In the room, Pan Jinlian was still dozing with her eyes narrowed, and still eating peanuts in a "queuing" line.

The sound of Wu Dalang falling into the yard forced Pan Jinlian's eyes to widen.

"Huh? What's the sound? Could it be that wild animals are lost when they go back to their nests and go to the wrong nest? It's about to run into the house and I close the door. Wouldn't there be extremely delicious wild game to eat at night?" Pan Jinlian was stunned and fantasized, and then thought clearly: "No, this sound is quite loud, not like a wild rabbit, wild roe deer. If it were a wild boar, I wouldn't be able to deal with it."

Thinking of this, Pan Jinlian looked up at the yard and saw Wu Dalang, who had already climbed up from the ground, ran towards him carrying an empty basket.

Wu Dalang shouted excitedly, and brought the tremolo like the singer when he sang: "A Lian, I'm back! Dalang is back home early!"

Pan Jinlian glanced at the mud on Wu Dalang’s knees and other places and replied, “I heard it a long time ago! I even fell down my mouth and chewed on the mud?”

Wu Dalang put down his burden and said, "So, you have heard the song I hummed?"

Pan Jinlian said: "Just your voice with iron scraped on the cement board, what nice yellow tune can you fly."

Wu Dalang said anxiously: "No, A Lian, I am not humming a yellow tune, but the most popular song at present - "Where is the way?"

Pan Jinlian waved her hand impatiently and said, "You should sing more, dare to ask where the money is!"

"That's right, I sing when I go out, I sing where the money is. When I go home, I sing "Where is where the way is." Going out is to find money, and when I go home, I see A Lian. I have to find the right direction and walk the right way..." Wu Dalang said this, and saw the fish soup on the table at a glance, and asked anxiously: "Hey, A Lian, why is this fish still taking a bath?"

Pan Jinlian waved her hand and said, "Go, let it take a bath in your stomach."

Wu Dalang said anxiously: "No, this fish is A Lian's special offer, how can I..."

Pan Jinlian got up and picked up the fish bowl, delivered it to Wu Dalang, and said in an orderly tone: "Eat it while it is still in the shelf life."

"No, A Lian, I have sold sesame cakes for so many years, and this is the first time I have picked up a live fish on the road." Wu Dalang waved his hand in a hurry and said firmly: "Dear, I will obey all your orders, but if you push the gun to my temple, A Lian, I will unsubmit your orders."

Pan Jinlian and Wu Dalang pushed him.

Pan Jinlian pretended to be caring and said, "You are busy all day, so it's time to replenish your body. Besides, this is what you picked up for selling sesame cakes, not what my kitten picked up, and the property rights should belong to you."

Wu Dalang: "No, no, A Lian, the property rights of me, Wu Dalang are all yours, let alone fish."

Seeing that Wu Dalang refused to eat, Pan Jinlian started to think that he had to show off his mind: "It seems that he had to act very gentle and considerately, and use a few soft skills to make this guy 'hit'."

Thinking of this, Pan Jinlian couldn't help but laugh, and then said to Wu Dalang very gently: "Dalang, this fish is the reward for my deep concern for you over the years!"

After saying that, Pan Jinlian showed a very concerned expression again, pointed to the fish bowl and said gently: "This guy who has been bathing for a long time is not a fish, but a heart of my heart. Only when my heart enters your stomach can my heart be leaned against like the stars in the sky. You look at me, I look at you."

Wu Dalang said strangely: "When this fish enters my stomach, how come it will become your heart? How can you look at me with my heart, and I look at you?"

Pan Jinlian said: "It has taught you that you have been teaching you for several years of culture, but you haven't made much progress yet. This is a description, and this is a crucian carp representing my heart."

Wu Dalang: Oh! I seem to understand a little...

Pan Jinlian continued, "Don't your heart lie in your stomach all the time? My heart has also entered. Are you not the two hearts leaning against each other like a chair, a table, a pot and a shovel?"

Pan Jinlian made a fool of herself, and finally made the Wuhan doctor plan. Wu Dalang took the fish soup bowl gratefully like a low-income household during the Chinese New Year when he received soybean oil from his leader to express his gratitude.

"You're right! Your stomach is so big, it's not zero distance but close distance!" Wu Dalang thought excitedly and looked at A Lian and said, "A Lian is so nice to me. I will definitely eat your heart and let our hearts..."

Because he was too excited, Wu Dalang could no longer say anything, and the tears in his eyes turned from ticks to ticks like the tap water pipe that had just exploded, and then turned into a rush to flow into the fish soup bowl.

Pan Jinlian continued to pretend to be caring and said: "Eat it! Don't be excited. Tears are not additives and will not add fresh fragrance to the fish soup."

Wu Dalang wiped his tears and replied, "Well! Ah... Ah Lian, I thought... I didn't expect that your love for me is no less than my love for you."

Pan Jinlian said: "Of course. OK, stop ruriba almost endlessly, be more refreshing!"

"Well! I'll eat... I have to wipe off the tears of excitement first to prevent the bowl from polluting the environment and not diluting the umami flavor." Wu Dalang said, looking at Pan Jinlian and thought, "It seems that there is a chance to catch it. A Lian never wants to borrow her fragrant handkerchief to wipe her tears. Now that since I even save the food, I will definitely borrow the fragrant handkerchief."

Thinking of this, Wu Dalang pointed at the tears on his face and said to Pan Jinlian: "A Lian, can you borrow my handkerchief from me to apply a handful of my crystal... crystal... Oh, by the way, crystal tears?"

Pan Jinlian: "Your eyes are small and suitable for the word turbidity"

Wu Dalang: "Why is this?"

Pan Jinlian: "What do you think!"

Wu Dalang wiped his tears with his hands, stared at the tears on his hands and said, "This...isn't this turbid?"

Pan Jinlian said: "I am a metaphor! Whether the tears are turbid, and which level is turbid, it is determined by different characters and different levels. Have you never read the descriptions in literary works? In the novel, as long as the girl is a beauty, no matter whether she is a love affair or a beating, whether she wins an award or dies, the word crystal clear will be used. But if it is the tears of an old man and an old lady migrant worker, they will all be turbid tears. Which type do you think you belong to and which level?"

"This is also divided!" Wu Dalang said to Pan Jinlian: "That way... Although I am not an old man and a lady, this level can only be classified as a migrant worker, and that can only be called turbid tears."

Pan Jinlian: "That's it! Nowadays, everything is divided into high, medium and low-end products, and you have to be the right one! Besides, don't you have a habit of movement when you snot and cry?"

Wu Dalang asked strangely: "What are you used to movements?"

Pan Jinlian gestured exaggeratedly and said, "Print those two dirty sleeves!"

Wu Dalang had no choice but to say, "Oh yes, I almost forgot, I have a multi-functional sleeve tube!"

As he said that, Wu Dalang picked up his sleeves and wiped his tears.
Chapter completed!