Song Ling tilted her head and blinked her eyes, "Fairy?"

"Yes." Song Nuan nodded and reached out to rub her head.

Song Ling pouted, "But people say that A Ling is a little fool, a little fool, not a little fairy? Sister, does A Ling look like an egg?"

Song Ling rarely says a long sentence in such a breath.

If she should be happy if she could say such a long list of words, Song Nuan felt heartbroken when she heard them. She bent down and half-beared, put her hands on Song Ling's shoulders.

He looked at her tightly and said word by word: "Aling, as long as you remember in the heart of your elder sister, you are the best and smartest little fairy. Other people's words don't matter!"

Song Ling frowned, puzzled.

Doesn’t it matter if someone else’s words?

Seeing her like this, Song Nuan endured her heartache and asked again: "Aling, sister, are you important in your heart? Or are the families outside important?"

Song Ling said without hesitation: "Big sister."

"Why do the elder sister's words matter, or do the people outside have the important words?"

"Sister."

"Then do you believe what my sister said, or what those people outside said?"

"Sister."

"The elder sister said you were a little fairy, and people outside said you were a little fool. What do you think you are?"

"Little fairy!"

Upon hearing this, Song Nuan smiled.

I let go of the hand holding her shoulders and moved it up to caress her white and red face. What a beautiful face.

"Yes! My Aling is a little fairy."

"Well, I'm a little fairy."

"Great!" Song Nuan gave her a thumbs up.

Dada da... The sound of horse hooves came from outside, and Song Nuan pulled her hand back, "Aling, it's cold outside, you go back to the house. I'll go see if the uncle who collects tofu is here?"

"oh."

Song Nuan trotted out and almost bumped into the groom who came in.

"Song...Chef Song."

"Uncle, you are here!" Song Nuan greeted awkwardly, pointing to the things that had already been prepared in the corner of the yard, "Let's go! I'll bring up the things with you."

"Okay." After getting along for a long time, the groom was less restrained when he was in the Wen family.

Everyone got along very well.

After Song Nuan helped to carry everything into the car, she hesitated for a moment and asked, "Uncle, when will Aqiao come back?"

"Oh, I really don't know about the boss."

Song Nuan asked again: "Then... did Aqiao bring me anything?"

The groom shook his head, "No!"

"Oh, that's OK! Uncle, be careful on the way!"

"Okay." The groom got into the car and drove away.

Song Nuan stood at the gate of the yard and was stunned, frowned slightly. What about the letter? Every letter was written for ten days, and it was always on time. Why can't I receive the letter for half a month?

Could it be that something happened to the treatment?

Song Nuan scratched her head irritably.

She hasn't figured out what's wrong with herself these days? Every day she feels irritated all day.

call……

She let out a long breath and turned to the backyard to serve her medicine.

The vegetables were taken care of by Bai and the others, and she could only come in person because others didn’t know the habits of herbs.

Song Nuan tried her best to keep herself busy.

Dendrobium officinale that is eye-catching.

Wen Chongzheng's smiling face immediately appeared in his mind.

Song Nuan gritted her teeth and stamped her feet, "Wen Chongzheng, if you dare to give up halfway, I will not be able to spare you! You have to come back for me well, otherwise you will be a fat liar who broke his promise."

"Second sister-in-law, who are you talking to?"

Wen Yueru opened the curtain and came in, looking at the green shed, the smile on the corners of her mouth became stronger.

"Second sister-in-law, it's almost frozen outside. But our shed is like spring, and it's really different inside and outside. I thought my sister-in-law was talking to. Look, is this talking to the seedlings of this shed? Or is it because my sister-in-law is thinking about people when she sees things?"

Upon hearing this, Song Nuan felt a little embarrassed.

"Yueru, have I spoiled you so much these days? You dare to be neither older nor younger now. I am your second sister-in-law, do you understand?"

Wen Yueru held back her laughter and nodded, "I know how to understand! Second sister-in-law, of course I will not forget my second sister-in-law, my second brother's favorite."

"You still said?" Song Nuan blushed, "Do you want me and my second uncle to tell you about the marriage?"

"No, no! I was wrong, I was wrong, I apologize, is this okay?" Wen Yueru hugged Song Nuan and acted coquettishly: "Second sister-in-law, please spare me? I will definitely see through it and not tell it out in the future."

Song Nuan pretended to be angry and reached out to pinch her waist.

Wen Yueru immediately stopped.

"Second sister-in-law, are you doing this trick again?"

"You don't need to take too many tricks, just be useful!"

"Hmph! Second sister-in-law bullies people!"

"Hmph! You are not big or small yet."

Wen Yueru quickly changed the topic. This time, it is suitable for 'Mingzhe to protect herself'. "Second sister-in-law, I found that the growth of vegetables has slowed down these days."

Song Nuan looked at the vibrant seedlings and said lightly: "The severe winter is here, and you can't be careless even in the shed. The growth of the seedlings has obviously slowed down. In this case, we will not be able to provide fresh vegetables to the restaurant for a month."

Wen Yueru nodded, "Yes, second sister-in-law, do you have any good solutions?"

"Of course there is a solution, but it costs charcoal. We only need to put six large iron buckets in each shed, and the charcoal is burned in it, and the shed will immediately warm up."

"But if this charcoal is burned, how much does it cost? If we calculate it this way, the cost is too high. I guess our food will be out of money."

Wen Yueru thought about it.

Although she can't settle the score, she thinks that burning charcoal like this will cost too much.

"Second sister-in-law, what should we do? Then I can't pay the money like this? Otherwise, we can burn charcoal by ourselves. There are many trees in the back mountain. We cut it down and burn charcoal by ourselves."

Song Nuan thought for a while, "It's not bad to burn charcoal, but you reminded me of another way."

"What's the solution?"

"There is no need to burn charcoal in the iron bucket. We can change one thing, burn wood chips or husks. These two things are slower to burn, and you can take care of one bucket of charcoal for one night."

In this way, they can collect a lot of ash.

"There is another way, that is, to make a celestial dragon in the shed. We just need to burn a fire in one place, and the heat will lead to every place. In this way, the temperature will dissipate more evenly. However, this will cost a lot of firewood."

"It's not a problem for firewood, we can go and chop."

"Forget it, let's use wood chips and husks first. Tomorrow, when the uncle comes over, I ask him where he got the wood chips last time? I asked him to buy some for me."

"Well, I believe that my second sister-in-law's method will definitely be feasible."

"You girl, you are getting sweeter and sweeter."

Wen Yueru smiled playfully, "That's because of following her second sister-in-law, her life is getting sweeter and sweeter, and even her mouth is getting sweeter."

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【Small Theater】

Alai: Young Master, can those love letters destroy Wen Han?

Wen Chongzheng: Of course it won’t work.

Alai was dissatisfied: The young master asked me to write letters while vomiting. Is this just to punish me?

Wen Chongzheng smiled: You haven’t finished watching the cat and mouse? The key is the process. What he thinks most is, I let him lose it bit by bit. This process is the real revenge. Is it interesting to kill him with one knife?

Alai nodded very much: Oh, I understand, it turns out that it is a cat and a mouse. No wonder the wife said that the young master is very sarcastic.

Wen Chongzheng frowned: Nuannuan said I was a black man?

Alai nodded.

Wen Chongzheng sighed: When I get home, I will let her see if my abdomen is black or not?

Alai complained: Young Master, you are not a slut, you are a hooligan!
Chapter completed!