Farmhouse pretty cook

Chapter 185: Fighting God of War (2)
But it's not over yet, Mu Xiang likes to tease Wu Qing, watching him shatter a piece of iron, it's very fulfilling!

"Don't make such an expression, I washed it cleanly, but I didn't store it long enough. Logically speaking, it should be stored for more than a year before it can be used, but I only kept it for more than a month, less than two months. , Alas, I was quite worried that I would ruin my stomach if I ate it. You don’t know that if the pig’s small intestine is not cleaned, it is actually quite dirty..."

"Don't talk about it," Wu Qing felt his stomach churn and couldn't stop it.If she was allowed to continue talking, his dinner tonight would be for nothing.

Caiyun and Mulang couldn't help laughing, hugged their stomachs, and lay down on the table laughing.

The same is true for He An. When Wu Qing is deflated, he will definitely laugh out loud.

Even He Liancheng, who was always known for being ruthless, had a smile overflowing in his sharp black eyes.His eyes were always locked on Mu Xiang, and under that layer of smile, he was full of pampering.

Seeing Mu Xiang's playful and lively face, he suddenly understood.

In this life, what he was waiting for was this smile.Watching her smile, being happy with her, and protecting her for a life of worry-free life, his life will be complete.

At this moment, His Royal Highness King Xiang, like a gazer sitting under the bodhi tree, suddenly enlightened and entered the realm of the gods.

It's just that he doesn't care about being a god, he only cares about the woman sitting across from him with a charming smile.

The meal ended with laughter and laughter.

After dinner, He An was about to change his master's dressing, but was scared away by Lian Cheng's sharp eyes.

Clever little Anzi, if he still can't understand his master's little thoughts at this time, then he doesn't deserve to stay by his side.

He ran to the kitchen and rubbed his hands against Mu Xiang, who was about to wash the dishes, "Ms. Mu, I will leave my master's injury to you. Wu Qing and I have something to do, so we have to go. It's safe, you Don't worry, the master has made arrangements."

"Oh, fine, you are busy with your work, I can take care of things here," Mu Xiang didn't think much about it, after all, they gave so much money, it's not right to take care of him!
He An thanked him, then hurried out, dragged Wu Qing who was still sweeping snow in the yard, and dragged him out.

When the two of them left the Mu family's yard, He An called Mu Lang to close the gate and not to open it again at night.

Wu Qing followed He An up the mountain with a puzzled look on his face, "Why did you bring me out? The master is still inside, so speak quickly."

"What do you say, we two will spend the night here tonight, master, don't worry about it, it's not our turn, if you dare to join in the fun, believe it or not, master will shoot you out with one palm?"

"What do you mean?" Simple as Wu Qing, as dull as Wu Qing, how could he understand the twists and turns?
He An didn't bother to explain to him anymore, talking to a person with zero EQ was an insult to his IQ.

Looking at the cold and humid environment, He An missed the warm blanket of the Mu family very much.

Although the distance between Muxiang's house and their palace is not a little bit, even the place where the servants live in the mansion is not comparable.

But the Mu family feels very warm and nostalgic, which may be the reason why his master doesn't want to leave!

For those of them who grew up under the imperial power, what they lack the most is family affection.

In the house, Mu Xiang filled a basin of warm water again and brought it into He Liancheng's room, "Well, do you want to change your clothes? Today's laundry is not dry yet, do you have any other clothes?"

He Liancheng sat cross-legged on the kang to practice his kung fu, and when he heard her coming in, he slightly raised his eyelids, glanced at her, then closed his eyes again, but also answered her words, "It's all in the cabinet. "

"Cabinet?" Mu Xiang was puzzled, walked to the wardrobe, opened the door and took a look, her eyes slowly widened, her mouth was open enough to stuff a goose egg.

what's the situation?
Does this guy want to live for a long time or what, he brought so many things.Such a big cabinet was actually filled up by him. Half of it was piled with brand-new brocade quilts, and the other half were neatly stacked with his clothes, shoes, and even a lot of shirts inside.

Mu Xiang took a deep breath, pointed at the cabinet and turned to look at him, "Excuse me, what do you mean? Why do you still want to celebrate the New Year at my house?"

He Liancheng let out a breath, put away his chaotic breath, and faced her angry accusation, he was still calm.

"I don't like to wear dirty clothes. I asked He An to prepare the brocade quilt inside. You can cover it with it. It's colder when the snow melts, so heat the kang at night."

It seems to have answered Mu Xiang's question, but if you think about it carefully, it seems that you didn't say anything.

Mu Xiang twitched the corner of her mouth, took out a piece of clothing, and closed the cabinet door, "Thank you, I have a quilt at home, you can just keep your quilt and cover it yourself, I'll take your money, you live in my house Now, I have nothing to say, but please don’t forget to leave.”

The light in He Liancheng's black eyes sank slowly, almost sinking into the bottomless abyss. After a while, he seemed powerless to say, "Is it just because of the money?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt how aggrieved and painful his heart was.Although I knew that this girl loves money, she is a standard miser.

However, after getting along for so long, he thought he was different, and there shouldn't be only money between them, there should be other things, right?
But Mu Xiang's words knocked him down again.

Mu Xiang brought the clothes in front of him, and seeing his shocked face, she asked curiously: "What's wrong with you, why do you have such an expression, what else can we talk about besides money? You Who are you, who am I, master, lord, young master, we are not the same people."

This is for him to hear, and it is also for himself.

She never delusions about things that are not her own and things that are too far away from her.

Even if you want to think about it, you have to wait until you have the ability to think about it.

He Liancheng lowered his head slightly, looked at the little hand she stretched out, and suddenly grabbed it, with a little force on his hand, he brought her into his arms.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Mu Xiang was taken aback, and suddenly fell into the arms of a stranger, no matter how thick-skinned she was, she would inevitably blush.

(End of this chapter)