"Husband! Help me up!" Xue Xuening called me charmingly early the next morning - I rolled over in a very shameless manner! There was no way, my wife spoke. It is a tradition of the Yang family that my wife is the biggest! You

Ask me where this tradition comes from? My father passed it down to me! This is a family tradition! My father and I are the only ones in the Yang family!

"Honey? What do you want to eat in the morning?" After my hard work all night last night, Xue Xuening's fear has basically disappeared, leaving only a lot of things that are not allowed to be broadcast in her head.

Miaomiao muttered at the side: "Dried fish! Master, I want to eat dried fish!" How could I forget such a foodie! Ever since he identified with dried fish, he has refused to eat anything else!

I want to eat dried small fish made by black workshops that have been added with various chemical raw materials! Oh my god, in order to satisfy my appetite, I am catching black workshops making dried fish all over the city! Some black workshops heard the news,

I didn’t dare to make dried fish with added ingredients, but for a while, the dried fish market in Hetai City was filled with singing and dancing!

This was really hard for me, and I had to complain so much! In the end, I got angry and opened a black workshop for making dried small fish. I used coercion and inducement to come up with the method of making black-hearted dried fish, and made one every month.

The big tank is reserved for Meow Meow to eat!

Hey, when people raise cats, they just need to buy some cat food and scoop the cat poop a few times. How can I be like me? I also have a sleeping companion! If you talk about it, I can be regarded as the number one cat slave in the world!

Xue Xuening hugged my neck and said shyly: "I want to eat fried dough sticks! Soy milk!" I nodded: "I'll fry them for you right now!"

Thanks to her omnipotent husband, he can cook anything! The recipe for deep-fried fried dough sticks is also secretly passed down by each stall. No one can teach you it without spending money! If you want fried dough sticks to be crispy and crispy, you must have a secret recipe. Each store has a secret recipe.

There are different methods, and there are dozens of ways to fry fried dough sticks in a city!

I put on a pair of trousers, took out half a basin of soybeans from the warehouse, soaked them in water, and kneaded the dough to prepare the dough sticks.

Xue Xuening hugged me from behind in her pajamas, put her face against my back and whispered: "Mengmeng, it's great to have you..."

"Hey hey hey..." I rubbed my face and giggled. Xue Xuening saw that the beautiful atmosphere was completely ruined by my silly smile, and she said with a sweet smile: "How silly!"

"Okay, honey, don't mess with me here. Go wash up quickly. Don't let Meow Meow get to you first, otherwise she will laugh at you all day long! This cat has a poisonous mouth!" I pointed out with my finger.

Her head was covered with flour, and she scratched Xue Xuening's nose, leaving her with a nose full of flour, which was particularly cute and funny.

Xue Xuening smiled angrily: "You bad guy! Run to the bathroom to do your morning cleaning."

"The fragrance of flowers comes in the first month. My little brother will enter the bridal chamber today."

"There is a pretty girl in the bridal chamber, with her eyebrows painted and her hair done."

"The eyes are as tender as water, and the throat is as bright as water."

...

This is my professional habit. Whenever I work, I like to sing to myself. This is the advantage of being good at singing - I can completely pretend to be original and sing! This is why so many people set up stalls in the small Tianqiao square.

The reason why I can only make money from guitars is that only the elite in the industry can survive these days. In the circle of singing and selling, I am an elite!

Another major feature of my singing is that the lyrics are not serious. Even if they are serious songs, I will make them become non-serious. I have studied Chinese for four years, and the only thing I have learned is how to change songs. The songs I changed have rhymes with rhymes.

There is no sense of violation that has not been corrected at all - for example, the song "My Underwear" I sang to the children in the nightclub two days ago.

In fact, I planned to sing the original version that day, but as I was singing, my mind wandered. Sometimes you don’t just sing whatever you want, but you can’t help but sing the song crookedly as you follow the music! People, even if they are too talented, it doesn’t matter.

Not bad!

As expected, she, who is as pure as Meow Meow, couldn't stand my singing immediately. Whenever I sang, she would angrily plug her ears with her fingers, just like I was scratching a blackboard with a glass!

Hey, who can understand the sadness of no one appreciating art? Why can't Meow, who is excellent in every aspect, not appreciate my art?

"Come on, come on, Meow Meow, the master will sing a song for you!" I shouted to Meow Meow with a smile.

Immediately after meowing, the hair fell down the tree, and its tail exploded into a mace. She opened the door and ran into the yard as if to escape. She jumped on a tree and plugged her ears and looked at me with fear. Xue Xuening came out with a toothbrush in her mouth:

"You forced Meow Meow up into a tree again? Tell me, you can sing quite well, why do you have to sing these things?"

"Do you know? Art originates from labor, and the songs sung by the working people are the most beautiful songs - "Eighteen Mo" sung by the working people is also the most beautiful "Eighteen Mo". Don't think this is a dirty word, it is

The most beautiful artistic communication between people, when the audience shows a clear smile, it is the happiest moment for artists." I explained to Xue Xuening with a serious face, but the smile at the corner of my mouth still betrayed me.

Thoughts from the bottom of my heart.

"Yang Mengmeng! You big thief!" Xue Xuening punched my chest with her small fist, and I quickly stopped her: "Don't make trouble! There is a frying pan here! You said you were going to drain the oil.

How to fix the pot?"

"You support me!" Xue Xuening said matter-of-factly, raising her little head.

I quickly apologized: "Auntie, go and wait over there at the table! You've caused so much trouble for me so early in the morning, and neither you nor Miaolemi will give me any peace of mind!" I said with a wry smile.

"Sister, this is called returning to eighteen years old! Looking for my lost youth!" Xue Xuening said proudly, holding her little hands behind her back: "Anyway, all my work has been given to the secretary, and no one has bothered me these days, so I just

Seriously be my boudoir girl waiting to be married!"

"Okay, okay, sister, you win! You are a young and invincible beautiful girl, and I am a rough uncle who has gone straight to middle age!" I shook my head with a wry smile.

"Humph! You are the uncle! The unscrupulous uncle!" Xue Xuening looked like a girl's arrogant spirit, like a two-dimensional pseudo-loli full of arrogant power - she is 1.7 meters tall...

Seeing that I stopped singing, Meow Meow jumped down from the tree neatly and walked in with a nonchalant expression, but the mace on her butt proved what had just happened.

"Only dried small fish can make up for the damage to my soul..." Miaomiao hugged my arm and begged.

I pointed to the basement and yelled: "Take it yourself! I had your big dick put in the basement yesterday! Eat less! That stuff is salty, don't be too salty!"

Meow Meow stroked her tail and jumped up and down to the basement...

This morning, it was so chaotic! The lives of three people were so chaotic. If four, five, six... I would be killed!

"Let's eat!" After breakfast, I slumped in a chair and smoked a cigar to reflect on life - I suddenly discovered that there is something called a cigar lighter. I used to use a lighter to light the fire.

It turns out that my rustic spirit is deep in my bones and cannot be changed. Even if I smoke a cigar that costs more than a thousand dollars, it cannot change my rustic nature. A man who even wants to fry big fruits himself can be so rich.
Chapter completed!