The eldest daughter of the group pet, she is full of luck

Chapter 95 That Sadness
"No, no, we're not talking about kissing."

Gaifeng has one head and two big ones: "Kan Minger invited two maids from another courtyard to pretend to be our brothers' fiancées, and took them around the village. Everyone's thoughts stopped."

"That's a good idea."

Li Xiu'e's eyes lit up, and she agreed wholeheartedly.

"You really don't think about it. There are a few girls of the right age in our village who look very juicy."

Su Hu felt a little regretful, he looked at this matter from the perspective of a hunter.

Strong wind, heavy rain, strong body and extraordinary martial arts.

If you can take a daughter of a hunter's family, when you grow old in the future, you will go back to the countryside to hunt and make a living. It will not be as easy as being a guard for a family.

Of course, this was based on the fact that he did not know the true ages of the two royal guards.

If he knew that the two of them were not a few years younger than him, they would never mess up the mandarin ducks and stuff the young girl who was so juicy into the wolf's mouth.

"I don't think about it, I really don't think about it, thank you Uncle Su Hu, oh no, uncle for your concern."

As soon as the wind blows, he speaks a bit tongue-in-cheek, so my uncle even shouted.

The majestic Royal Qilin Guard, the sad one behind the scenes, is almost flooding.

"The two children don't want to, so what are you worrying about?"

Li Xiu'e couldn't stand it any longer, and glared at her husband angrily.

"Okay, I won't ask if it's okay?"

Su Hu blushed, rubbed his nose and smiled embarrassingly.

"Father, mother, let's eat quickly."

Su Zixuan added in a timely manner and changed the subject: "If you don't eat the food, it will be cold."

"Okay, eat, eat."

Su Hu glanced at his son gratefully, picked up the steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

“Niang’s steamed buns are delicious!”

Wang Meng looked at the two sympathetically, embarrassed and embarrassed, almost looking for a royal guard who had slipped through a crack in the ground, and smiled and rubbed his hands to help.

"Eat as many as you like."

Li Xiu'e heard it pleasing to her ears, and the sullenness in her stomach dissipated instantly, and she looked at Wang Meng with loving eyes.

"He has already eaten four steamed buns."

Su Zixuan glanced at the half steamed bun in his hand, and pointed out the facts unwillingly.

Why can't he eat so many steamed buns?
They watched Wang Meng's head grow like a wicker sprout, almost half a head taller than him.

As a brother who is two years older, the indescribable taste is indescribably sour.

"Mengzi's appetite is fine. He will join the army in the future, and he won't suffer a loss if he enters the barracks."

When mentioning Wang Meng's appetite, everyone laughed, and Gaifeng didn't lose the opportunity to make fun of it, completely diverting Su Hu's thoughts.

"Does Mengzi want to be a soldier?"

Sure enough, when it came to being a soldier, Su Hu was obviously taken aback for a moment, and looked at Wang Meng inquiringly.

"miss you!"

Wang Meng replied without hesitation: "I want to grow up to join the army, serve as a soldier and fight wars, defend my family and country, ride a tall horse, and become a general."

"Haha, our Mengzi's ambition is high!"

Su Hu was overjoyed when he heard that, and couldn't help feeling a little proud. He picked up his wine glass, patted the table and drank loudly: "Okay, let's have a toast for our future general."

"Dry!"

The whole family responded, cheerfully picked up the porridge bowl, and even the little prince held a small bowl of soup with a decent appearance, imitating his sister with a smile, and raised the bowl to congratulate.

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The family ate very happily, talking and laughing. After the meal, Su Zixuan and Wang Meng consciously cleared the table and washed the dishes.

Li Xiu'e smiled gratifiedly, rubbed her sore shoulders, went back to the main room, and lay down on the kang to rest.

Su Qing took a sharp look at her exhaustion, and followed her in with the little prince in his arms, coquettishly beside her: "Mother is tired, and she has to make bamboo flutes and cook again, so I will give mother a shoulder squeeze."

(End of this chapter)