The reborn fierce wife is going to counterattack

Chapter 140 Is It You?

If Liao Mingyuan was satisfied with the surface-to-surface joint on the deck, he was extremely pleasantly surprised by the bracket structure of the boat canopy.

"You have a good talent." Liao Mingyuan couldn't control his excitement, his eyes were full of admiration for Feng Huaying, but he restrained himself from being too obvious
The province is too young and complacent, wasting her talent.

Who would have thought that the apprentice he was most satisfied with was a girl. There is still some reason in this society's promotion of equality between men and women.

"It's still far behind. Dougong Lianlian has only grasped the surface." Feng Huaying was very excited, and her face was a little hot. Even though she knew that the elation should not be too much, she just couldn't control it.

She felt that she must be smiling like a fool, but what to do, her master's words were the greatest recognition for her, and she was happier and had a sense of accomplishment than anyone else praised her.

Feng Huaying calmed down only by looking at the rough connection between the wood on the canopy and the obvious small gaps.

On the contrary, Cao Qingyong was much depressed. He thought the deck was already pretty good, but he didn't expect that this woman even mastered Dougong.

However, he also recognized that she was better than him.

In the past, he was proud and arrogant, but he didn't know that there were people outside the mountain and there were people outside the mountain.

And she was able to calm down so quickly in the face of her master's admiration. Thinking about herself, Cao Qingyong was not sure if he could do it.

However, he will not admit defeat, he must work harder, and when she slacks off one day, she may have to look up to him!

Thinking of this, Cao Qingyong's emotions rose.

Feng Huaying caught a glimpse of him inadvertently, and seeing his dreamy appearance, he let out a little surprise, what did he think of, and he smiled so ripplingly?

"What are you looking at?" Cao Qingyong saw his little uncle looking at him strangely as soon as he came back to his senses, his face froze immediately, pretending to be fierce.

Although he admitted from the bottom of his heart that little martial uncle is better than her, but he couldn't say it if he asked her to call her little martial uncle.

Not to mention that the imaginary scene just now made him a little guilty, even if she was not much older than him, he couldn't open his mouth to call her little uncle.

But he didn't know that his staring eyes and the baby fat on his cheeks that hadn't faded away made him look like he had no intimidating power, but instead had a kind of vicious rush.

"Look at the cute little nephew." Feng Huaying said in the same tone as a punk.

Her vicious Cao Qingyong was smoking from his head, but Liao Mingyuan stood by and watched, enjoying himself physically and mentally.

It's nice to be young!
After watching the boat, Feng Huaying and the others couldn't leave immediately. It was raining heavily and they couldn't go back.

Everyone can only temporarily hide in the simple house at the port to see when the rain will stop.

"It's not going to be the next day, is it?" Feng Huaying looked at the surface of the sea not far away for a while, and was very worried that he would not be able to go back today.

The weather was fine, but suddenly it rained.

When she came, Feng Huaying took Uncle Yang's job, and she came here by herself in a bullock cart. It was raining now, although there was a carport, but she didn't bring a raincoat so she could only be drenched when she went back.

So they're stuck here.

"Impossible." Cao Qingyong didn't have any confidence, it was raining heavily, and the next day, they would have to stay.

On the other hand, Liao Mingyuan wasn't worried at all, he was very at ease: "The sea view on a rainy day is also pretty good."

"Indeed, but it's not good at sea." Said the fisherman who showed Feng Huaying the boat.

The sea in rainy days is very risky, and I don’t know if there are fishing boats on the sea, I hope there are not.

The fisherman's dark face was full of worry.

Liao Mingyuan immediately changed his words: "You're right, but if there are no storms, nothing will happen."

"I would like to borrow your good words." The fisherman said with a smile on his face, "I'm sure nothing will happen. It will rain for a while, and it will stop in 15 minutes. It won't delay your business."

Even though the seaport is only a small port, there will be foreigners passing by and calling here, and they will have a lot of communication with them, so although the fishermen have a strong accent, they can still understand them.

"Really?" Feng Huaying was happy at first, but then doubted.

"15 minutes? Are you sure you can see it?" Cao Qingyong didn't believe it, why didn't he see it?

