Shen Qingqing glanced at Meng Yuan and couldn't help laughing: "Brother Chicken seems to know that it was guillotined because of you, so he came here to seek revenge on you."
Meng Yuan touched the tip of his nose innocently, "I think it's jealous of me."
Shen Qingqing was puzzled: "Huh?"
"Jealous that I'm prettier than him."
Otherwise, why would you peck him in the face with a clear purpose?
Shen Qingqing: "..."
Brother, you are a bit narcissistic.
Meng Qixue, who was listening in the audience, covered her face in an exaggerated manner, revealing her watery eyes from between her fingers, and said in a coquettish voice: "I am so shy, how can I praise myself for my good looks? I should let my mother praise me."
Praise!"
Meng Yuan quickly glanced at Shen Qingqing, the smile on his face faded and became a little more awkward, and a light red appeared on his white jade face.
Hey, he's not a three-year-old child.
How embarrassing it is to take the initiative to ask for compliments from your wife.
Shen Qingqing caught a glimpse of his rosy cheeks and was shocked. Is someone shy?
How can a man who talks about his wife when they first meet be shy?
Good guy, this is a trip to hell and I have become too thin-skinned.
However, the man's shy appearance is quite good-looking. It looks like a magnolia flower standing on a branch. It is pink and white, and white and pink. It is really charming and charming.
Shen Qingqing suddenly felt itchy in her heart and wanted to tease the shy and innocent boy in front of her. She had been teased before, so this time it was time for her to rise up.
She raised her head, with a half-hearted smile in her eyebrows, and looked at Meng Yuan carefully. Finally, she stretched out a finger to touch his red cheek, nodded and said, "Yes, your father does look good."
Brother Chicken is jealous."
Her fingers seemed to be filled with flames, which made his heart tremble violently. The skin that the fingers touched instantly turned a little redder.
Meng Yuan turned his head away uncomfortably, raised his hand to touch his nose, and then his face. He was so nervous that he didn't know where to put his hand.
He remembered that his wife was not so bold before.
I still get angry when I call her daughter-in-law.
Why did you suddenly take action?
Should he cooperate, or resist a little?
While he was immersed in thinking, Shen Qingqing's ringing laughter first came to his ears. The laughter was narrow and narrow, which made Meng Yuan look more and more embarrassed. He looked for himself under the steps dryly: "Today's weather seems a bit hot...
"
It was so hot that he was sweating.
Shen Qingqing saw through it but didn't say anything: "If you find it too hot, just sit in the corridor and enjoy the breeze. I'll go to the kitchen to help Aunt He make dinner."
As soon as they entered the kitchen, Mr. He waved his arms and shooed her out, "You can go out and have a rest. Zhenshan and I are enough here."
Fang Zhenshan had a floral apron hanging around his neck, a spatula in his hand, and echoed beside him: "Just rest, thank you for the hard work after traveling so long."
He was a tough guy, let alone a pretty little girl like Shen Qingqing.
"You cook your food, and I'll make porridge for Meng Yuan. He just woke up, so it's best to eat something light."
Mrs. He smiled like an aunt and said, "Okay, then you can cook it."
The young couple loves each other, and she cannot be a roadblock.
Shen Qingqing found the casserole in the utility room and washed it, washed it, washed a bowl of rice and cooked it. While the porridge was cooking, she cut a piece of plum blossom meat and chopped it into puree, added a little starch and marinated it for a while, then put it in the oil pan and fried it until cooked.
After frying the minced meat, I looked back and saw that the man who was supposed to be sitting in the corridor blowing air was squatting in front of the stove turning over carbon blocks.
Shen Qingqing raised her eyebrows, walked over and touched his shoulder, teasing: "Aren't you hot? Why are you going to the kitchen?"
Meng Yuan opened his eyes without changing his expression and told lies: "I think the kitchen is cooler than the corridor."
Shen Qingqing laughed and did not argue with him, but warned: "The rice porridge is almost ready, lower the fire, and I'll cut some green vegetables."
He had washed the vegetables, so she grabbed a handful, cut them into small pieces with a knife, poured them in when the porridge was soft and sticky, and then added the fried minced meat, oil and salt to taste.
The rice porridge was bubbling, the steam was rising, and the aroma wafted out. Meng Yuan, who was squatting in front of the charcoal stove, couldn't help but sniff, feeling excited in his heart.
He can finally have a hot meal!
Finally, I no longer have to watch others eat!
When the food was served, Meng Yuan couldn't wait to serve himself a bowl of rice porridge. One bite was so hot that his soul almost soared.
Shen Qingqing asked him from the side: "I haven't cooked vegetable and lean meat porridge for a long time. How does it taste?"
Meng Yuan's tongue twitched and he swallowed the hot porridge expressionlessly. He didn't dare to speak because he always felt like he would spit out fire. After a while, he squeezed out three words from between his teeth: "It's delicious."
Shen Qingqing smiled, "If it tastes good, just eat more."
Meng Yuan took another spoonful of porridge for himself with trembling hands. This time he had a better memory and did not dare to stuff it directly into his mouth. He let it dry for a while before daring to eat it.
This must be the best porridge he has ever tasted. The rice is soft and glutinous, the minced meat is soft and tender, the vegetables are crispy, and the texture is extremely rich.
After eating a bowl of rice porridge, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead and his stomach felt warm. Only then did he feel that he was really alive.
After the meal, Mr. He was going to help the children take a bath before going home, but before they even reached the kitchen, he was dragged away by Fang Zhenshan.
"We haven't seen each other for a long time, you don't want to talk to me and have a chat?"
"You smelly old man, who cares about you?"
"You don't care about me, but I care about you..."
The cheerful voices of the two gradually disappeared in the night wind.
Shen Qingqing couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips. After laughing, she stood up and stretched, "I'm going to boil water for the children to bathe. You can also wash them later. It should be more comfortable to go to bed after taking a bath."
Meng Yuan quickly stood up on the stool, followed her into the kitchen, took the initiative to pick up the fire stick, started the fire and added firewood.
Neither of them spoke. The kitchen was so quiet that only the crackling sound of firewood was left, and the laughter of children could be heard from time to time in the courtyard.
Meng Yuan looked at the quiet profile of the girl in front of him and smiled silently.
It feels so good to be together as a family.
After the water was boiled, Shen Qingqing scooped out two basins. The second treasure could wash them without anyone taking care of them. She mainly just helped the fourth treasure to wipe the back.
It was a quick bath in the summer, and all four cubs were washed in a short time. Before returning to the house, Meng Qixue reluctantly grabbed Shen Qingqing's clothes and told her: "Tell a story, mother, remember to tell us a story!"
Shen Qingqing pulled the clothes out of her hands and said in a dumbfounded voice: "Bao, you have repeated this eight hundred times."
The charm of the summer drama is really great, look how fascinated the children are.
After taking a bath, she went to the west room and told the children about Journey to the West: "Sun Wukong was suppressed in Wuzhi Mountain for five hundred years, and finally met Tang Monk who traveled west to learn Buddhist scriptures..."
Halfway through the lecture, I looked up and saw a handsome man who had just come out of the bath beside the door.
He held his long wet hair on his head, and the water droplets illuminated by the candlelight slid across his cheeks and submerged into his thin white clothes.
The clothes soaked in water clung to her body, and she could almost clearly see the smooth texture lines under the white clothes, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, perfect.
Shen Qingqing swallowed her saliva, and suddenly felt like she had become a Tang monk who went to the West to seek Buddhist scriptures, while Meng Yuan was the male goblin who seduced her halfway. This chapter has been completed!