Chapter 7 Good Days

It's so strange that his eyes always glance at him, and he can't grasp it firmly. She had no choice but to realize that she had weak self-control. With a beautiful woman beside her, she was dizzy and couldn't touch the north.

I don't know if it's an illusion. The more I look at it, the more I feel that the smile on his face is expanding. She looked at it stupidly and twice. It was really suspicious. What's so ridiculous about Taomi? It is said that a gentleman is far away from cooking, and he has never seen a man who washes his hands and make soup as happy as he is.

"Is there anything on my face?" He lowered his eyes and said suddenly.

She was shocked and became very embarrassed. His eyes drifted around and thought for a moment, "How long are you going to wash that meter? I think it's almost soaked. Why don't you put it in the pot?"

He was stunned and looked at the rice water again, which was white like rice soup. He was a little embarrassed. Although he knew that she was peeking at him, he was still relieved when she said this - he was not sure that he could do it well. Do your best!

It's difficult to beat him by ordering a wind stove in the courtyard, but how many meters and how much water to put in, this is not sure. He held the lid of the pot and hesitated for a long time, and roughly put it on the stove. Looking back at her, she stood up with a basket and put down the bucket and well rope like him, thinking that she was going to wash the vegetables. He was afraid that she couldn't lift it, so he hurried to pick it up. She stubbornly wanted to try, but the barrel came out of the water, and her face turned red.

"Auncle..." She turned her head and screamed.

This shout went deep into his soul, and his heart jumped and he tried his best to say, "What? Don't you want my help!"

She pouted, "I didn't expect it to be so heavy."

"I don't listen to the old man!" He reached for the rope and held her slender finger intentionally or unintentionally. She trembled and her face became more and more red.

She took it back with her fist and said, "My uncle is not old. It's just a beautiful age." After saying that, I also felt pretentious, as if I had nothing to say to alleviate the situation. But if you think about it again, it seems even more embarrassing.

He poured water into the wooden basin and turned around to bully her, "Is uncle really a fancy time? Are you kidding me?"

Although he questioned, there was no angry expression on his face at all. Just staring at her quietly, she was a little dizzy and met his eyes. For a moment, she was in a trance - like at a certain moment when you were doing something, and suddenly felt that this scene had been experienced a long time ago. I can't remember the exact time and environment, but it's really too familiar and frighteningly familiar. Maybe I didn't drink all the drops of Meng Po soup when I passed Wangchuan, and a small part of the memory of my previous life still remains. But...is it really in the last life?

"Auncle..." she muttered.

He said, "You used to call me Rong Yu, have you forgotten?"

His eyes are like the water rolled up in the deep pool, almost sucking her into the deepest part of the whirlpool. She smiled with a stunned dry smile, "I used to call my uncle a taboo?" It's too rebellious."

He has never known how to show off his ambiguity and does things clearly, but now he can't do it. If you take such a hard look, you can't arouse her attachment until death. There is not much time to spend, make sure that she is willing to follow him after he leaves office. If she is reluctant, can he force her? Will there be a robbery of a woman at that time?

He smiled deeply, "I like you to call me that way. We are the closest people. You only have me in the world except your parents, remember?"

She bumped into her deer. Why does this sound so crisp? She was panicked. Such a beautiful uncle said something strange to her, and she was not strong in resistance and easy to fall evil. She looked at the impeccable face and stammered, "I forgot what happened before..."

"It doesn't matter if you forget." He raised his hand and stroked her cheek, humming, "Let's start from the beginning. I'll remind you."

His fingers moved to her jaw, slowly slid over and rubbed her full lips.

They fit, and their bodies seem to have their own memories. His touch did not disgust her, but found a better angle to fit his palm. She began to suspect that the person she often saw when she was half awake and half asleep was him...

I know it's not possible, but I don't want to refuse. She thought he would kiss her, but he pulled away to see the food on the stove. Now she is really embarrassed and crazy. She covered her face and was as confused as if she had just fished out of the water - what was she thinking? Because he is beautiful, does he satisfy her most comprehensive imagination of the opposite sex?

She is about to cry by herself. She is a beast! Her mind is full of messy thoughts, and she wants to reflect. If he saw through it, how would he become a person in the future? Fortunately, he didn't look at her anymore, because his meal was burnt.

Good focus! It's just the right time! She was overjoyed and finally escaped. Later, it's still more regular. If he feels desphemed and sues her mother, she will really die.

