But what if we recognize each other?

Where should they go?

She is a living dead person, and she can't even live in the world with dignity. How can she marry Wang He as her husband and establish a family for the Li family?

Or should she compromise and marry Wang He?

However, Wang He came from a famous family and his parents were both officials in the court. How could reality allow him to marry a living dead man who was guilty of being a wife?

Li Hanyao turned her eyes to the backyard, where there were two plum trees. Through the narrow window, the withered canopy of the plum trees could be seen. Two lines of poetry appeared in her mind: "The elm willow shades the back eaves, and in front of the peach and plum hall" - or, they could live in seclusion here and live a free and comfortable pastoral life?

This thought flashed and flew away.

She immediately rejected it.

She is unwilling to live here!

Think about the unjust souls of the Jiang family, think about the uncertain future of the Li family. Even if the world is difficult and the officialdom is dark, she will only choose to face difficulties, overcome obstacles, ride the wind and waves, rather than hiding her name and hoeing the fields and planting beans.

Wang He will never be willing to do so. They are the same type of people, all with great ambitions and look forward to soaring in the blue sky like a big roc.

Li Hanyao calmed down.

Don't recognize each other!

This does not mean that she gave up on Wang He. On the contrary, she became more determined to marry Wang He. She looked at the man standing in front of the stove and made a secret decision: when she flew into the clouds, she would have the qualification and ability to marry him!

At this time, Wang He turned around and looked at her.

Li Hanyao looked confused, but she didn't know how to understand, "The cooking in a big pot is delicious, fragrant, and fast. The small pot is slow. Just simmer the chicken in a can..."

Wang He: "..."

He is talking about a "big country" and not a big pot!

Seeing his cousin's expression, Zhang Jinyan lowered his head and smiled dullly.

Li Hanyao hurried to the stove, squeezed Zhang Jinyan away, squatted down, took out a can from the stove hole inside, and took it out and said to Wang He: "No, this is the chicken simmered in the can. It smells very fragrant." She said that she was not talking nonsense.

Wang He pointed out, "Don't you say it's gone?"

Li Hanyao smiled foolishly.

Wang He asked: "Do you want to eat our fish?"

Li Hanyao nodded violently.

Wang He said: "Do you want to exchange for chicken?"

Li Hanyao nodded even more.

Wang He said: "Okay."

He also wants to eat chicken soup.

He opened the lid of the pot and pushed the green garlic and fine green onions on the cutting board into the pot with a kitchen knife. After the hot soup stimulated the aroma of the onion and garlic, he started the pot.

Li Hanyao took a deep breath - it was so fresh! She asked hurriedly: "Have you eaten?"

Wang He said: "Wait a minute, there are two more dishes to cook. Didn't you just eat chicken noodle soup? You're hungry again?"

Li Hanyao laughed dryly and said hurriedly: "Then I'll go and scoop the manure and water it in the garden. When I come back, I just happened to catch up with the fish." He said that.

Wang He felt bad and asked, "Where to scoop?"

Li Hanyao pointed to the back door and said: "Backyard."

As he said that, he had already walked out.

Wang He murang looked at the black boy's back and had already foreseen the consequences of scooping up manure - it must be a stinking smell. How could he cook? Looking at the fragrant fish that had just been served, he suddenly felt that he didn't want to eat it so much.

Zhang Jinyan hurriedly shouted: "Stop pouring it!"

Wang He gestured to him, "Stop shouting."

People in the countryside are diligent and work at any time. When you pass by, you are picky about borrowing a stove. What do you think?

What Li Hanyao wants is this effect - since they cannot recognize each other, they must pretend to be more appropriate and eliminate Wang He's doubts.

The most talented woman in Jiangnan poured manure?

Whoever believes it if you say it!

She really scooped the manure.

After a while, Wang He's expected smell of manure filled the backyard. From the back door and the rear window, he entered the kitchen, blending with the fish fragrance.

Wang He and Zhang Jinyan closed their breath at the same time.

Wang He gritted his teeth and said, "What a tiny ball! This is my brain!"

