty clothes, was stunned for a moment when he saw the person sitting on the bed. Then there was huge joy in his eyes: "Why are you here?"

Qiao Jiang pinched the photo and raised her eyebrows slightly. Provoke: "Infringement of portrait rights, do you know how much compensation you have to pay?"

"How much compensation do you want?" Yan Zhao took off his dirty clothes, closed the door, got to the bed, and hugged her tightly, "I'm all Is the compensation enough for you?"

"It stinks." Qiao Jiang frowned at the smell of his body. He smelled of everything, including mud, grass, and a strong smell of sweat.

"Men smell bad." Yan Zhao bit her mouth and kissed her neck, "You smell good."

She pinched his nipples. He was so used to being pinched that he didn't even move, and even touched his neck. Expose it to her to bite.

The man was thick-skinned and muscular. Qiao Jiang couldn't push him or pinch him, so she simply leaned on his shoulder and listened to his rough voice: "I miss you very much today."

He said this every day. sentence.

Qiao Jiang thought she would get bored, but strangely, she didn't.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Yan Zhao put his arm around her waist and gently rubbed his rough palm through her sweater. "Do you want to eat it at my house?"

Qiao Jiang looked at the barrel of oranges carved out of wood on the ground and nodded. : "Okay."

Yan Zhao led Qiao Jiang home. On the way, regardless of whether they were men, women or children, their eyes widened when they saw them, and then they kept saying, "Ah Da! Congratulations! Your girlfriend is so pretty!"

" Thank you." Yan Zhao smiled with his white teeth, "Thank you."

Father Yan was also busy in the fields. Only his mother was cooking at home. When she saw Qiao Jiang coming, her mother quickly called her father and asked him to immediately. I immediately went to buy some food and came back, saying that Qiao Jiang was here.

When Yan's father heard this, he didn't even put on his shoes. He ran out for a few steps before he remembered to go back and put on his shoes. On the way, he touched his pocket and found that he didn't have any money. He happened to run into Lao Li's house and grabbed him and took his pocket. The three hundred and twenty-four yuan in the house was completely wiped out. There were all kinds of dishes at home, but there was no meat. Father Yan went to buy pork belly, beef, chicken legs, short ribs, and a roast duck.

The old couple cooked a large table of dishes and were afraid that they would not serve them well. After sitting down, they asked Qiao Jiang if there was anything else she wanted to eat.

Qiao Jiang looked at the fifteen dishes on the table and shook her head: "No, thank you."

"Be at ease." Yan's mother poured her a cup of hot soup, "Just treat it as your own home. Tell me what you want to eat, auntie." Even if you don't know how to do it, you can learn it. "

"Yes, just tell me what you want to eat. If your aunt can't learn it, let Ah Daxue do it." Yan's father pointed at Yan Zhao and said, "Qiao Jiang, if this kid is right in the future. If you are not good, tell your uncle, he will beat him to death first."

"Yes, Auntie will help you beat him." Mother Yan looked at her lovingly, "You are much thinner than Xia Tian. You should eat more. "

Thank you." Qiao Jiang took a sip of the hot soup and looked up at the nervous expressions of her father and mother. She pursed her lips lightly and said, "It tastes good."

Father and mother Yan immediately laughed: "That's good." That's good!"

Yan Zhao leaned close to Qiao Jiang's ear and whispered: "They tasted it countless times in the kitchen, for fear that the salt would turn into sugar."

Qiao Jiang thought of Gao Jinlan, who was over forty-five years old. His memory began to decline, and he often forgot whether he added salt when cooking. He even told Qiao Jiang about it as a joke.

When she thinks of Gao Jinlan, her mood is always gloomy, but today is different. She recalls her with another emotion.

Peaceful and warm.

It was her mood at this moment.