And it was such a heavy chair, and it was moved out with one hand, rude! Forget it, this was what I saw at the beginning.

Aunt Zhuang was confused when she was seen: "Madam..." was not what the wife said... There is a place to sit, flowers and trees on the road, everything she sees is beautiful, and everything she loves...

"I won't let it go."

“Yes, yes.”

Fennie smiled kindly, put down the tools in her hand, wiped her hands on the apron around her waist, and the wheat grains behind her were full in the afterglow. She walked up and asked carefully: "What do you want to eat for dinner? I'll make it for you, but it's not good, don't be surprised." Those people just sent a lot of things.

Xiang Xinci had never really gotten along with her, and even if she had communication, she would just stop talking: "It's all good, will it be too troublesome?"

"No, no, they are all ordinary skills, just because they are afraid that the wife will not get used to it..."

"I don't choose."

Aunt Zhuang curled her lips.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, the wheat last year was a bit wormy, take it out and dry it."

"Are you going to put it away now?"

“…oh, I’ll stop if it rains at night.”

"I'll help you."

Aunt Zhuang was stunned, what is the wife doing?

Xiang Xinci stood up.

Aunt Zhuang instinctively went to help her.

Fennie was even more embarrassed. She got up and sat down and asked someone to do her job, and she was pregnant.

But seeing that she was very interested, Fennie hesitated for a while and finally said nothing. She just liked it, but she didn't mean to come forward to help: "Then I'll go cook..."

Fennie stood in the kitchen that was simply built, looking through the lattice window, looking at the curious squatting on the ground and putting the dried hard into the dustpan. She thought of getting up and putting the people in the grease basket. The first time she didn't seem to get up? The second time, the person who was still very interested suddenly sprinkled all the wheat in the dustpan and got up angrily and kicked the dustpan.

Aunt Zhuang immediately went to check her feet nervously, and then hurriedly usurped wheat grains everywhere with heartache.

Fennie lowered her head softly, preparing to pick vegetables, but the young master and lady who had no temper.

Xiang Xinci was very angry. This thing was so heavy, but when she saw her mother usurping her, she couldn't help but look in the direction of the kitchen. Seeing that she didn't see it, her waist couldn't help but straighten her back: "What can you do? Such a simple thing can't be served well."

"Mrs. I'm right, ma'am like this..." Aunt Zhuang cleverly filled a little wheat into the dustpan and handed it to the standing lady.

Xiang Xinci looked in front of him and was okay. She took the dustpan that was not very heavy and helped her mother pour it into the basket. The dust raised instantly, and she exclaimed Xiang Xinci with a look: "Cough cough-cough-cough-cough-cough-cough-cough-cough-cough-cough-cough-cough-cough-cough-cough-cough-cough-cough-cough-cough-cough-cough-cough-cough-cough-

Aunt Zhuang suddenly became unwilling to love, and then she coughed! But she couldn't dislike it, and immediately knelt down and begged for mercy in fear: "I should die, I should die, I should be uneasy, I should be worried, I should be..."

"Get up, I can't get up." After saying that, he immediately looked in the direction of the kitchen. Fortunately, I didn't see anything that didn't look at people's faces.

Aunt Zhuang immediately stood up and her mind lit up: "I'll go marry someone." After a while, I took a piece of Chuanjin from the room: "Madam, don't worry, just block it for my wife."

Xiang Xinci glared at her: If it’s useless, just use it.

So Aunt Zhuang worked hard to put a little bit of wheat into a dustpan and handed it to her wife, then blocked the "dust" for her, and poured it into the wooden basket noble and elegantly.

When Fenniang was cutting vegetables, she looked in front of her and saw that the two of them were happy to play, and she looked more loving. From time to time, she frowned because of the poor service of Zhuang Aunt. Zhuang Aunt seemed to have fallen and wanted to kneel. She was in her angrily eyes, and her kneeling legs were hurriedly straightened and she quickly worked.

Fennie almost laughed out loud, without bothering, and continued to lower her head and cut vegetables.

Aunt Zhuang didn't know how many times she repeated the farm work she could do in the blink of an eye. She spent ten times more effort to clean up and exhausted her.

Xiang Xinci walked to the kitchen door, low, gray, and the closed space made her hesitate for a moment, and took back her stepping in: "I've put it away."

When Fennie heard this, she looked at her lovingly and said kindly: "Thank you for your hard work."

Xiang Xinci's eyes moved for a moment when she heard this, then quickly faded and slowly turned back to the yard.

The sunset shone on the flying chicken's head, Xiang Xinci sat on the chair that Zhuang Gu brought, with the tender and washed grapes next to it, and her eyes were slightly dissipated.

When she met her before, she was already in her thirty years. The dust was settled, her career was just completed, and her children and grandchildren were all over the house. Without the foundation of a mother's kindness and filial piety, she would just leave in a hurry, or she wouldn't meet at all, but just a glance. Then after every separation, she had treated her so gently.

Probably not.

After all, it's not small anymore, and it's so strange.

Hongzhi happily jumped in from the sunset with the remaining embroidery thread today: "Grandma, mama..." Then she looked at the person in the yard that was more gorgeous than brocade, and stood there in a daze.

Xiang Xinci didn't look at her.

Fennie had already come out of the kitchen and pulled the person in Xinci Xiaoxiao in the direction of Xinci.

When Hongzhi came out of the kitchen, there was no one on the chair... The daughter who was in the house she used to serve? Hongzhi was a little puzzled, but she had to hang the embroidery thread first.

Fennie turned around helplessly: "I didn't say it, I don't need to help..." Then she didn't know whether to kneel down or not, and her hand mixing vegetables could hardly hold the vegetable bowl.

Ming Xiluo looked as usual, squatting down and controlling the fire skillfully: "Mr. Zhuang is a rough woman, but now she is the only one serving her side, so she will definitely not be able to help. She also asked you to manage the family's meals. Thank you, the old lady."

Fennie instantly withdrew her rude gaze. Even though she was in a decent state of mind, it did not mean that the emperor was right beside her: "No, no hard work... You don't need to help, the people can do it, they are used to it."

"It's okay. When I was a child, I often burned fires and cooked a little. I'll give the old lady some help."

"Then... it's fine, I don't know what my wife likes to eat..." Fennie looked at him carefully with Yu Guang for a while, feeling panicked.

Although I have seen it, I am also the Lord of Nine Five. I just came out of the palace and had more or less the majesty of the Lord of Nine Five.

Fennie took a deep breath, really didn't want to mention that she had met the prince back then, but Emperor Ming gave her a different feeling. This is an emperor who would walk into the fields and step on the mud, ask the passing merchants how their business is, and the people who can bear the shoulders of the country.

After watching him boil the fire, Fennie washed his hands and beat three eggs, stirred them skillfully, then took out the bean skin and cut them into shreds...
Chapter completed!