Time space: the rough man's sick beauty, she turned wild

Wang Daju wanted to go in and take a look, but Lin Tianxia was stuck in the middle of the door, and she was so anxious that she couldn't get in even though she was scratching her head.

"Zhihuan, dinner is ready." Lin Tianxia stood motionless at the door.

Although Lin Tianxia has temporarily put aside the conflict between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, she is still ashamed of Zhou Xiaodong's family's indifferent behavior.

If the family situation is not good, you can give less betrothal gift.

Even if you don’t give a bride price, you must at least show an attitude.

Whoever marries a daughter-in-law is treated like a relative and doesn’t care about anything? !

And that red envelope...

To put it bluntly, the red envelopes her family gave to their children during the Chinese New Year were bigger than the ones Wang Daju took out.

"I won't go." Shen Zhihuan did not look at "Tail" who was blocked behind Lin Tianxia.

Her milk had just been brewed, and she probably wouldn't be able to eat anything after drinking this glass.

"If you don't eat, how can you still eat what's in your stomach? You haven't even eaten a few bites at noon. If you want to starve what's in your stomach, let's see how your brigade commander Su deals with you." Lin Tianxia said angrily.

This was originally a joke, but Wang Daju and Zhou Xiaojing took it seriously.

The mother and daughter looked at each other secretly.

The contempt and disdain in his eyes deepened.

Shen Zhihuan hesitated for a second, then put the red bean cake in Lin Tianxia's hand and said, "Wait for me for one minute."

After saying that, he turned around and went back to the house.

When I came out again, I had the small satchel on my back.

There was also an enamel jug of milk in his hand.

"Does this count as eating and taking?" Lin Tianxia joked with a smile.

"If you arrive five minutes earlier, I won't have to carry this glass of milk." Shen Zhihuan closed the door and put the key into the small satchel.

The faces of the two people who were completely ignored looked a little ugly.

Shen Zhihuan pretended to be invisible and went straight downstairs with the enamel jar.

At this time, most of the women in the family courtyard were preparing dinner, so there was no one in the courtyard.

Occasionally I meet one, and he is rushing home to cook.

Shen Zhi smiled happily and said hello to others before leading a few people out.

"Zhihuan, have you moved to the compound now?" After a while, Wang Daju smiled and approached again.

"No!" Shen Zhihuan's mouth maintained a decent arc.

But I didn’t mean to elaborate at all.

It is better to have as little contact as possible with people who have their intentions written on their faces.

"Then where do you live now?" Wang Daju didn't seem to notice Shen Zhihuan's perfunctory behavior.

Shen Zhihuan really wanted to give her a big look.

Where she lives is none of her business!
"Auntie, I remember that after the rice harvest, wheat seems to have to be planted, right? Has your wheat been planted?" Shen Zhihuan asked without answering.

"After planting, how can we dare to come out if we don't plant in the ground? We mud-legged people are not like you city people. We can just go to work in the factory and get dozens of wages a month. We face the loess and turn our backs to the sky all year round." If you don't take care of the little harvest in the ground, you will have to suffer from the northwest wind next year." Wang Daju smiled kindly.

"I am also a mud-legged person, not from the city." Shen Zhihuan smiled and picked up the milk and took a sip.

"Zhihuan, why does this milk smell different to the milk you drink?" Lin Tianxia shrugged her nose.

"This taste is a little lighter." Shen Zhihuan took another sip.

As soon as they left the family home, two tall and tall men came towards them.

Zhou Xiaojing, who was following Shen Zhihuan, blushed for some reason and didn't even dare to raise her eyes to look at the man walking towards her.

Wang Daju's eyes widened.

The mother-in-law looked more and more happy as she looked at her son-in-law.

But when her eyes fell on the man with a stern face, she frowned slightly. "Daughter-in-law! His doghouse didn't smoke you, did it?" Su Ziyu stepped forward and took the enamel jar from Shen Zhihuan's hand very naturally.

"Su Ziyu, can you speak?" Yu Jingyan stretched out his foot to kick Su Ziyu, but Su Ziyu nimbly dodged it.

Shen Zhihuan took out the key from his small bag and handed it to Yu Jingyan, "Thank you!"

"If you really want to thank me, take some practical actions instead of just talking." Yu Jingyan smiled and took the key.

"Brigadier Su and Political Commissar Yu, dinner is ready, let's go have something together!" Lin Tianxia said hurriedly.

Su Ziyu said nothing and just looked at his little wife.

Yu Jingyan didn't say anything, as if he was also waiting for an answer.

"Go eat something! I'm a little hungry." As if to confirm Shen Zhihuan's words, her slightly heaving stomach growled.

"Didn't I tell you, is there food in the low cabinet in the living room? What? It's not to your liking?" Yu Jingyan smiled and glanced at Shen Zhihuan's growling stomach.

"No, I just woke up and was going to eat something, but Tianxia came to call me." Shen Zhihuan explained.

Su Ziyu checked the temperature of the enamel jar and made sure it wasn't too hot before feeding it to his wife's mouth.

"Drink a few sips first, don't drink too much, or you won't be able to eat again later."

Wang Daju frowned and looked at Su Ziyu's stern brows, his wrinkled face full of question marks.

Mental illness is okay…

Zhou Xiaojing blushed and secretly looked at this and that.

When a few people passed by, the food had just been served.

There is a large pot placed against the wall. The yellow millet porridge is neither thin nor thick. You can smell the faint aroma of millet from a few steps away.

Liu Congzheng, who was greeting the guests at the side, saw Su Ziyu and Yu Jingyan coming, quickly arranged the guests, and strode forward to greet them.

"Brigade Commander Su and Political Commissar Yu, please sit inside quickly."

Because it was the opening time for the banquet, people were coming and going in the huge auditorium.

Su Ziyu put the empty enamel jar in Yu Jingyan's hand and carefully supported his young wife.

Yu Jingyan rolled his eyes and followed him as if resigned to his fate.

Liu Congzheng led several people to the window seat with a smile on his face.

Wang Daju glanced at Liu Congzheng, as if he wanted to say something, but after moving his lips several times, he still closed them and silently followed Shen Zhihuan and others to the table by the window.

Zhou Xiaojing blushed and sat down opposite Yu Jingyan shyly.

Who is Yu Jingyan?
The little bully in the capital, which nook and corner in the capital does not have his footprints?

What kind of dirty thing has he not seen before?

With just one glance, Yu Jingyan could tell what she was thinking.

Because of family reasons, there were too many women around him.

Women who wanted to climb high saw him like flies seeing bloody flesh.

That look...

It's disgusting to watch.

As soon as his wife sat down, Su Ziyu went to get a bowl of millet porridge.

Yu Jingyan was disgusted by the stare from the man opposite, and turned to look at Shen Zhihuan, "My sister-in-law said that there will be new autumn clothes coming from Guangcheng in the next two days. Do you want to pick out some?"

"Internal price?" Shen Zhihuan's eyes lit up.

"Does your man lack the money you need to buy clothes?" Yu Jingyan asked coldly.

Scrooge!
The sum of her royalties and bonuses in one year is more than what other people earn in a lifetime.

I still have to search for that little bit. (End of chapter)