Chapter 47 I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out!

Lao Cao's wife held her hand and said, "Girl, don't say that. Let's eat, don't talk while eating," she shouted at Lao Cao, who was kneeling on the ground. "Why don't you go to stir-fry and go to the cellar to make wine for me and my sister!" Sister, I'm sorry. Our Lao Cao is ignorant and beat you without making it clear. I'll ask him to apologize to you later. Where did you hurt me and ask him to treat you?

"It's okay, I didn't make it clear." Junyi said that people have apologized, and Junyi doesn't want to care about it.

Lao Cao got up from the ground and stumbled to prepare food and wine. In fact, now, Junyi is not in the mood to consider that she was beaten by mistake. Her heart is full of one question: Lao Cao can obviously beat his wife. His wife is so cruel to him, doesn't cook, and she is not good-looking (although Junyi is not qualified to talk about others, But Lao Cao's wife's face was really disgusting and she didn't dare to look directly). Why is Lao Cao still so kind to his wife? Is there a great sense of guilt in your heart?

Or... Does his wife have a secret recipe for her husband? If there is, hey, then you have to ask for advice, oh hehehe...

Old Cao's wife has heard of some things about Junyi (it is rare to be abandoned at the wedding, and Junyi's gossip was once very popular, but it was soon submerged by new gossips). Her experience is similar to Junyi's. She is a fire spirit root and was also taken to marry Lao Cao at birth. This life is doomed The difference between living for Lao Cao and practicing with Lao Cao is that Lao Cao did not abandon her wife at the wedding like Mingzhen in the end, saying "I can't stand it."

After all, people like Mingzhen are in the minority.

Because the beginning of life is almost the same, Lao Cao's wife feels a little sorry for you and hate to meet you late.

And Lao Cao's wife took Junyi's hand with enthusiasm, but Junyi really couldn't stand it. You should know that her hands were also full of poison sores. First of all, Junyi did not discriminate, but she was really worried that she would be infected, and... I felt that the places she came into contact were all stained with sticky yellow pus... It was really disgusting, really I don't know how Lao Cao endured it every day.

Maybe he is so kind to his wife out of sympathy? Junyi's mind made up for another reason why Lao Cao did not leave. But this compassion is too much...

Lao Cao stir-fried a few more dishes, made a fish, and took out good wine from the cellar to greet him. Lao Cao was very busy with housework. After a while, he made a table of good wine and good dishes. When Lao Cao was busy, his wife lifted her feet to talk to Junyi, and then drank and ate vegetables. Lao Cao's dishes were all cooked and picked up the dishes for him. No Shi also picked Caixin and fed it to his wife's mouth.

They didn't ask, but Junyi explained why he became so ugly. The two nodded to show that they knew. Lao Cao's wife admired Junyi's courage and determination to do so, "The girl is powerful! At first glance, you are not an ordinary person!"

Lao Cao also nodded repeatedly, saying that ordinary people can't do such a thing.

What we talk about most is to show that she really talks about Junyi. Lao Cao's wife shows that she is on Junyi's side. No matter what the reason, even if the woman kills, even if she is crazy, she has to marry if she is determined to marry, and she can't regret it for any reason.

"What's more, what can't stand? If you can't bear it, just put up with it. If you can bear it, you can bear it!" Lao Cao's wife said.

"That's right, it's too late to be happy. What can't stand it?" Old Cao Dao.

"Hmm! It makes sense! What can't stand it?" Junyi nodded repeatedly and deeply agreed that he had a bad temper. Compared with Lao Cao's wife, he had a good temper. At least he didn't hang Mingzhen up, but he usually lost his temper and smashed things. "What's wrong with smashing things? I won't lose my temper if you don't invite me! You coax me well, and I'll make it for you! I think you still don't do anything. You cook all the food, and you still hang up and fight. In this way, Lao Cao is still good to you! Why?"

He was speechless. Junyi was drunk, and he immediately got drunk when he poured a few sips of wine, because he really needed to get drunk when drinking opposite a poisonous person like Cao's wife.

Lao Cao's wife didn't care about Junyi's words. On the contrary, Junyi said that Lao Cao was unconditionally good to her. She was really happy. "I think it's just one sentence. It depends on people. I was lucky in those years. I met Lao Cao in our family. What's wrong with the idiom?" She turned her face and asked Lao Cao.

"It's not good to meet people." Lao Cao replied, took a piece of fish with thorns and dipped it in an appropriate amount of thick soup, and then carefully fed it to his wife's mouth with his hands. Lao Cao's wife swallowed it and nodded, "It tastes good. Another piece."

Hearing his wife's words, Lao Cao was happy as if the child had got candy. He grinned and quickly picked up a big piece and lowered his head to prick it thinly.

Looking at the scene of their love, your eyes are green - red and jealous!

"Why!" She took another sip of wine and shouted, "Sister, to be honest, are you particularly beautiful after your poison sores? Particularly charming? The kind of beauty that men are willing to do for you??!!"

Old Cao was busy going to the fish bone without raising his head and said, "That's right, my wife is the most beautiful in the world!" The sore on the face is also the most beautiful, and the sore is also the most beautiful!"