"There can be no fakes. We fishermen watch the weather and eat, so there is no one who doesn't know the weather. Otherwise, we will die in bad weather when we go out to sea. We will not make fun of our own lives." The fisherman was not angry, and explained calmly. .

"Fishermen have rich experience. They are the most accurate in seeing the weather. They must be right." Liao Mingyuan's words gave them reassurance, and they waited for the 15 minutes to pass.

The raindrops hit the sea, the ground, and the roof, and everyone was quiet for a while, enjoying this special atmosphere.

The whole world suddenly looked like a melancholy girl, looking at them peacefully. Feng Huaying's heart was at ease, and with some inspiration in her mind, she looked at the outside world with empty eyes.

Cao Qingyong poked Feng Huaying: "What are you thinking?"

Why was he in a daze? The blank eyes aroused Cao Qingyong's desire to talk.

It didn't feel good for him to be so targeted at her before, so he took this opportunity to get closer, so that they could also communicate with each other about carpentry.

He is about the same age as her and should be more compatible in some things.

"What?" Feng Huaying's train of thought was interrupted, her brows frowned: "I was just in a daze, not thinking about anything."

Cao Qingyong's sensitive young man's heart immediately noticed Feng Huaying's reaction, and snorted coldly: "I knew I was in a daze, and I didn't have any aggressive intentions."

Feng Huaying silently rolled his eyes, this kid might be the reincarnation of Hum Jing.

Just when the rain stopped outside, Feng Huaying said, "Master Yu, do you have straw mats or benches here?"

It was raining heavily, and the inside of the bullock cart must be wet. It was impossible for her to let Master ride in a wet cart.

"Yes, it's in my little room over there. I'll get it for you." Master Yu immediately went out.

When it rained badly, they could only temporarily hide in the warehouse.

"I'll go with you." Feng Huaying turned her head and said to Master, "Master, you wait here first, and I'll get it."

Master Yu's small house was just beside the port, not far from them.

The bullock cart was not far away, Feng Huaying turned around, and saw that the carriage was wet from a distance. There was no shelter in the first place, so it was not surprising that it was wet.

Master Yu had already entered the house, and he walked quickly to follow Feng Huaying and said, "I just have two straw mats, which are a bit old."

Master Yu was a little embarrassed holding two dilapidated straw mats. He didn't think there was anything there, but now he felt a little awkward when he took them out.

"It's okay, it's already very good, isn't there more?"

"No more, just these two."

"Okay, how much are these two?" Feng Huaying thought, Cao Qingyong is young and a junior, so he doesn't need it.

Master Yu pushed his hands and refused the money Feng Huaying handed over: "How can I ask for your money? It is made out of banana leaves and worthless. Take it quickly, and I will call your master and others for you."

Master Yu ran away, and Feng Huaying reluctantly took the straw mat to the bullock cart fence.

The ox cart was tied to the pile of firewood, and Feng Huaying went there with a straw mat, but just as the straw mat in her hand was about to be put on the cart, her ears moved, and she involuntarily looked back, focusing her eyes on the firewood pile.

Just now she heard a slight noise, and something was in the woodpile.

After concentrating and calming down, she could hear the sound of heavy breathing, it was a living creature, and there was a faint smell of blood!
Feng Huaying immediately became solemn, moved her toes, turned towards the firewood pile, and then retracted, with a troubled look on her face.

That could be a dangerous person, is she going to take the risk?

That person doesn't move now, if she goes over, who knows what danger will happen.

She licked her lips, and wanted to untie the rope and walk away, but she looked back at Master Yu who had disappeared around the corner of the warehouse, and she let out a sigh of relief and approached the firewood pile.

Across the pile of firewood, Feng Huaying met a pair of cold eyes, and her body couldn't help shivering.

"It's you?!" But a deep voice sounded in the next moment.

Feng Huaying saw that the owner of the eyes showed a surprised look, and at the same time he moved, Feng Huaying put on a defensive posture, and did not feel relieved.

　Someone who was hiding was sad: She didn't even recognize my voice!
　　Ji Weihe glared at the man: Who are you, your face is too big!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)