Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

Su Haitang slipped the knife in his hand and almost cut it!

"Milk, what are you talking about!"

Su Haitang was a little frustrated, blushing and rudely protesting.

I woke up in the morning and opened my eyes to see the scene of Cheng Yuanzheng resurfaced in my mind.

She was pulling the curtains in her room, and couldn't tell if his face was red, and she didn't know when he touched her room and saw what he saw.

hateful! Is this man filled with water in his head? Even if you sneak up and get hit, why do you blush! Make it clear that he is guilty of conscience!

He has such a thick-skinned face that he can even break into her bedroom. How could he blush!

Ah must be deliberate!

Su Haitang was so angry that he was so angry that he bitterly took a knife and gestured towards the shrimp, and the knife was very neat and clean, only to cut the cheeky of the rogue man!

Seeing her granddaughter also blushed, Zhang Yue'e laughed and joked.

"Oh, I'm embarrassed. The milk came when I was young, so don't you know something about you little girls and boys?"

"Milk is not an old antique or old feudal system, and the expedition is also a good boy. Dairy supports you together."

"But Bai will give you a word to save you young people who are so angry and impulsive to commit mistakes and make trouble."

"This kind of thing always suffers from the girl's family, we have to hold it, so as not to ask the husband's family to look down on it. This is a major event that affects you for a lifetime, can't be sloppy, do you remember it?"

Su Haitang suffocated and panicked as he listened, but couldn't explain to the milk, so he bowed his head and replied dullly.

"You think too much milk, we are innocent. Okay, let's get on the fire, let's make braised prawns in oil."

"Okay, let's cook. What do you plan to do with the ribs? That will take a lot of time, or just wait until the next night, and then call the expedition to eat." Zhang Yue'e happily agreed, no longer teasing the thin-skinned granddaughter.

"He has a mission and is gone."

Su Haitang sullenly put out a sentence, couldn't bear to be angry with milk, and put all the accounts on Cheng Yuanzheng's head!

"Ah? Why did you leave? Nothing, no hello. Is there an urgent task in the army? Isn't it dangerous?"

Zhang Yue'e was taken aback and asked worriedly.

Su Haitang glanced at her milk tight expression, pursed her mouth, and muttered dubiously.

She was to coax milk, but not to say good things for the rascal.

Zhang Yue'e sighed sadly.

"Yes, they have to keep their tasks secret, and he can't tell you. It's a pity that they have such good dishes."

Zhang Yue'e looked at her neatly cooking granddaughter and asked tentatively.

"Or, please come over to have a meal, Chief He, anyway, if we cook so much, our wife can't finish it. People come from far away, and they don't have any bad intentions, so it's not easy to make trouble too stiff."

Su Haitang was adding sugar to the pot to adjust the sauce, waited for the shrimp to turn red, covered the pot and smoldered for a while, straightened up and made another hum.

"Then look at the fire, I'll call people to come over for dinner, let them have a drink first, and the rest of the hot dishes are now fried and served on the table."

Zhang Yuee got up and took off his apron, and went out to find someone.

Su Haitang sat down to add wheat straw to the stove, whispered unwillingly.

"For the sake of milk, I will forgive you once. But the attitude must be corrected! Humph."

After a while, Zhang Yue'e invited He Junfeng back again, so fast that Su Haitang wondered if he was standing outside, waiting for them to bow their heads to invite.

"This dish is really fragrant. Haitang made it by himself? I have a good taste."

He Junfeng advanced into the kitchen and opened his mouth to boast.

Su Haitang glanced at him faintly, without making any difference.