Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

Su Haitang slipped the knife in his hand and almost cut it!

"Grandma, what are you talking about!"

Su Haitang was a little out of breath, blushing and protesting thickly.

The scene of waking up in the morning and seeing Cheng Yuanzheng came to mind again.

The curtains were drawn in her room, so she couldn't tell if his face was red, and she didn't know when he entered her room and peeped at something.

hateful! Is this man full of water? It doesn't matter if you sneak and get caught, why do you have to blush! Make it clear that he is guilty of telling others!

He is so thick-skinned that he can even break into her bedroom, how could he blush!

Ya must have done it on purpose!

Su Haitang was so angry that his seven orifices were filled with smoke, and he bitterly swiped at the shrimp with the knife. He lifted the knife very neatly, as long as it was the thick-skinned man who cut it!

Seeing her granddaughter blushing, Zhang Yue'e laughed and joked.

"Oh, I'm still ashamed. Grandma also came here when I was young, how can I not understand the little things about you little girls and brats?"

"Grandma is not old-fashioned and feudal, Yuanzheng is also a good boy, grandma supports you to be together."

"I'm just telling you a word, so that you youngsters won't get angry, get impulsive and make mistakes, and make things ugly."

"This kind of thing is always a disadvantage to the girl's family. We have to take it seriously, so as not to make the in-laws look down upon it. This is a major event that affects your life. You can't be careless. Remember it?"

The more Su Haitang listened to it, the more suffocated and panicked she became, but she couldn't explain it to her grandma, so she had to bow her head and reply in a muffled voice.

"Grandma, you are thinking too much, we are innocent. Alright, let's turn on the fire, let's make braised prawns."

"Okay, let's cook. How do you plan to cook the ribs? That will take a lot of work, or you can stew it later, and then ask Yuan Zheng to eat it at night." Zhang Yue'e agreed cheerfully, and stopped teasing her cheeky granddaughter.

"He was on a mission and left."

Su Haitang said in a sullen voice, unable to bear to be angry with milk, and put all the blame on Cheng Yuanzheng!

"Ah? Why did you just leave? He didn't say anything, and he didn't say hello. Is there some urgent mission in the army? Is it dangerous?"

Zhang Yue'e was taken aback and asked worriedly.

Su Haitang glanced at the tight expression, pursed her lips, and gave a duplicity hum.

She was doing it to coax the milk, not to say good things about that rascal.

Zhang Yuee sighed melancholy.

"That's right, they must keep their missions secret, and he can't tell you. It's a pity that there are such good dishes."

Zhang Yuee looked at her granddaughter who was cooking neatly, and asked tentatively.

"Why don't you invite Chief He to come over for a meal. Anyway, we have done so much, and we can't finish it. He is a guest from afar, and he has no bad intentions. It's better not to make too much trouble."

Su Haitang was adding sugar to the pot to adjust the sauce, and when the shrimps turned red, she covered the pot and smoldered for a while, then straightened her waist and let out a hum.

"Then you watch the fire, I'll call people over to eat, first ask them to drink wine, and the rest of the hot dishes are fried and served on the table."

Zhang Yue'e got up and took off her apron, and went out to look for someone.

Su Haitang sat down and added straw to the stove, muttering unwillingly.

"For the sake of grandma, I will forgive you once. But the attitude must be corrected! Hmph."

After a while, Zhang Yue'e invited He Junfeng back again, the speed was so fast that Su Haitang wondered if he was standing outside, waiting for them to bow their heads to invite him.

"This dish is really delicious. Made by Haitang herself? I'm lucky."

He Junfeng entered the kitchen first, opened his mouth and praised.

Su Haitang glanced at him lightly, and made no reply.