Dressed as an ancient leftover man

Chapter 130

In the blink of an eye, it was almost the Spring Festival. Lu Zhengan sent the last customer to the door, turned around and closed the door of the shop.

"It's been surprisingly cold this year. I feel like I'm going to be frozen to death if I stand at the door for a while." Lu Zhengan rubbed his hands and returned to the counter. He put his hands on the charcoal stove and grilled them. He felt that some of his hands were a little cold. Temperature, and then put the transaction just now on the account book.

Turning around, he saw Song Huaishu, who was wrapped in thick cotton-padded clothes, turning over the sweet potatoes on the charcoal stove with a focused expression. Lu Zhengan touched his back with his elbow and continued: "Can you ask the other side to send you a pickled cabbage pot later? Come over here. Right? It's too cold today, so I feel like eating a pot will keep me warm."

"Okay, let them put more sauerkraut and frozen tofu. The longer it cooks, the better it will be."

Hearing this, Lu Zhengan responded with a smile. "I've been neighbors with Shen Ji for less than a year, and you're getting more and more naughty. When I get the chance, I have to learn the craft from their master, or else I'll let you go hungry again."

Hearing Lu Zheng'an's teasing, Song Huaishu couldn't help but blush. "Not you either? That's such an exaggeration." After saying that, Song Huaishu looked down at the sweet potatoes on the charcoal stove. Seeing that the roasted sweet potatoes were starting to leak oil, he hurriedly picked up a piece and put it in Lu Zhengan's hand.

"Eat it while it's hot. It won't taste good when it cools down."

With that said, Song Huaishu gave the stool under him to Lu Zhengan to sit on. He walked to the window, looked at the gloomy weather outside, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"Looking at the weather, it's probably going to snow. Fortunately, Uncle Changgen delivered the goods in time. If it had been two days later, I'm afraid it would have been wet on the road. But now that the Chinese New Year is less than ten days away, we plan to What? When will you return to Hualong Town to celebrate the New Year?"

Lu Zheng'an turned over the almanac on the table, looked at the days, and then frowned and said, "We are closed on the 26th of the twelfth lunar month. Business has been good these days. The elders at home are all here, so we can't do anything like offering sacrifices to the stove." Let them help me do it for me. I have already discussed the New Year's goods with Master Huang, who has written down Shen's mind. When they are preparing the dishes these two days, they will reserve some for us, and then we can just take them back."

Hearing that Lu Zheng'an had already made arrangements, Song Huaishu didn't say anything more. I turned my head and looked out the window again. At this time, snowflakes started to fall outside the window at some point. Although it didn't fall very quickly, the snowflakes were very big, and in a blink of an eye, a layer of white had fallen on the ground.

"Zheng'an, it's snowing."

Song Huaishu said, opened the door and walked out quickly, standing under the eaves and reaching out to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky.

After the New Year, Song Huaishu was already twenty-four. Even though he had given birth to a child, he was slender and had been very well cared for by Lu Zhengan and everyone over the years. His face was still childish, just like a fifteen or sixteen year old. Young and old people stand together and do not show their age at all.

Hearing Song Huaishu's joyful cry, Lu Zhengan raised his feet and followed him out. Under the dim light, looking at Song Huaishu smiling like a child, I couldn't help but laugh.