Ninety-nine pretty daughter-in-law has space

Chapter 112 Do You Want Anymore?

Su concubine took out the seasoning and put it away, while Shen Chuming went outside to check the ground conditions and arrange tomorrow's work.

Lin Hu came in to help her.

"My niece, the chicken is done washing, and the rabbit is done too."

"Thank you."

Concubine Su threw the vegetables on the chopping board and took some wooden basins, "Brother Huzi, please help me light the fire."

"okay."

Lin Hu moved the firewood in.

Su Ying divided the chicken into two halves, cut one half into cubes, and the other half into cubes, cut the rabbit meat, put it in salt to marinate for a few minutes, and then prepared the pepper and other seasonings.

"Brother Huzi, I'm going to pick some prickly ash. Call me when the water boils." Concubine Su took a wooden ladle and went to pick prickly ash from a few wild prickly ash trees beside the wooden house.

The temperature on the mountainside is relatively low, and the growth time of the plants here is different from that at the bottom of the mountain. The strings of peppercorns are green and oily, and the smell of sesame is scattered.

Su concubine picked a few prickly ash, but some branches were too high for her to reach even with her tiptoes, so she simply moved a stone and stepped on it to tiptoe.

She was almost able to reach a pepper with her fingertips, but the stone was not stable, and she couldn't get it even though her arms were sore.

Just as she was about to go down to lift another stone, a hand stretched out, easily grabbed the branches and leaves for her, pressed down, and said in a low voice, "Can I pick it now?"

Behind her, Shen Chuming stood behind her with branches and leaves, and pressed a bunch of peppercorns to her eyes.

The hot and humid breath fell behind the ears, hesitating, itching so much that Su concubine shrank her neck.

"Yes, it's alright..." Miss Su picked off the bunch of peppers without tiptoeing, and put them in the ladle.

One by one, the hands are stained with fragrance.

"Do you want more?" Shen Chuming asked again.

The voice in the night is a bit low, accompanied by the wind, bit by bit captivating, passing over the skin, cool and smooth, gently pressing the heart, thumping and thumping.

It seems to jump out of the throat.

"No, I'll pick it tomorrow." Concubine Su shook her head resolutely, she was going to transplant one into the space for planting.

Seeing Shen Chuming put down the branches and leaves, he prepared to go down.

Turning around, unexpectedly he was still standing behind her, her lips were about to touch his face, but he turned his head slightly.

Then she accidentally brushed the corner of his lips lightly, softly, with a soft sweetness, thinner than the wind, softer than water, rippling in the heart.

Let the two of them be stunned.

The sky was dark blue.

Shen Chuming stood against the light, and the dim blue sky became a foil at this moment, and his slender shadow was covered by the night.

But he can still clearly distinguish his ink-like eyebrows and pitch-black eyes by feeling.

Her eyes are like sparks, reflecting the scene in the distance, and her delicate and timid under the dark color.

It is better than a beautiful and harmonious painting.

One more stroke is too thick, one stroke less is too shallow.

The right shade, just right.

Concubine Su was standing on the stone, in this posture, it looked like she was specially stepping on her feet to kiss him.

In this way, he was attracted by his gaze.

This man is so beautiful.

His lips were thin and cold, just like other people's, hooked her heart, and it was crisp.

Shen Chuming came back to his senses first, raised his hand to touch his lips, and raised his hand gently where no one could see.

Her lips are also so soft, like glutinous rice.

Would love to have a pinch.

Bite slowly again.

"My dear, the water is boiling!" Lin Hu called out to her in the kitchen.

"Third Master, I... I'm going to cook." Su Mi jumped off the rock and ran away in a panic.

He ran into the kitchen, almost banging on the door.

Seeing this scene, Shen Chuming couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips and press his fingertips tightly.

The little girl is really...

cute.

He was about to follow, but he didn't pay attention to the road under his feet, and stumbled over a stone.

Steady, but fortunately no one saw him, he pretended to cough, and continued to walk up the stone ladder.

When entering the kitchen, there was a slam on the door.

(End of this chapter)