Chapter 142

Zhao Lan couldn't bear to call her any more, but who knew that the moment she said, another half an hour had passed.

Hu Feng came again, this time he didn't knock on the door, he just stood outside the door and shouted, "Girl Zhi, you agreed to make dumplings, don't you want to default on your debts?"

Bai Zhi's eyes suddenly opened, Zhao Lan sat beside the bed and looked at her, she hurriedly asked, "What time is it now?"

Zhao Lan glanced at the sunlight outside the small window, the sun was no longer as strong as noon: "Shen Shi three quarters, do you really promise to make dumplings for Hu Feng?"

Bai Zhi sat up, "yes, he saved my life again today. In order to repay him, I promised to make dumplings at night. I didn't expect to sleep so late."

Zhao Lan said: "Since you have promised others, get up quickly. Making dumplings takes a lot of work, so you have to start preparing earlier."

At this time, Hu Feng's voice came from outside, and the embarrassing thing that was forgotten in his mind jumped to his eyes again. . . She sighed, got out of bed helplessly, walked to the door, opened the door, and said to Hu Feng who was outside: "Stop shouting, I'm up, that—you go back first, I'll come after you wash your face."

She acted as if nothing had happened, and looked exactly the same as before, but Hu Feng still found a trace of embarrassment in her eyes.

The corners of his lips curled slightly, and he turned away without saying a word.

Bai Zhi took the wet towel handed by Zhao Lan, wiped her face indiscriminately, and sighed: "If only the water that was spilled could be taken back."

Zhao Lan was puzzled: "What nonsense are you talking about? How can you get back the water that was poured out?"

Bai Zhi handed back the wet cloth to her, and sighed again: "That is to say, if you can't take it back, you can only treat it as - it hasn't been splashed!"

Looking at the back of Bai Zhi's departure, Zhao Lan couldn't help muttering: "What's wrong with this girl today? Why are you talking so weird?"

Coming to the Hu family's mansion in front, Hu Feng had packed the flour into a pot, and the weight was probably more than the last time.

She stepped forward as if nothing was wrong, took the basin in Hu Feng's hand, pointed to the leeks and potatoes in the corner and said, "You wash the vegetables, I'll make the noodles."

Hu Feng pointed to the chives on the stove and said, "It's been washed, so that's the rest." He bought an extra handful today, and the rest can be eaten tomorrow, how beautiful.

Bai Zhi scooped up a bowl of water and started mixing noodles, but without looking back, she said, "Then cut it, cut it like I cut it last time." Hu Feng shook his head: "I can't cut it, I won't." He can chop chicken and chop it. Bone, but can't cut leeks. . .

She glanced back at him with deep contempt in her eyes: "What else can I expect from you? You can't even cut leeks."

Hu Feng shrugged: "No one stipulates that you must be able to cut leeks, right?"

She casually pointed to the small cabinet in the kitchen again, "Let's beat eggs, there will always be eggs."

Hu Feng took two eggs from the small cabinet and asked, "Are two enough?"

"Of course it's not enough, it's not enough for you to eat alone, five." She commanded swiftly, without the previous embarrassment, as if nothing had really happened.

But Hu Feng always had a smile on his face, faint, almost invisible, but real.

It's a pity that Bai Zhi, who was concentrating on making noodles, never saw it.

Baijia

Mrs. Zhang looked at the empty rice jar in front of her, and she was so annoyed that she was about to explode. She simply brought the jar to the front, put it in front of Mrs. Bai and Mrs. Liu, and said, "Mother, we have no rice at home, what should we eat at night? "