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

Chapter 327 What He Can Give Is The Best He Can Come Up With
Jing Chen raised his eyes in the firelight, and saw Ye Xiangchun looking longingly at the invisible point.That kind of stubborn self-confidence, with a little undemanding peace.

She was indeed a different little girl, her thin wrists were obviously thinner than a stick, but she let herself carry a house by herself.

More importantly, she is still enjoying such hard work, and treats life as a treasure with a happy state of mind.

Every day, she has to work hard and persist in digging a little deeper, and the treasure she finally digs is called happiness.

Ye Xiangchun withdrew his gaze, smiled at Jing Chen, and said, "Understood? I won't force others to give me anything, and I don't envy those luxurious lives. What you can give me is already what you can take out." The best. So even if you just give me a stick, I'll still like it."

Ye Xiangchun really understands Jingchen's intentions, every meal he cooks, every time he is with you, as well as stepping forward without hesitation and blindly caring for no reason, this is what he can give ,The best thing.

Even if a wooden house is not comparable to a gorgeous mansion, at least Jing Chen thought about it seriously and wanted to give it to her personally, that's enough.

Jing Chen was immediately dazzled by Ye Xiangchun's pure and clear smile.

"Little girl..." Jing Chen let out a chuckle.

"Okay, turn off the fire." Ye Xiangchun gently poked Jing Chen's arm with a small firewood, and said, "If you burn it again, it will burn. I bought this salt with money."

After finishing speaking, Ye Xiangchun turned over the crystallized salt grains in the pot twice, and muttered in a low voice: "It's really not easy to get some ground salt on the pier, so don't let it burn out."

Jing Chen raised his eyebrows, but kept silent.

After purifying the coarse salt into fine salt, Ye Xiangchun weighed it for five catties and it was not much more.

"Okay, I'll pack a jar of salt for you to take home." Ye Xiangchun filled a small jar of salt for Jing Chen, "Although it's not expensive, I made it myself."

"Well, I'll definitely keep it safe." Jing Chen took the jar and held it tightly in his hand.

"It's getting late, you go back." Ye Xiangchun sent Jing Chen out of the door and waved to him.

"You go back to the house, close the door and I'll leave." Jing Chen stood still, waiting outside the door for Ye Xiangchun to go back into the house.

Ye Xiangchun smiled, and then went back.

Jing Chen stood until the lights in the house were blown out, then stepped forward and pushed the courtyard door twice.Make sure the courtyard door is also firmly inserted before turning and leaving.

The moonlight under his feet was clear and clear, casting a quiet and soft light in front of Jing Chen's eyes.

Jing Chen put the jar of salt away, took off his bamboo flute and started playing.

The sound of the flute was light and melodious, carrying Jing Chen's joy and joy, as well as his unconcealable affection.

In Ye's house, sister Ye Xiuzhi turned over slightly, and saw Ye Xiangchun lying on his back with wide-eyed eyes.

There was a happy and sweet smile on the little girl's face that hadn't fully grown, and hope and beauty glistened in her eyes.

Ye Xiuzhi couldn't help but smile together, and said softly, "Xiang Toon, Jing Chen is fine."

"Sister, you haven't slept." Ye Xiangchun was taken aback, and then blushed suddenly.

(End of this chapter)