Huang Guoliang looked at his niece's wet hair, a man's clothes and a blush that had not yet dissipated. As a person who has experienced it, he still didn't know what had just happened. He couldn't help but shout in his heart: "Silly girl, a man can hang and hold him, but he can't let him eat it. Once he succeeds, he will feel it is not new, tired, and then abandon it like a piece of shoes." Although he doesn't know if Song Wen is such a person, he must be careful.

Now that he looked like his stupid niece, he was obviously hanged on Song Wen. Alas, if he had known, he would have taught her two tricks. I remember that he was a handsome, elegant and elegant handsome man in Nanzhou area. I don’t know how many girls rushed over like moths to the fire. But in the end, he still insisted on his own ideas and married this simple wife now.

"Uncle Huang is here, have you eaten? Come and have a meal together." Song Wen saw Huang Guoliang coming in, and quickly got up and greeted.

Huang Guoliang was not polite either and sat on the chair, and Song Wen hurriedly went to get food.

"Uncle, why are you here?" Xiaojun asked Huang Guoliang.

Huang Guoliang did not answer her words, but said, "You haven't called home for so long. Everyone in the family was worried. If Huang Wenfeng hadn't called and said you were fine, your dad would have called the police."

"I have nothing to do, what's there to worry about?" Xiaojun murmured.

"Why don't you worry, you are a girl who is away, what if you have a few things?"

Song Wen felt that Huang Guoliang's tone was a little heavy, so he quickly handed over the prepared rice and said, "Uncle Huang, come and taste my skills?"

Huang Guoliang was not polite, so he picked up the bowls and chopsticks and started eating. In a short while, he ate two big bowls of rice. Song Wen and Xiaojun who were standing beside him were stunned. Those who knew said that he was a big belly, but he didn't know that he thought he was a starving ghost and was reincarnated.

"Uncle Huang, hurry up. I have food here, so I'm not afraid of not having to eat." Song Wen said quickly. In fact, he was afraid that the fat man in front of him would choke to death if he was too anxious.

Huang Guoliang ignored him and just continued to snatch the rice in his mouth. After eating two more bowls of rice, he put down the bowl, held his slightly raised belly and said, "I'll eat these things in this time, otherwise I'll be unable to walk."

Song Wen and Xiaojun looked at each other in a hurry. They even said they had lost weight by eating four bowls of rice, but they didn't believe it.

"By the way, Awen, what kind of rice is this? Why is it so sweet? I have never eaten such rice. The Thai fragrant rice, Taiwan fragrant rice, mountain fragrant rice and so on the market are incomparable to this." Huang Guoliang has never eaten such delicious rice. It is fragrant and glutinous. After eating it, he still has a sweetness of rice. It makes people want to eat it again after eating it, otherwise it would be impossible for him to eat four bowls at once with his two bowls of rice.

Song Wen glanced at him and thought to himself that it was delicious, but this was the green rice watered with Ruyi Fan Spring. If it was not delicious, it would be a ghost.

"Yes! Awen, I also feel that the food in your house is very delicious." Xiaojun also echoed from the side.

"Of course it's delicious. These are all grown by our family, without pesticides or chemical fertilizers, and pure natural foods. Moreover, this rice is not ordinary rice, I grow it with wild rice I got from the mountain. It's the only one in the world, and there is no semicolon." Song Wen said very stinky.

"Really? I have never heard of rice growing on the mountain." Huang Guoliang said suspiciously, and Xiaojun also looked disbelief.

"Of course it's true. Maybe the birds ate rice seeds and they will become wild as they grow. If you think it's delicious, I'll give you a few bags when you go back and cook porridge in the morning and evening. It's clear and delicious, and very delicious."

Huang Guoliang nodded and said, "It's really delicious." He has eaten many varieties of rice, but it doesn't have this flavor."

He sat on the chair with his stomach in his arms and rested. Song Wen and Xiaojun continued to eat. Song Wen also held vegetables for Xiaojun from time to time. With elders in front of him, Xiaojun was not as free and easy as when there was no one, but looked shy.

Huang Guoliang looked at it, smacked his lips, and asked, "I said, boy, when will you marry our Xiaojun?"

"Uncle" Xiaojun didn't expect her uncle to say this, and she couldn't help but feel ashamed.

"What's so embarrassing about this? I'll say it sooner or later." Huang Guoliang said with confidence.

"Tonight, I will discuss with my parents and let them find a day to propose marriage." Song Wen had already discussed with Xiaojun, and now he heard Huang Guoliang's question and replied truthfully.

Huang Guoliang nodded and said nothing. In fact, he was afraid that Song Wen would eat clean after getting Xiaojun, wiping his mouth and patting his butt and leaving. The one who suffered at that time was his niece, and he had to consider his niece. But he didn't know what Song Wen knew what his thoughts would be.

After dinner, Huang Guoliang asked Song Wen to take him to see the old pine bonsai that he brought back for treatment last time.

Song Wen pointed to the old pine bonsai placed in a corner next to the yard and asked him to see it himself. After he brought the old pine bonsai back, he kept placing it there except hanging a bottle and spraying water, and never moved it. If Huang Guoliang didn't come to get it, he would have forgotten that the bonsai existed.

Huang Guoliang walked over and looked at it, and suddenly shouted, "Awen, how did you do it? Why did you make the bonsai like this?"

In the earliest days, the pine bonsai was covered with pine trees, like small umbrellas scattered on the curved branches. After the branches and leaves withered, although they looked bleak and desolate, they had a vigorous and arrogant atmosphere. However, now green pine needles covered the curved branches, which was a messy scene. Coupled with the few dead branches on the top, there was no artistic conception at all, and even the dead roots on the road on the mountain were worse than those on the dead tree.

The bonsai is just a artistic conception. Nowadays, there is no artistic conception, and you don’t want it for free, and you can even sell it for a bad money.

"Why can't you watch it?" Song Wen heard this and walked to him and said angrily. Xiaojun also walked out of it and got close to Song Wen to watch the fun.

"Look at the bonsai now, it's messy. In the past, the tent was covered like an umbrella, and it was obliquely covered on the stone. It looked so beautiful. Now, look, what did it become?" Huang Guoliang pointed at the Lao Song bonsai and said sadly.

"Uncle Huang, the matchmaker has not included you in the bridal chamber for you. I will cure you for your help, but if you don't, you can restore the bonsai you cured, you can still recover to the same as before. Do you think I am a god!" Song Wen said jokingly to Huang Guoliang.

"Yes! Uncle, it's not easy for Awen to help you cure the tree. You still want it to be like the same thing as before. It's too difficult for him!" Xiaojun also said from the side.

"Xiaojun, why did you turn your elbows out before you even cross the door? It's a shame that my uncle still loves you so much." Huang Guoliang said after hearing this, staring at Xiaojun.

"What did you say? Uncle." Xiaojun jumped straight into shame and annoyance.

"Actually, it looks pretty good. Look at the trunk wrapped around the stone, curved like a dragon's body; although the pine tent is messy, it looks like a dragon's head when you look closely; the dead branches on it are slightly trimmed, like two dragon horns, and the overall look is like a blue dragon wrapped around a huge stone, which is so powerful. There is also this tangled stone, which doesn't feel anything when you look closely, but it looks a bit like Guan Gong. This bonsai can be called Guandi Fulong in the future, and it will definitely be sold for a good price." Song Wen looked at the old pine bonsai carefully and said.
Chapter completed!