A cup of milk tea in hand was steaming hot, with a blushing complexion, and exuded a long-lost vitality.

His voice was surprisingly gentle: "Fangfei, do you like this place?"

She did not answer immediately, but turned to look at the golden ginkgo leaves falling under her feet, and the endless bamboo forests. The three things in life are better than eating without meat than living without bamboo.

The sky is full of golden yellow, continuous green, and the seasons are like spring. How can you not like it?

She nodded, her eyes lit up: "I like this very much. I like it very much. We will not leave again in the future, right?"

"We won't leave. We'll settle down here. Of course, in the future, if you want to travel, I'll accompany you."

She leaned lazily on the chair.

Traveled for one or two years.

From Beiwudang to Pingcheng, a year-round training.

Until now, she doesn't want to leave.

After walking around from north to south, I couldn't walk anymore. I hoped to calm down. She knew that Luo Jia was like herself.

The so-called tree is a thousand feet tall and leaves fall back to its roots. When people get old, they get tired of wandering. Quietness and indifference are true happiness.

If everyone has to have a home, then she hopes that this is home.

The lunch was light.

A stack of wind chicken slices, a plate of air-dried beef, four side dishes, and a plate of fresh fruit. The rice is fresh rice, served in a large bowl of coarse porcelain, and it is full as fresh as new.

It tastes like a little bit of the night rain and the yellow beams in the new cooking.

This is very novel for Luo Jia, who is used to eating mutton and pasta.

On the contrary, Fangfei, I think it is very delicious and used to it.

When eating, you can smell the fragrance of rice, soil, heaven and earth, and wild grass.

Rice is different from wheat.

The white flour is formed, and whether it is a pancake or steamed bun, it loses its original track.

On the contrary, the rice turned into rice, but it was just a matter of taking off the vest, and the rice grains remained unchanged - but the meal on the plate was all hard-working - this must be rice, millet, and not white flour wheat.

It’s so comfortable to eat and drink.

The afternoon sun is bright and warm.
Chapter completed!