"Although it's not a lifetime, it's a lifetime victory." Duanmu Yawang sighed twice with sentimentality.

The old man listened, glanced at her, and stopped talking.

"Grandpa, what do you want to say?"

"No."

The old man retracted his gaze and continued to eat, without saying anything.

"But just eating vegetables and meat like this is not addictive at all." With delicious dishes, Duanmu Yawang is even more dissatisfied, "If you have white rice, it would be even better."

The old man snorted, "Do you want white rice here? It's whimsical!"

Duanmu Ya looked at it, and then took a meal, "Grandpa, don't you have a paddy field?"

"When did I have a rice field?"

Duanmuya was surprised: "Not yours?"

"Where did you see any paddy fields?" The old man was more surprised than her. "I haven't seen it since I have been here for so long. Are you dazzled?"

"Are you dazzled?"

Duanmu Yawang curled her lips, ate vegetables and meat quickly, and said, "Hurry up, I will show you in a while and you will know."

The old man will be suspicious.

However, after eating, she really went to see the rice field in her mouth with Duanmu Yawang.

When Duanmu Yawang took the old man, he found a piece of rice that was bright and yellow, and the head of the rice was drooping.

"Hey, aren't these just rice?"

"This is rice?"

Duanmuya raised her eyebrows when she heard the words, so she looked at him in time: "Grandpa, don't tell me, you don't actually know what rice looks like, do you?"

The old man turned aside his face and said hard: "How do I know what it looks like, it's not meat."

Duanmu Yawang: "..."

She was convinced of this answer.

The old man stared at the rice and said, "What about the rice here? The rice I've eaten before is not like this. It has white flowers and soft flowers. You are yellow."

"...!"

Duanmu Yawang was shocked, and laughed and said, "Grandpa, don't you know, you see the white and soft rice, which can only be obtained by husking and steaming the yellow grains?"

The tip of the old man's exposed ears was suspiciously red.

After a while, he retorted: "Even if you know what's the use, you must use tools to get rid of the shell, and there is still a pole, so you have to take it off, so troublesome!"

"Don't you have spiritual power?"

Duanmu Yawang felt that the old man was really an idiot in a certain aspect, "You can try it and take them off with spiritual power."

The old man twisted his eyebrows, his eyes were full of doubts, as if he didn't understand, he stared at Duanmu Yawang: "Why don't you do it yourself?"

"Oh, I was injured by you before. I lack two medicines. My lungs are not completely healed." Duanmu Yawang seized the opportunity and said: "Besides, these things should be very spiritual. The force is too low to work."

The old man pursed his lips and said nothing.

Duanmu Yawang didn't worry, she just slowly guided: "Grandpa, do you want to eat white and soft rice?"

The old man's throat moved.

Duanmu Ya smiled, "If you want to eat, why not join me first and harvest the mature rice?"

After a while, the old man replied solemnly: "Since you want to eat it, you can try it."

What does she want to eat?

Doesn't he want to eat it anymore?

Now that they agreed, the two began to harvest.

Two sickles, Duanmu Yawang, can be easily obtained in the medical system. There is a large piece of rice. Although it is sparse, the two people still harvested for two or three days with their backs facing the loess. Harvest all the tricks back.

In these two or three days, Duanmu Yawang was so tired that she was about to fly.

After the harvest came back, it was difficult to get rid of the rice. I had planned to use spiritual power before, but it was really too expensive for even the elderly.

So, I had to throw it myself.

It took another few days to finally dry the rice.

When drying the rice, Duanmu Yawang was a little worried: "The sky is gray here. How can you dry things? Are you sure you can dry the rice?"

The old man moved his eyes and said lightly: "It's just gray as you see it."

"Um?"

Duanmu Yawang looked at the piles of rice they had recovered, and did not listen to the old man's words clearly for a while.

"nothing."

The old man shook his head and said, "It's normal to dry like this, and the boat will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge."

"All right."

There is no better way, it can only be this way.

To Duanmu Yawang's surprise, the grains actually dried out in such gray weather.

Duanmu Yawang looked at Rice with a little excitement.

The old man was not so excited, "It's still Huang Cancan."

Duanmu Yawang: "..."

She was too lazy to correct him and said that she hadn't gotten the shell off yet, so she ran outside to find the stones and started to play tricks.

The old man looked at, "What are you going to do?"

"At that time you will know."

So, just half a day before and after, Duanmu Yawang used spiritual power to make a stone platform and a round stone pier, smiling at the old man: "Today, we can eat white rice."

The old man will be suspicious.

Duanmu Yawang didn't like to exaggerate.

Now that I have said it, I will do it.

So that night, the old man came out of the cave and was startled when he saw a pot of white, tender, chubby white rice cooked in the pot.

"Grandpa, how is it?"

Duanmu Ya looked and smiled, with an appearance of asking for credit.

The old man didn't know what he was thinking, staring blankly at the pot of white rice without moving or speaking.

"What's wrong?"

"No."

The old man shook his head, sat down calmly, looked around, and said, "The vegetables have not been fried yet?"

"Well, I haven't had time yet, you do it first. If you are hungry, drink a bowl of soup first, and I'll go frying." As Duan Mu Ya Wang said, she started to get busy.

The cooking is fast, and the meal is ready within a quarter of an hour.

Duanmu Yawang filled both of them with a bowl full of white rice.

The rice was too precious. When Duanmu Yawang first started this meal, he didn't eat anything and just ate a bowl of white rice.

After eating, she picked up vegetables and meat.

Duanmu Yawang thought that he was already excited enough, but he didn't expect that the old man was even more excited. He ate only white rice at night, feeling the fragrant rice, and he didn't even move the vegetables or meat!

Duanmu Yawang: "..."

"Grandpa." Duanmu Yawang couldn't hold back, "Actually, rice is better with side dishes."

"Oh."

The old man's rough voice responded, but he was not moved by Duanmu Yawang. He took care of himself and ate the rice, and his actions were more serious than ever.

Duanmu Yawang looked at him, somehow, there was something sour in his heart.

I have been here for less than a month, and I miss the rice so much. How long has he been here? Haven't had a hot meal for so long?