Chapter 1102

"Although it's not a lifetime, it's a lifetime." Duanmu Ya looked at a sentimental sigh.

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

"Grandpa, what do you want to say?"

"No."

The old man looked back and continued to eat without saying anything.

"But it's not fun to eat vegetables and meat like this." Duanmu yawang is even more dissatisfied with delicious dishes. "If there is white rice, it's better."

The old man snorted, "do you want white rice here? Whimsical!"

Duanmu Ya looked at it and ate. "Grandpa, don't you have a paddy field?"

"When did I have a rice field?"

Duanmuya looked surprised: "it's not yours?"

"Where did you see any rice fields?" the old man was more surprised than her. "I haven't seen them for so long. Are you dazzled?"

"Are you dazzled?"

Duanmu Ya looked at her mouth and hurriedly ate vegetables and meat. She said, "eat quickly. I'll take you to see it later. You'll know."

The old man is suspicious.

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

When Duanmu yawang took the old man, he found that the rice was yellow and the ears of rice had drooped.

"Well, aren't these rice?"

"Is this rice?"

Duanmu yawang picked his eyebrows when he heard the speech and looked at him: "Grandpa, don't tell me. In fact, you don't know what rice looks like?"

The old man opened his face and said, "I don't know what it looks like. It's not meat."

Duanmu yawang: "

She was convinced by this answer.

The old man stared at the rice and said, "what if there's rice here? The rice I've eaten before doesn't grow like this. It's white and soft. You're yellow."

“……！”

Duanmu yawang was shocked and laughed: "Grandpa, you don't know that you can get the rice with white flowers and soft flowers by shelling and steaming the Yellow grains first?"

The old man's exposed ear tip was suspiciously red.

A moment later, he retorted, "even if you know what's the use, you must use tools to shell, and there's a rod. You have to take it off. It's so troublesome!"

"Aren't you psychic?"

Duanmu yawang felt that the old man was really an idiot in some way, "you can try and take them off with spiritual power."

The old man frowned, his eyes were full of doubts. He didn't seem to understand. He stared at Duanmu yawang: "why don't you do it yourself?"

"Oh, I was hurt by you before. I'm short of two medicines. My lungs haven't completely recovered yet." Duanmu yawang seized the opportunity and said, "besides, these things should consume spiritual power. My spiritual power is too low to do."

The old man pursed his lips and said nothing.

Duanmu yawang was not in a hurry, but slowly guided: "Grandpa, do you want to eat white and soft rice?"

The old man's Adam's Apple moved.

Duanmu Ya looked and smiled, "if you want to eat, why don't you come with me and harvest these mature rice?"

After the good film was cut, the old man replied with a deep voice: "since you want to eat, you can try."

What does she want to eat?

Doesn't he want to eat?

Since they promised, they began to harvest.

Two sickles, Duanmu yawang, can be taken out casually in the medical system. There is a large piece of rice. Although it is sparse, the two people still face the Loess and face the sky for two or three days before all the drums are harvested back.

These two or three days, Duanmu yawang was tired and was about to fly.

After the harvest, it is difficult to take off the rice. I originally planned to use spiritual power, but it really consumes too much spiritual power, even the elderly can't bear it.

So I had to throw it myself.

It took a few more days to dry the rice.

When drying rice, Duanmu yawang was worried: "the sky here is gray. How can I dry things? Are you sure you can dry the rice?"

The old man's eyes moved and said faintly, "you see it's gray."

"Huh?"

Duanmuya looked at the piles of rice they had collected and was distracted. She didn't hear 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. When the boat comes to the bridge, it will be straight."

"All right."

There's no better way, that's all.

Duanmu yawang was surprised that the grain was really dried in such gray weather.

Duanmu Ya looked at the rice and was a little excited.

The old man was not so excited, "it's still yellow."

Duanmu yawang: "

She was too lazy to correct him that she hadn't shelled yet. She ran outside to find a stone and began to make drums.

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

"You'll know then."

So, after only half a day, Duanmu yawang used his spiritual power to make a stone platform and a circular stone pier. He smiled at the old man and said, "today, we can have white rice."

The old man is suspicious.

Duanmu yawang doesn't like exaggeration.

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

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

"Grandpa, how's it going?"

Duanmu yawang smiled and asked for credit.

The old man didn't know what he was thinking. He stared at the pot of white rice without moving or talking.

"What's the matter?"

"No."

The old man shook his head, calmly sat down, looked around and said, "the food hasn't been fried yet?"

"Well, before it's too late, you can make it first. If you're hungry, drink a bowl of soup first, and I'll fry it now." Duanmu yawang said, and he began to get busy.

The cooking was fast, and the meal began in only a quarter of an hour.

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

Rice came too precious. Duanmu yawang didn't eat anything at the beginning of the meal and directly ate a bowl of white rice.

After eating, she mixed vegetables and meat.

Duanmu yawang thought he was excited enough, but he didn't expect that the old man was more excited. He ate white rice and felt the smell of rice, vegetables and meat at night. He didn't move!

Duanmu yawang: "

"Grandpa." Duanmu yawang couldn't help it. "In fact, rice is better with dishes."

"Oh."

The old man's rough voice answered, but he was not moved by Duanmu yawang. He ate his own rice and acted more seriously than ever.

Duanmuya looked at him. Somehow, she felt sour and astringent in her heart.

Less than a month after he came here, he missed rice very much. How long has he been here? Haven't you had a hot meal for so long?