The farmhouse's fierce wife is the master of the house

Chapter 270 Fried Eggs
Ye Xiangchun didn't expect Jing Chen to keep his word, so he came as soon as he said it.

Early the next morning, Ye Xiangchun got up to prepare breakfast when he heard movement behind him.Opening the back window of the kitchen, Jing Chen and A Shuo are here.

Seeing that Jingchen was still covering his face with a black cloth, Ye Xiangchun asked, "It's so early? Is the injury better?"

Jing Chen nodded ostentatiously: "I came here by myself."

A Shuo walked over from behind Jing Chen, went straight to the window and put the two pots and one pot in his hand on the window sill, and said, "Young master, I'm afraid you don't have any cooking utensils to cook."

Ye Xiangchun just scratched his head, remembering that in the past two days when he delivered meals, all the cooking utensils at home were gone and never returned.

"It's okay, I have a casserole that can feed and clothe the whole family." Ye Xiangchun pointed to the few cooking utensils brought back by A Shuo: "These are also your family's."

"It belongs to our family." Jing Chen came over and lay down on the window sill, reaching out and rubbing Ye Xiangchun's hair through the window: "From now on, regardless of each other, mine will be yours."

"Ahem..." Ah Shuo choked on the young master's sudden sweet talk.He can't listen to this observer.

Ye Xiangchun pursed her lips and smiled.There's no need for her to be embarrassed, not to mention Jing Chen's expression is so natural.

Even if it's love, whether it's a mutual commitment to life, who can say for sure what will happen in the next few decades?

However, neither Jing Chen nor A Shuo intended to enter the house.

Jing Chen pursed his lips towards the back room, and said in a low voice: "A Shuo and I won't go in, we'll go to work after dinner. If you have anything to do, just tell us."

Ye Xiangchun knew that Jing Chen cared about her sister's feelings.After all, confinement is to lie down all day, afraid that her sister Ye Xiuzhi will feel awkward.

Ye Xiangchun said: "You don't have much work, even if you are asked to dig a hole, you may not be able to do it. Let Brother Ashuo help, Da Shengzi knows what to do."

While talking, Ye Xiangchun brushed the pot to wash the rice, it seemed that he still wanted to make porridge.

Jing Chen said "tsk tut" twice, and said, "You don't have any other ideas? Don't you get tired of drinking porridge every day?"

Ye Xiangchun stalked, and pushed the pot in his hand: "Okay, I won't drink porridge today, let's have a Western-style breakfast, fried eggs and lettuce."

Jing Chen doesn't know what "Western style" is, but he knows fried eggs.So he asked, "It's so simple, do you need my help?"

"No, just wait and eat." Ye Xiangchun pointed to the small bench in the backyard: "You sit and wait, brother Ashuo help me cut some grain stalks while this is the time."

Ah Shuo doesn't talk too much, and does whatever he is asked to do.He carried a bundle of corn stalks to the front of the guillotine, picked up a handful, and "clicked" the guillotine.

Ye Xiangchun rinsed the iron pan twice, and felt distressed seeing the little bit of oil.

This oil was delivered by Mrs. Sandong yesterday. If it was fried eggs, there might not be much left.

Ye Xiangchun gritted his teeth, heated up the fire under the stove, and poured oil into the pot when he saw the pot smoking.

Then beat the eggs, and...

Jing Chen was sitting on a small bench waiting for Ye Xiangchun's Western-style breakfast, but he heard a "thud" sound, and then a puff of thick smoke rushed out from the back window of the kitchen.

"Got a fire?" Jing Chen was startled, got up and ran to the kitchen.

A Shuo moved one step faster and jumped in from the back window.He casually picked up the rice that Ye Xiangchun had washed half of just now, and poured the soup and rice directly into the pot.

"What are you doing!" Ye Xiangchun wiped his smoke-blackened eyes and shouted with red circles, "It's just a little blurry."

(End of this chapter)