Sun Wenqu got up early in the morning, more than an hour later than usual. Fang Chi had a little insomnia these two days of the exam. I don’t know if it was because he was worried about Fang Chi or he subconsciously filled the vacancy he had in the past.

When I got up, my grandparents had already finished playing Ba Duanjin and started working. My grandmother was sweeping the floor in the front yard, and my grandfather was wandering around the small vegetable field outside the back yard.

Sun Wenqu went to the rooftop and looked inside from the window. Fang Chi was still asleep with his head tilted, and he was probably seriously sleeping during this period and could not recover in a few days.

The boy followed him and sniffed, and Sun Wenqu shushed at him: "Don't shout."

There is an open space outside the backyard. Grandpa Kaichun planted a lot of vegetables there. He could pick them at any time when he ate it himself.

Sun Wenqu took the boy to the small vegetable field, and he wanted to pick some vegetables.

"Why are you here?" Grandpa was picking beans. He pointed at his shoes as soon as he saw him, "I will step on the mud in a while."

"It's okay," Sun Wenqu walked towards the shelf behind his grandfather, "I'll pick some vegetables, I'll cook some vegetables at noon and you can try them."

"Yo," Grandpa laughed, "You can still cook?"

"It's going to be one," said Sun Wenqu, "but it hasn't been hyped for many years."

"What kind of dishes do you want to pick?" Grandpa asked him.

"Tomatoes," Sun Wenqu pointed to the tomato rack in front, "I saw that there were some ripe a few days ago."

"Pick it," Grandpa laughed loudly when he heard it, "Is it a scrambled egg with tomatoes?"

"…Yes." Sun Wenqu nodded.

"Okay," Grandpa said as he smiled, "This is the only dish you have learned from your mom, right?"

Sun Wenqu Xiaoxiao: "Yes."

That’s right, as Fang Chi said, all he wanted to make was to scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

However, this dish was not learned from my mother. I have been a scholar since I was a child and have never been in the kitchen several times, so it is impossible to cook.

He learned this dish from Ma Liang.

During the years when Ma Liang and his father learned to make pottery, the happiest thing they were about was that when their father went out, he cooked food in the small kitchen in the studio.

He can't make it, and the only thing Ma Liang can do is to scrambled eggs with tomatoes. He makes it back, usually used to mix noodles or rice bowls. Sun Wenqu always thought it was better than the dishes made by the nanny at home.

Maybe it's because every time I eat, my dad is not there.

There were four people in total. Sun Wenqu probably picked five tomatoes. Thinking about picking one more. The tomatoes he planted were not made of pesticides or chemical fertilizers, so they were not big, but they were very fresh and sweet.

He took the tomatoes to wash and ate one of them himself, which was pretty good.

There are also eggs, but they are all native eggs.

Then……

Sun Wenqu lined up tomatoes and eggs on the desk and placed them in two rows. Then what should I do?

Oh, cut.

Sun Wenqu reached out to the knife stand to get the knife, but stopped again.

This knife holder should have been handmade by my grandfather. It is simple and practical, ventilated and breathable, but the knife on it... is very huge, with three kitchen knives, one bigger than the other.

He hesitated for a moment and picked up each handful and weighed it all. It was very heavy and could not tell what it was for.

After watching one by one for a long time, he turned around and prepared to ask his grandfather.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Fang Chi leaning against the door, looking at him while yawning, with Mr. Huang squinting on his arm.

"When did you get up?" Sun Wenqu was stunned, and looked at Mr. Huang, who was hanging on Fang Chi's arm as if he was choked by someone, "You will be strangled to death."

"No, I'm holding a creaking nest," Fang Chi raised Mr. Huang and demonstrated, "It's too fat and it's hard to hold it."

"Your knife," Sun Wenqu asked him, "Which one is the one who cuts vegetables?"

"I don't know," Fang Chi looked at the desk and was happy, "Is it really a scrambled egg with tomatoes?"

"Yes." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"Grandma!" Fang Chi turned his head and shouted into the yard, "Which knife is used to cut vegetables-"

Fang Chi slept for a while and seemed to be in a good mood. When he shouted, Sun Wenqu wanted to cover his ears, Mr. Huang, who was hanging on his arm, struggled wildly.

Grandma entered the kitchen and introduced Sun Wenqu which knife to cut vegetables and which pot to cook, and then said uneasy: "Do you know? Don't use the earthen stove. You can use that induction cooker to stir-fry it directly. I'm afraid you will burn the kitchen..."

"Yes," Sun Wenqu said, "Grandma, don't worry."

"I think I can't feel at ease. I just have one dish. I'm still an hour before I'm going to have to make a meal. Is this what a person who knows how to cook?" Grandma muttered out of the kitchen, "If you make a dish for an hour, you can't do anything..."

"Do you want me to help?" Fang Chi kept laughing.

"You, take this fat eunuch and the drooling person outside the door. Just take them away," Sun Wenqu took a knife and prepared to cut the tomatoes, "Don't look at it here."

"Oh." Fang Chi nodded, took Mr. Huang, whistled at the boy and went to the backyard to play.