She didn't go to see how the rice was cooked. He said that it was burnt, and the one in the middle could still be eaten by digging horizontally and vertically. At worst, it would be accompanied by some paste. Next, it's time to cook. He got an experience. The wind stove is not easy to control the heat, and the earth stove is more reliable.

It's really fun. It's like a child playing home. She won't go to the stove, and it's okay to add firewood. She sat on a small stool made of wooden pimples and watched him stand in front of the stove with an apron and wave his dick. A few slices of spinach stuck to the bottom of the basket and couldn't shake it. He laughed so loudly that she had a stomachache. He picked up the shovel and stamped the bottom of the pot like a knife. She was shocked when she heard it behind the stove. She poked her head and said, "uncle, be gentle. If the pot is broken, you can't eat it."

He was not discouraged, but his demands on her were getting higher and higher. "Don't burn so much, make it steady."

She said, and hurriedly took a strip to smash the charcoal and stabbed it to the layer that came out of the ashes. "Is this okay? It's almost gone..."

He has always had a dull look on his wise face, "It's not familiar!"

She quickly added firewood to the pot and said, "Then I'll burn it again."

He sneered, "Be careful, it's burnt and there are no dishes. I'm going to eat you at noon."

She is beating drums in her heart. Why does this sound so improper? Is your uncle flirting with her? The fire in front of her blushed her face, and she was ashamed and angry, "I don't care. It's really difficult for you to serve!"

He sounded and saw that she got up and was about to pull her. "Why are you annoyed? Is it angry with your uncle?"

She said, "You're going to eat me. I'm still waiting here for nothing?"

He stood in front of her, looked down at her and whispered, "Then I voluntarily let you eat it, will it be?"

It's almost whispering, which is beyond her tolerance. She was so ashamed that her neck turned red. Why did she trigger such a sweet feeling? The shadow outside the door crossed the threshold and threw a diamond-shaped light edging. There are four or five baskets hanging on a row of hooks overhead, swaying in the wind. His face looks more handsome from the bottom, and people's hearts are soft in such a late spring season.

She spent a lot of effort to wake herself up and finally delayed the meal to the table. She sat on the mat and couldn't get down the chopsticks in front of her.

Rong He's expression is more complicated. "It seems that I'm not a cook."

She also felt that spinach was yellow, eggplant was black, and chicken soup was fishy... The corners of her mouth twitched and she had to put down her chopsticks. "I ate a lot of breakfast, and I'm not hungry yet..." She smiled, "It's strange, why aren't you hungry at all..."

He sighed and enjoyed the process most when cooking. Now that the process is available, whether you can eat it or not is later. He had to go to the cupboard to bring the wine and vegetables sent by the restaurant. Fortunately, he prepared for the rainy day, otherwise she would be hungry.

He pushed the dish in front of her, and the four-color platter of crystal waist belly were all her favorite dishes. "What about now? Are you hungry?"

She really touched the chopsticks and said with a good face, "In this case, I'll barely eat a little!" But I can't eat much. I have the right to give my uncle a face.

He thought sadly that she really returned to her temperament when she was in the Yanbo Building. Clear and straightforward temper, with some poor mouths and cleverness, become more and more cute as pearls. Is it true that you can't remember the past, or do you subconsciously don't want to remember it? He has done too much damage to her. Maybe she hates him, and maybe it's best to keep this state now. He was not sure. He told himself not to rush, but his heart was an independent individual, shouting to get close to her all the time. If possible, it's better to penetrate her chest and let herself stay in for a long time.

Such a dilemma! He went to pinch the handle of the wine pot, but he was a step later than her. She was saying, "I'll make wine for my uncle," and his hand was already on the back of her hand.

Both of them were stunned, but he didn't want to move away. Instead, he grabbed them tighter, as if she would fly as soon as he let go.

She lowered her eyes and said, "uncle, can you tell me what happened before? I obviously have a little impression, but I can't remember it.

He shook his head with his hand, "I forgot it before, and now it's not too late to start again."

"But I'm afraid of missing something." She said confusedly and still got up to fill his glass. "There are some things that are incomplete if you miss them. My mother is always avoiding it, and my father is also very shy. I know there must be something they don't want me to remember..."

She suddenly stared at him, and she didn't dare to think about it. But the rules are there, and no uncle will hold his niece's hand. The message he conveyed to her puzzled her, and there was a vague atmosphere between them. Will it be what she imagined? She hoped that he could reveal something, but he was not willing to talk about it. Start again... The word is worth pondering, which convinces her that loss of memory is not as simple as it seems.