The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 576: Only Tired Cow
Qiao Xiaomai clicked his tongue, kissed him lightly on the lips, and tiptoed out of bed.

She simply wiped her body with the spiritual spring water in the space, opened the door and walked out.

She will make breakfast. The braised pork takes a long time, and steamed buns need to be steamed. After reconciling last night, she has to hurry up.

Soon, the sky brightened, and Tong Tiehu woke up.

Seeing that Qiao Maimai was the only one working in the kitchen, he was a little surprised, "Sanlang is still sleeping?"

"Yes." Qiao Mai replied.

She was a little embarrassed, and an old saying inexplicably came to mind: There is no plowed field, only exhausted cattle.

She is like a vixen who has taken on a man's yang energy, she looks radiant, but Tong Sanlang is so tired that he still hasn't woken up now...

awkward.

"It's probably because he's been tired these days, and he's not feeling well. Now that he's finally married, the big rock he was carrying in his heart has been put down, and he's relaxed, so he fell asleep a bit." Just as Qiao Xiaomai lowered his head and stared at his toes. , Tong Tiehu spoke seriously.

"Let me light a fire for you," he asked.

"No, no, I can do it myself." Qiao Mai waved his hand.

"Then I'll go to the new house and help your father feed the animals."

Because Zhang's feigning sickness made the house full of strange smells, Tong Xingda didn't want to share the bed with her anymore, and these days he slept in the new house, and by the way, he fed all kinds of livestock at night and in the morning.

Hearing that, Qiao Xiaomai hurriedly said, "Then come back early for dinner."

Tong Tiehu responded, opened the courtyard door and left.

Standing at the door of the kitchen, Qiao Maimai couldn't help but raised her hand to touch her hot face.

This is really a shameful fact, um...how about going to the town today to buy something for Tong Sanlang?
A good boy, don't be exhausted by her...

Thinking of the heat last night, she couldn't help but touched her hot cheeks again, stamped her feet, turned around and continued to burn the fire.

Make up, must make up.

Next, she was thinking about the dishes while making breakfast, and soon the sky was bright, and the Tong family got up one after another, washing up and going to the toilet, the yard was full of the smell of meat accompanied by noise, a new day here we go.

Qiao Mai washed his hands, turned and went back to his room.

Tong Sanlang was still asleep, she frowned slightly, inexplicably recalling the way Tong Sanlang sucked out the poisonous blood for her that day, could it be like that again?
She reached out and touched Tong Sanlang's forehead, her body temperature was normal.

If you look at his face carefully, it's normal.

Is it really just too tired?
After hesitating for a moment, she still didn't wake Tong Sanlang up, closed the door and went out.

Tong Erlang washed up casually, walked into the kitchen, and then he cried out in surprise, "Wow, Mai Mai, you really made braised pork?"

"Yes."

"Let's eat, let's eat!" Tong Erlang laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth.

The smell of meat was so strong that the saliva in his mouth couldn't stop dripping out.

The freshly steamed steamed buns also smell very good, and the fragrance of wheat is rushing into his nostrils.

There is also boiled porridge, you can't drink three bowls just by smelling it.

"Mai Mai, why are you so good at craftsmanship!" Tong Tiehu and Tong Xingda haven't come back yet, even if Tong Erlang drools, he can only watch. He simply stands beside Qiao Maimai, "What secret do you have, let me teach you my second sister-in-law , she is far worse than you."

As soon as these words came out, Zhu Hongyun, who was washing her face, changed suddenly.

Tong Erlang's speaker has no intention, but Zhu Hongyun's listener has intention.

She raised her head and looked at Tong Erlang and Qiao Mai.

Qiao Xiaomai's face was radiant, he wished he could shine when he had a good complexion, and Tong Erlang smiled obsequiously.

This scene was like a thorn piercing Zhu Hongyun's eyes.

She also admitted that Qiao Maimai is good at craftsmanship, but as for laughing at this virtue?

No prospects!
And even belittled her, damn it!

(End of this chapter)