Sun Wenqu picked up the heavy Qinglong Yanyue Sword, took a tomato and put it in, and cut it down with one knife. It was still done, and it felt good.

In the past, he and Ma Liang used fruit knife to cut tomatoes, but now they feel that it is quite easy to cut with a large kitchen knife.

Fang Chi chatted with his grandfather in the vegetable field in the backyard. In half an hour, he answered seven or eight calls, all of which were called by his classmates. He planned to play crazy for a few days before giving the score.

Fang Chi did not have the crazy impulse of the last sentence before the verdict was completed. He is quite relaxed now and there is no pressure at all. He has been working hard for more than half a year. Although he has expectations, he will be a surprise for him if he scores higher or lower.

There is also part of this kind of relaxation, which comes from the conversation with Sun Wenqu yesterday.

He just chatted for a few casual words, but he didn't even talk about a flower, but he seemed to have pulled open the cotton that had been blocking his chest.

He finally told someone that he did not understand it tacitly, but that he clearly stated it and discussed it. Even if there was no solution, he still felt relaxed at this moment.

Sun Wenqu started cooking his dishes almost an hour in advance, but when his grandmother entered the kitchen and prepared all the dishes he had eaten for lunch, he and his grandmother came out together.

"It's time to eat," grandma shouted, "Let's take a look at the dishes made in the water tank."

Fang Chi immediately entered the house and walked quickly to the table. He saw the scrambled eggs with red and yellow tomatoes on the petal plate made by Sun Wenqu before.

It looks good, the color is quite bright, and it smells quite fragrant.

Fang Chi looked at Sun Wenqu: "It seems delicious?"

"I think too," Sun Wenqu nodded with a smile, "I wanted to eat it when I fryed it, so I held it back."

"Thank me quickly. Take a candy jar and pour it in, as if it is not white," said grandma. "If I don't stop it, I will just stir-fry the tomatoes with sugar, which will make me feel bad."

"Thank you grandma." Sun Wenqu said immediately.

The first dish that Fang Chi sat down was Sun Wenqu’s masterpiece. This was the first time he had eaten a dish like Sun Wenqu who seemed to know how to cook in his entire life.

The taste was pretty good. Except for the tomato cutting, which was unbearable to look at the details, and the size was not regular, everything else was very good. Fang Chi took a spoon and scooped two spoons into the rice, and then chopped off a bowl of rice in a few bites.

"Shuiqu is quite good, I love it." Grandpa said while eating.

"He just said that he always did it before, but he practiced it." Grandma said with a smile.

"I have a specialty in my profession, and I have been sharpening my sword for ten years," Sun Wenqu said, and then leaned into Fang Chi's ear and asked softly, "Is it delicious?"

Fang Chi nodded and whispered: "Yes."

Fang Chi felt a little hot after dinner. In the past, he usually stayed by the mountains and rivers in such weather, blowing the wind and swimming and having fun.

He stood under the stairs and hesitated whether to call Sun Wenqu with him. Sun Wenqu went upstairs as soon as he finished his meal. It was probably because of a hurry. Isn't it appropriate to ask him to play now?

The stairs are the warmest place in the living room in winter, because it is in the corner and in summer. He stood for a while and felt sweat coming down, so he ran upstairs.

The door of Sun Wenqu’s room was not closed. He glanced in. Sun Wenqu was sitting in front of the table and looking at the pile of design drawings.

"You..." Fang Chi coughed gently, "Is it going to work?"

"Hmm?" Sun Wenqu turned around, "No, what?"

"Are you hot?" Fang Chi pulled his collar and shook, "If you want it to be hot... I'll go in the mountains, will you go?"

"Climbing the mountain?" Sun Wenqu was stunned.

"If you don't climb, it's cooler in the mountains and there's still water." Fang Chi scratched his head.

"Okay," Sun Wenqu stood up, "Is there any that mosquito repellent yesterday, the one with grandma brand?"

"Yes, I'll get you a bottle," Fang Chi smiled, turned around and walked towards his house, "Does it work?"

"Well, I was only bitten twice in one night." Sun Wenqu looked at his back.

It was a little hot today. Fang Chi changed into a black vest after dinner and a pair of gray sweatpants on his lower body. He looked... his legs were really long.

And the muscles... are so beautiful.

Fang Chi originally wanted to bring Mr. Huang, but after Mr. Huang became fat, Sun Wenqu felt that his hands were sore after holding him for a long time. Now it was hot and there was no clothes to cover him, so he only brought the boy.

Mr. Huang didn't mind. He didn't want to go out at first. He lay on Sun Wenqu's design drawing, squinting his eyes and snoring comfortably.

The two of them took the boy all the way to the back of the village, and met people from the same village saying hello all the way.

Sun Wenqu has been here for half a year. Many people in the village know him, and many people still have Spring Festival couplets written by him at the door of the yard.

"You are almost a member of our village." Fang Chi said.

"How great," Sun Wenqu said with a smile, "I have lived in these few months very comfortable. I have cultivated myself and cultivated my character. I really feel a little reluctant to leave."

"Then don't leave," Fang Chi said smoothly, and after saying that, he felt that it was not appropriate, "You can come back even if you leave."
To be continued...