Grandma Tiedan hurriedly ran in and smiled apologetically at Wang He, "My Tiedan is diligent and throws her hoe and makes a broom, and she can't stay idle. This smells bad. I'll help him. After the watering, it will save you from being uncomfortable."

Wang He thought to himself: After the watering is finished, it will be even more stinky!

When he came in, he found that the vegetable garden was on the right side of the house, and now it was just the backyard smelly. After the watering, even the front yard was smelly and there was no place to hide.

In fact, sometimes when farmers water manure, early or late, who will water it at lunch, so Grandma Tiedan feels guilty. Fortunately, Wang He and Zhang Jinyan are also laymen, otherwise Li Hanyao would have to backfire.

Li Hanyao scooped half a load of manure and carried it into the garden - she learned to carry the load the day after she came. At this time, she was hard-working and forced herself to hold on. She was so angry that she almost fainted.

Back then, she brought Diao Ergui into the cottage and pushed into the trough. The smell was the same, but she soon came out. Now she scooped manure and poured manure, how could she finish it in a while! The number one talented woman in Jiangnan was facing an unprecedented test.

After earning the vegetable garden, rest the burden.

She stood on the ground and looked at the green vegetables: green vegetables, spinach, green garlic, leeks...that green seeped into her heart from her eyes.

She smiled, not that difficult.

She scooped a large scoop of manure and poured it onto the vegetables, trying to add more nutrients to them, but a hand was stretched out to block it.

Grandma Tiedan whispered: "You can't water so much! If you keep this scoop, you will rinse the vegetables to death. Less less, and you will also add some water..."

Who knew that every grain of food on the plate was hard.

Li Hanyao has experienced it today.

After finishing my work, I was exhausted. When I looked at the dishes cooked by Wang He: braised fish, green vegetables and mushrooms, fried eggs with leeks, and mixed with coriander. They were all so attractive and I was salivating. The food made by Grandma Iron Egg is also delicious, but it is not as elegant as that of Wang He scholars. It not only needs to be delicious, but also pays attention to appearance: the green vegetables are bright and the red-brown mushrooms are fried tenderly and smoothly in the middle of the green, which is extremely beautiful; the eggs fried with leeks are round like a full moon on the fifteenth, and are divided into six parts...

Li Hanyao glanced at Wang He and thought to herself: You are showing off your strength, pretending to be a farmer. Are the farmer's people cooking like you?

The lessons learned from the past must be careful!

She fully utilized the true nature of a farm boy, like a wind swaying in the wind, swallowing voraciously, and chewing the sound of "bars" kept coming.

Zhang Jinyan saw that it was not good. In the blink of an eye, the full moon had passed half and half. The mushrooms on the vegetables were scattered away, and the meat on the fish belly was cut off... This black boy could really eat it, and he didn't know how to give in.

Don’t you say that the country people are simple?

The prince decided to forget his identity and snatch it from Li Hanyao, and he didn't care about his etiquette and etiquette. He is now a country boy.

Li Hanyao was not willing to be outdone, and she snatched it quickly, and she snatched it faster than him. First, this dish was really delicious; second, this was a dish made by Wang He, and she wanted to put it all into her stomach and keep it as a thought for the future.

She couldn't help but give Zhang Jinyan a look - what to grab? She was with Wang He every day and had eaten for seven years. Haven't she eaten enough yet?

Zhang Jinyan was also angry - didn't you eat a big bowl of chicken noodle soup just now? Such a big bowl looks scary, how could it still hold it? He couldn't help but tell her not to eat it, saying that they bought it for money.

Wang He held the bowl as if he hadn't seen him scramble. His starry eyes under his sword eyebrows stared at the fried mushrooms with green vegetables. He stretched out his chopsticks and squeezed a piece of green vegetable leaves into his mouth, chewing silently, and behaved elegantly and calmly. It was not that he pretended to be gentle, but that he was thinking about his thoughts and didn't pay attention to Zhang Jinyan and the black boy. - At that time, he hid behind Xiao Mozhu's bed, and Mozhu saved him his food. At that time, he sat on the toilet lid and swallowed several large bowls.

Looking back on the situation, he couldn't help but smile.

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Chapter completed!