Song Nuan listened, digging her ears irritably, reached out and pulled Wen Chongzheng and walked out, "Let's go! Don't pay attention to the lunatics of this family."

Wen Chongzheng nodded.

He doesn't like the Song family.

The villagers made way out, and behind him, Mr. Song stopped Song Nuan, "Damn girl, you can't leave like this."

"Then how do I go?" Song Nuan turned around and looked at him unruly, "Can I put down my things and leave?"

Mr. Song was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes! Jiabao was injured and had a lot of blood. He also wanted to replenish his body. Wouldn't you be unwilling to do that? You should prepare the other five hundred citations and send them here in a few days. I heard that they would pay one or two silver taels, and they would be injured, and they would share half of each one. This is not an exaggeration."

Song Nuan smiled coldly and shook her head, "Be your dream of spring and autumn!"

What can I nourish Jiabao's body? I will get all the stomachs of the adults later, and Song Jiabao won't even have any soup.

"You?" Old Master Song looked embarrassed.

"If you want to eat, you can catch me by yourself. Don't attack me. Jiabao is not my fault, why should I rely on me?" Song Nuan smiled self-deprecatingly, "I am so bad, God is about to accept me. I don't want to be a starving ghost. Whoever robs me, I will beat me up!"

"You are not bad!" Wen Chongzheng's confident voice came to his ears.

Song Nuan glanced at him, her eyes flushed.

Wen Chongzheng patted the back of her hand and wrapped her little hand in his palm with his backhand, "Let's go home!"

"Okay!" A warm current passed through my heart, and Song Nuan raised the corners of her lips and smiled.

"Sister." Song Ling chased after her, looked up at her, her eyes flushed, "Sister, don't come back here in the future, live a good life with her brother-in-law."

"You?" Song Nuan looked at her in surprise.

Who is she? Why can she say such mature words at such a young age?

"Second sister, don't worry! I will take good care of your elder sister." Wen Chongzheng calmly pointed out the relationship between the two.

"Yes." Song Ling looked at Song Nuan with red eyes and reluctantly, "Sister, goodbye."

Song Nuan nodded.

"Let's go."

"good!"

Song Ling stood at the gate and watched them leave. Behind her, the Song family yard was in chaos.

Wen's family.

Wen Chongzheng hurriedly pulled Song Nuan into the house, looked her up and down, and asked, "Are you injured? Are you still a woman? Why don't you call me when you go out to fight with someone?"

"What's wrong with a woman?" Song Nuan gave him a blank look, "If a woman fights, she won't win? She will even want your kissing cousin to complain without any illness? I'm not that kind of woman."

A little exercise, is it?

"At least, I should call me."

"I understand it, and I will beat you if I don't feel happy! No matter how obedient I used to be, I would be beaten every day? People should not be too kind. After all, some people are really not human." Song Nuan said disapprovingly.

Suddenly he fell into a warm arms, and a loving voice came from above his head, "I will not let someone hit you again in the future."

"Don't say it's too early. If someone calls me, can you protect me?"

The warm atmosphere was swept away by Song Nuan's words, and Wen Chong pushed her away with a blushing face, slightly annoyed, "I can't do it now, I will definitely do it in the future."

He can become strong.

The first time I had such a strong desire to protect myself, this woman didn't appreciate it.

"Let's wait and see!" Song Nuan shrugged and walked out with the pottery basin. "I've gone to the kitchen. I want to have a meal of meat, but it's been a lot of trouble."

"Why are you just thinking about eating this?" He looked down at his empty arms, inexplicably lost.

Song Nuan ignored him, opened the curtain, and came to the yard, "Grandma."

"Hey, Nuannuan is back?" Old Mrs. Wen looked at her up and down, "It seems that the one who suffers is not the one who suffers. OK! OK!"

Song Nuan was very happy when she heard this.

This old lady Wen is really good, very consistent with her temperament.

"Grandma, then I'll go to the kitchen."

"Well, go." Old Mrs. Wen nodded and said softly: "With you here, I will feel relieved from now on."

"Grandma, what did you say?"

Old Mrs. Wen looked at her with a smile and said, "I say, I will feel relieved if you have you around you in the future. It is his blessing to marry you. I also care about him when I see you, right?"

On the side, Wen Chongzheng, who had just come out of the house, couldn't help but look at Song Nuan with anticipation.

"Grandmother, this couple is just living together. He is in poor health. If I am weak, wouldn't it be very tired? What he can't do, I will do it! Anyway, I'm not afraid of becoming the number one shrew in Gaoshan Village."

"I understand!" Old Mrs. Wen nodded.

Song Nuan brought the things into the kitchen. Old Mrs. Wen looked at Wen Chongzheng who was thinking about it and said meaningfully: "I have to give her some time to slow down."

Wen Chongzheng bent his lips and smiled, "I can wait."

Old Mrs. Wen nodded gently.

"Grandma, I'm back home."

"Okay! Go."

Wen Chongzheng looked at the kitchen deeply before turning back to the room. He pulled out a wooden box from the bottom of the bed, which was covered with a thick layer of dust.

He found a rag and wiped the dust off the box.

Bang!

With a crisp sound of unlocking, he opened the box door, and his books and four treasures of the study were neatly placed inside.

He pulled out a book with a blank cover from the bottom.

Hopefully everything is still in time.

On the other side of the kitchen, Song Nuan sliced ​​the ginger and garlic that someone else gave her, "Yueru, can you help me burn the fire, okay?"

Wen Yueru nodded and sat in front of the stove to burn the fire.

Everything was ready, Song Nuan asked again, "Where is the oil and salt in our house?" She looked around and didn't see anything that looked like a salt bowl or oil tank.

Wen Yuechu got up and went to the kitchen cabinet to get a salt pot, "There is only salt, no oil, rapeseed oil, no more."

Song Nuan was stunned for a moment, then she remembered the bowl of shepherd's purse.

This home is indeed free of oil.

There is nothing to eat for saliva snakes.

Song Nuan said depressedly: "Don't burn the fire for now, wait a moment." She wanted to think of a way, what should she do if there was no oil?

If the spice is not fried with oil, the saliva will lose its soul.

Have it!

Her eyes suddenly lit up, she looked at Wen Yueru and asked, "Buy some hot water, I'll clean up the hare."

There was also a hare snatched from the snake's mouth under the pile of herbs. It looked not thin, and in her experience, it should be a bit bad.

"good."

Song Nuan carried a kitchen knife and went out to pick out the hare, and it was ready soon. Sure enough, the hare was not small, with two large pieces of oil in its belly.

"Yueru, burn the fire. I will make you delicious food tonight, thanks to you today."

"I...I should." Wen Yueru shook her head shyly. After returning from the Song family, her mother had already scolded her, but she did not regret leading the way.

Especially now I still hear Song Nuan’s thanks.

While the pot was not hot, she raised her knife and chopped the hare into pieces. After a while, the pot became hot and she put the cut rabbit oil into the pan.

Slap sex!

The pot immediately aired, and the oil sizzled, and there was already oil in the pot. When the oil was frying out, Song Nuan put half of it, then put the ginger and garlic in it.

In the kitchen, it was immediately lingered by the fragrance.

Wen Yueru inhale hard and swallows her saliva.

It smells fragrant! It’s just a ginger and garlic, and it’s already fragrant.
Chapter completed!