Chapter 839 Eat pot

Ye Muyu's face was a little red, that man's big hands were still warm even in winter, maybe they were writing, and there were calluses on her hands, when she lightly touched the back of her feet, a burst of numbness spread all over her body, she only felt that those hands were on fire. , lighting fires all around.

  Brothering herself to wait for the wash to finish, Ye Muyu quickly stood up, put on her shoes, and patted her stomach: "Ah, I'm so hungry, let's go."

  Chu Heng stretched out his hand and hummed: "Let's go."

  Ye Muyu stuck out her tongue guiltily, and hurriedly followed to the front hall.

   "Mom, tonight Daddy said to eat pot." Chu Jin looked at the table full of ingredients and said with a smile.

  Ye Muyu was also a little interested. The weather suddenly turned cold today, and the charcoal pots in the house would not be filled with charcoal.

   "It's a mutton pot. Last time you said that you like to eat mutton slices, I told them to cut them up. Take a look." Chu Heng led her and sat down at the dinner table.

  Ye Muyu sat down and looked at the food on the table. There were mutton slices, sliced ​​very thin, and they could be eaten hot in a pot.

  Pork belly, the last batch of small green vegetables, the small Chinese cabbage that is just beginning to eat, lotus root slices, potato slices, taro, dried fungus, dried vegetables, bacon slices, stewed beans and trotters, etc.

  There are basically no fresh vegetables at the moment. The lotus root slices are not dug in the pond, even if they are dug in the cold winter, they will not be damaged.

  Others are basically dried vegetables.

   is also rich.

   "Eat quickly."

  Chu Heng has already prepared a bowl of seasoning for her.

  Ziluo and Xiaojin adjusted it by themselves. Last time, Xiang Linger also ate pot in the old house, and knew how to do it.

  Seeing the spicy and delicious smell coming out, Ye Muyu also felt a little greedy.

   "Father, I want to eat meat!" After Chu Jin took a bite of mutton, he let go of his foodie nature and didn't touch vegetarian dishes.

  Chu Heng only took one look at him, then put the mutton into Ye Muyu's bowl.

"Just give it to the children, Ziluo, maybe some food?" Ye Muyu was about to hand the meat to Xiao Jin, but the man beside him directly blocked him: "He has eaten enough, and now he is eating pig's trotters." Well, don’t worry about him, if he treats himself badly, I think I’ve grown up.”

  Ziluo couldn't help laughing when she heard her father dislike her younger brother. She had already understood that father's food must be given to mother first. Even so, she and her younger brother were not treated badly.

  She won't compete with her mother for favor. Aunt Hu can say that it is right for her father to love her mother, and she should be loved by her future husband.

   As for the younger brother, he is a boy, and his future wife will love him.

  The relationship between husband and wife is different from that of family.

  She waited until December, when she was nine years old, and already vaguely knew what marriage was.

   "Ayu, open your mouth." Chu Heng wrapped the mutton slices with seasoning and fed them to her mouth.

  Seeing that the seasoning was about to drip, Ye Muyu opened his mouth subconsciously, and the delicious mutton slices entered his mouth.

   "It's really delicious." Ye Muyu moved his mouth, feeling a little overwhelmed.

  Seeing this, Chu Heng chuckled, and continued to put the mutton into the pot, and scalded it for her.

   Ye Muyu's bowl was basically empty. It wasn't until she was full that she realized that Chu Heng was taking care of her the whole time, and he didn't eat much himself.

   "Ah Heng?" Ye Muyu hurriedly wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and asked someone to change a pair of chopsticks, "I'll iron it for you, you eat."

   "Okay." Chu Heng did not refuse, enjoying Ye Muyu's service very much.

  Ye Muyu had already eaten and drank enough, so she simply got up and helped her to get warmed up slowly.

  (end of this chapter)