The Villain Husband is Online to Raise the Ginseng

Fearing that Wen Ling would be cold, Xie Ziqing also found a nice coat for Wen Ling to wear.

After all, in the evening, the sky is still a bit cooler.

The front is still busy killing pigs and cutting meat.

The women in the village are not in the mood to cook at the moment, and they all gather around to watch the excitement, thinking about what kind of meat they can get for a while, whether they can get a good cut of meat and so on.

Everyone has been staring at that suet for a long time.

This pig went into the water, and there were bones and so on. It was less than three hundred catties, more than two hundred and forty, and it was already quite fat.

"Where kind of meat do you like to eat?" Xie Ziqing couldn't help, so he stood by Wen Ling's side right now, accompanying him.

After all, there are still unjust bums and the like in the village.

What if the little girl looks fine and comes up to do her hands and feet?

Thinking about it, the meat will be divided in a while, probably in order of work points. When it comes to me, there may not be good meat.

But he can find a day later, go to the city, and line up earlier to buy meat.

Wherever Wen Ling likes to eat, he will buy it.

"Anything is fine." Wen Ling didn't care, the fat ones didn't want to eat, and the thin ones didn't like it.

Eating meat usually means two bites.

Wen Ling felt that I was born with ginseng essence that absorbed the essence, so it was already too much for me to eat meat.

"Thinner?" Xie Ziqing thought for a while, and couldn't help thinking that when those people in the village were teasing, they were still talking about the educated youth who came a few years ago, saying that she didn't want to eat fat.

Xie Ziqing thought, well, Wen Ling is also a picky city girl?

So, I asked a tentative question.

"Alright." Wen Ling saw that he didn't ask for it.

It's not that Wen Ling has to pretend here, but that he doesn't think it's necessary, and eats what he gets.

"The main thing is where do you like to eat, I can't eat much." Wen Ling felt that he couldn't eat much, so don't waste such an opportunity.

It is still the benefactor's preference that is the most important.

When Xie Ziqing heard it, the tips of his ears turned red.

The whistling hot air scrambled out from the ears.

If it wasn't for the light bulb in front of him not being bright enough, Xie Ziqing felt that he was afraid of being seen, so his brows and eyes were slightly red.

The little girl is really...

Xie Ziqing didn't understand, but in later generations, it was called quiet teasing.

Xie Ziqing only felt that the little girl was so considerate that he was moved.

Originally, I thought she was a hypocritical little girl who was not easy to serve.

But now it seems that she is a very easy-to-raise and caring little cutie.

Xie Ziqing is fat and thin, he can eat anything.

Although he has few opportunities to eat meat in a year, he doesn't force it, as long as he is full.

If there is fresh meat, he also thinks about his beloved little girl first.

At this moment, being teased by the little girl's words, my heart was so hot that I couldn't say anything.

It just sticks to Wen Ling's thigh and moves slightly outward.

He was afraid that the fire would burn too badly, so he set his thigh on fire again.

So, he took a step back shyly.

What I thought in my heart was that I would be in the very back of the queue after a while, and there should be nothing like the good meat that the villagers said.

The kind with more fat and less lean.

But Xie Ziqing didn't care, he felt in his heart that the little girls from the city were probably a little more hypocritical and liked to eat thin ones.

Therefore, he will be pure and thin.

Thinking of this, Xie Ziqing quietly glanced at Wen Ling again.

The little girl's hair was as smooth as the finest fabric, which made him itchy to touch it.