Chapter 952: Sick and weak with his wife to conquer the male **** of medicine 34

Chapter 952: Sick and weak with his wife to conquer the male **** of medicine 34

"Thank you, Aunt Zhang." Cen Hongwen politely thanked Aunt Zhang.

Shu Ange looked at Cen Hongwen in surprise and sighed, "I always thought that I was somewhat of a second-generation rich. Compared with Dr. Cen, I suddenly realized that I was a second-generation poor."

"Where did you say this?"

Cen Hongwen asked Shu Ange as he walked into the yard.

"Dr. Cen not only has a manor in Sanya, but also has real estate here in Changjiang. The legendary wealthy and self-willed."

Shu Ange made a joke. Dr. Cen shook his head and rubbed her hair affectionately: "I am also a glorious proletarian for the property purchased by my family."

The courtyard is not big, but it is kept clean and tidy. The vegetable garden is surrounded by bamboo fences, and the stone paths are full of colorful flowers.

The fresh and beautiful rural atmosphere makes people feel more intimate and comfortable.

It is far away from the seaside, and the air does not have the unique salty smell of the seaside, but is full of the refreshing fragrance of grass and trees.

Shu Ange took a deep breath, the air rich in negative oxygen ions made her a little drunk.

"The air is very good." Shu Ange gave a thumbs up contentedly, "I never imagined that such a beautiful place is hidden in the depths of this mountain."

"In the past, due to its remote location, few people paid attention to Wangxiaxiang. In recent years, due to the popularity of rural tourism, Wangxiaxiang has gradually emerged, attracting many tourists to visit."

While explaining, Cen Hongwen led Shu Ange into the room: "You are tired from the car, go upstairs to rest for a while."

"I'm not tired." Shu Ange shook his head, "The beautiful scenery makes you feel refreshed and refreshed, and when you feel tired."

"If you like it, we'll stay here for a few days."

Cen Hongwen has a smile in his eyes. When he bought the land, he built a small farmyard.

The reason is that one day, with your confidant, friend or lover, you can let go of your worries and come here to enjoy life.

At present, Shu Ange's identity is both a confidant and a friend. But love...

Thinking of this word, Cen Hongwen's heart is sour, and there is a strong urge to express his feelings.

"Okay." Shu Ange responded with a sigh, and said with wide-eyed eyes: "Doctor Cen, let's go out for a walk now. I heard that there are terraced fields nearby. Hainan's climate is warm and green, so it must be beautiful."

"Don't worry." Cen Hongwen smiled warmly, "Peijun, aren't you hungry?"

"Listening to what you said, I'm really hungry."

Shu Ange covered his eyes with his hands and looked at the terraced fields in the distance. His clear smile was brighter than the dewdrops in the morning light.

"Since you're here in Changjiang, why don't you try the special farmhouse dishes here."

"Okay, whatever you want, I will listen to Dr. Cen."

Shu Ange looked at Cen Hongwen with a smile, her fair skin slightly reddened by the sun.

Cen Hongwen was afraid of her heatstroke, so he took the initiative to care: "Is it hot, why don't you go to the house to rest for a while. Aunt Zhang's craftsmanship is very good, and some of the farm dishes that she is good at are a must. I'll go pick some vegetables."

"Where is the vegetable garden? I'll go too."

As soon as Shu Ange heard picking vegetables, he instantly became interested.

"It's just behind the house. It was originally a wasteland. Aunt Zhang cleaned it up diligently. Usually, she can grow some melons, fruits and vegetables to be self-sufficient."

"Those who don't work are not allowed to eat. Let's go. I'll go pick vegetables with you."

Shu Ange rolled up his sleeves and went to the vegetable garden with Cen Hongwen in high spirits.

When passing by the long corridor in front of the house, Cen Hongwen picked up the bamboo basket placed in the corner, smiled at Shu Ange and said, "We both have to be careful later, don't trample the vegetable patch like a devil entering the village. "

"You are underestimating people, and I work very neatly."

While the two were talking and laughing, they had already arrived at the vegetable garden.

The land in Changjiang is fertile, the temperature is high and the rainfall is high, and the green vegetables in the ground are growing gratifyingly.

There are many kinds of vegetables in a small vegetable garden. Shu Ange can recognize common varieties such as cucumber, lettuce, and broccoli at a glance, but the rest are a little unrecognizable.

Tender and raw vegetables fluttering in the wind are lovely, and butterflies are flying up and down.

Together with Cen Hongwen, Shu Ange and Cen Hongwen bent over and picked up the green vegetables that were growing. They gently pulled them out, shook off the soil on the roots, and put them in a bamboo basket.

The two picked vegetables for a while, Shu Ange straightened up, rubbed his shoulders and sighed: "There is no suitable vulgar rhyme, and nature loves hills and mountains. It's been 30 years since I fell into the dust net by mistake. The water returns to nature, and it really makes people feel comfortable.”

Cen Hongwen raised his head and returned with a smile: "Are you tired, take a break, so the ancients liked to retreat to the countryside, with a square house of more than ten acres, eight or nine thatched cottages.

He leisurely recited a few lines from Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Home in the Field", echoing the words of Shu Ange.

Shu Ange pursed his lips and smiled, and bent down again: "I'm not tired, the pastoral life is very romantic, and I hope to have a chance to come back in the future."

Her voice was soft, and her eyes were full of hope.

"Most definitely."

Cen Hongwen replied four words, but swallowed the most wanted sentence back in his stomach.

When he returned to this place again, Cen Hongwen hoped that Shu Ange would come back as the hostess.

After picking vegetables, the two returned to the front yard. Shu Ange looked at the basket of fresh vegetables, and his heart filled with a sense of accomplishment.

"It's time to wash the vegetables, wait a moment."

Cen Hongwen turned around and entered the kitchen, and when he came out again, there was a wooden basin in his hand.

"Need my help?"

Shu Ange lifted the bamboo basket and asked with a smile.

"No need, the water is cold, you just need to be responsible for admiring my heroic style of washing vegetables."

Cen Hongwen made a little joke, walked to the old water rolling mill, skillfully picked up the water ladle in the wooden bucket, scooped a ladle of water, poured it into the water rolling machine, and then rolled down with the handrail.

The cool and clear spring water fell into the wooden basin. Singer Shu An touched it with his fingers and nodded, "The water temperature is indeed a little cold."

"This is the spring water drawn from the mountain. It tastes sweet and delicious. You can taste it when it boils at noon."

"I'll press the water with you."

"Okay, I'll teach you." Cen Hongwen took Shu Ange's hand and put it on the armrest. Then they folded their hands on hers, and the two of them pressed down together.

With a bang, the spring water poured out, and the broken jade generally fell into the wooden basin. Cen Hongwen released his hand and carefully picked up the vegetables.

The warm and ordinary little things in life bring the two people a dull and real sense of happiness.

Aunt Zhang came out of the kitchen and saw this scene, her dark face turned into a flower with a smile.

"Sir, miss, let me do this kind of rough work."

Aunt Zhang walked over quickly, rolled up her sleeves, and bent down to wash the vegetables.

"It doesn't matter, it's just to experience life. Aunt Zhang should be busy first."

After Cen Hongwen said something, Aunt Zhang hesitated to walk away. What kind of farmhouse entertainment has become popular in recent years, it seems that urban people like to pick vegetables, wash vegetables and do some farm work.