Spicy Farming Wife:General's Busy In Chasing His wife

"Well, let's burn the pot. There's no firewood at the bottom of the pot."

Suhongshan funny looking at his silly brother, eyes in his shoulder covered with flour stay, bad smile did not remind him.

Sneer quickly brought water back, took suhongshan told to wash vegetables ready to go out to wash, but the sharp eye to see cold sleepless shoulder, can't help asking: "little Lord, how do you shoulder so much flour?"

"Leng Wumian looks at Su Hongshan.

Suhongshan turned her head innocently to knead the dough.

Leng Wumian had no choice but to smile: "it's OK. Maybe I accidentally touched it when I helped my sister scoop noodles just now. Let me help you pick vegetables."

"It's OK. There aren't many dishes. I'll do it myself. Young master, please help the eldest lady to make a fire." Sneer didn't care to go out to pick vegetables to wash vegetables.

After a while's work, Han Xiaoya, who had been practicing martial arts, came to Chuang Tzu after the meal was ready.

Far away, I heard her voice: "ah, Baozi, it must be made by my mother. It tastes like my mother. It's so fragrant."

Su Hongshan shook her head in a funny way. When she came near like a gust of wind, she said, "I smell it before I get out of the pot."

"It's, it doesn't matter whose daughter I am." Han Xiaoya said triumphantly.

Leng Wumian couldn't help laughing: "how can this be related to whose daughter you are?"

Han Xiaoya choked her neck: "Uncle Wumian, you don't know. It must have something to do with who my mother is. That's su Hongshan, the most beautiful, generous, gentle, amiable and the best doctor. I'm my mother's baby. Naturally, my daughter is gifted."

She said and pointed to her nose: "my sense of smell is sharper than ordinary people. I can smell it as soon as I smell it."

"How could it be?" Sneer at Han Xiaoya unbelievably.

She has a keen sense of smell, which he knows. Because of this, the old city master began to teach her medical skills. But with a keen sense of smell, can he still smell the taste of a young lady in the steamed stuffed bun?

It's not like I chopped up the first lady in the bag

Bah, bah, bah

Sneer was his mind inexplicably out of the picture, chilly shudder.

Han Xiaoya complacent way: "that is of course."

Sneer or don't believe, he suddenly said: "then you smell steamed stuffed bun inside have my taste."

Han Xiaoya glared: "Oh, uncle Xiaoxiao, how can you be so disgusting."

"..." sneer: "no, why do you have the smell of a young lady? You say it's fragrant. How do you feel sick if you have my smell?"

Han Xiaoya muttered: how can you compare with your mother.

Sneer persistent asked: "Xiaoya, you seriously answer my question, steamed stuffed bun has my taste."

“......”

Why is it endless?

Han Xiaoya sighed helplessly: "Uncle Xiaoxiao, the key is how can there be your taste in the steamed buns, and the stuffing is not made with you."

"But the stuffing of steamed stuffed bun is not made by the eldest lady. Why does it smell like the eldest lady? Are you smelling wrong, Xiaoya?"

Han Xiaoya: "baozi is made by my mother. Of course, it has the taste of my mother. It's the taste of my mother."

"But I washed all the dishes and meat used in the stuffing of steamed stuffed buns..." half of the time, I realized something with a sneer: "which one, you're kidding, don't you really smell the smell of the eldest lady?"

Han Xiaoya

Su Hongshan and Leng Wumian: "poof... Ha ha ha..."

They couldn't help laughing.

A serious question, a serious explanation, the dialogue between the two is really funny.

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