"I know it sounds good!" Lao Cao's wife stepped on him fiercely, which made him scream for pain, but it seemed that she still loved to listen to it. After hearing it, she was in a good mood. She turned her head with a smile and said to Junyi, "Don't listen to our Lao Cao's nonsense. My poison sores are not beautiful even if I have recovered, and my poison sores are because of my cultivation. If I have grown up, I will Fa, the matter of cultivating immortals, if you don't advance, you will retreat, and you have to make progress every day. How can there be a good time for this poison sore? If the sore doesn't occur, there is something wrong with cultivation.

"So you have always been like this?" You are shocked.

"Yes," Lao Cao's wife nodded and recalled, "It seems that it's been decades. It's all like this. There was a problem with that practice more than ten years ago, and the poison sores faded. That time we were worried about Cao. The sister didn't say that you were too much. You care too much about the skin. Forget mortals. Our cultivation of immortals should not be confused by beauty and ugliness. . The skin and so on are all smoke and clouds, and I can't care about it at all.

That being said, Junyi also knows that many people know, but aesthetics is human nature. Who doesn't like beautiful things? Lao Cao's wife advised you so much that the word "ugly" in his family is also taboo, isn't it?

This kind of thing is really one thing, and it's another...

"If it's not beautiful to let a man do anything," Junyi didn't give up and was still struggling. He drank a bowl of wine and continued to ask, "Then why did Lao Cao give up on you? Sister, do you think you have been accustomed to beating him since you were a child and become masochistic? Is he a masochist now? Only in this way can it make up! Absolutely a masochist!"

Lao Cao's wife noticed this question, "Lao Cao, I won't make you a masochist, will I?"

"No, listen to her nonsense, she is drunk," Lao Cao fed a large piece of fish with prickly fish to his wife's mouth. "The masochist will be happy after being beaten. It's uncomfortable not to be beaten. I'm not happy to be beaten..."

"Do you dare to be unhappy if I hit you?" Lao Cao's wife narrowed her eyes.

"Happy..." Lao Cao hurriedly said, "My wife beat me the best. As long as you are happy, it doesn't matter if you hit me hard. If my wife is happy, I will be happy! I'm worried if you don't hit me. Do you still want to hit me tonight? Can I tie myself up later? Wife, be tough. In addition to hiding private money, and the matter of breaking the rope, you told me to remember to remind you, kiss my wife, don't forget it!"

"Well, I almost forgot. And the matter of you holding Junyi's hand," Lao Cao's wife nodded with satisfaction, "Remember first, and calculate it together later."

"I'm really an unjust wife..." Lao Cao was about to cry.

This is not normal! Absolutely abnormal! Junyi has always thought that she is not good-looking and has a bad temper, so she is hated by Brother Mingzhen, which makes him unbearable. But what does Lao Cao's wife have? Is she good-looking?! Do you have a good temper?! She has nothing, only worse than herself at that time, and her temper is incomparably worse, but why can she be treated like this?

The two seem to be really loving. The doting on Lao Cao's face is not like pretending. If it is pretending, Junyi can accept it, at least he can be more balanced.

"Lao Cao," she asked Lao Cao in a low voice, "Have you done something particularly sorry for her? That's why you have always been good to her?"

Lao Cao jumped up suddenly: "How to talk! I have killed people, set fire, and said something from the bottom of my heart in my life. I have done something very sorry for others, but I dare to swear to God that I have never done anything wrong to my wife in my life! Not before, and never again!"

"That's what you owed her in your last life..." Junyi sighed and pushed the answer to the question to the previous life, otherwise she really couldn't figure it out.

Lao Cao's wife said, "Sister, I'm right. You're the wrong person you met."

"Is your family very good?" Junyi has made up a possibility. Like Bing Xiao's sister, the hidden ice family is respected by everyone. No one wants to be the son-in-law of the Bing family, even if he plugs in the door upside down.

Lao Cao's wife was bought and brought back from a young age like Junyi. Like a secular child daughter-in-law, how can she have a good family? Lao Cao's wife looked at Junyi and shook her head with a sigh. The girl got into the horns, and it seemed that she would not listen to other people's words for a while.

Junyi poured another bowl of wine and asked Lao Cao sadly, "What do you like about your wife?"

"I like everything." Old Cao Dao.

"I won't ask you!" Junyi said angrily, "You are a masochist, and it's useless to ask."

"What nonsense do you say to this! Who is the masochist!" Lao Cao was a little angry.

Lao Cao's wife kicked him down and scolded, "Sister, tell me what you are arguing with this!" Didn't you see that the girls are drunk? Go, make the bed!"

"Yes, yes," Lao Cao smiled and said, "I'll warm up the bed first, and my wife, come quickly."

"Bang!"

"Bum!"

"Ah!"

A bench hit Lao Cao mercilessly, "Bang!" ; Lao Cao smashed the bench against the wall, "bang"; Lao Cao screamed, "Ah!"

Lao Cao's wife scolded: "I'm not dead, thinking about that every day! Make the bed! Today, I slept with Junyi. You repair the door, the rope and the bench for me! There is also a very important thing. If you don't distinguish clearly, you will beat him. You can fix him first!"

Lao Cao cultivates wood spiritual power, which is rare among human beings. Wood spiritual power is a very magical spiritual power and has a very strong healing ability (the ability to cultivate woody things is also correspondingly strong.)

"Woo-woo..." Lao Cao cried, not because he was smashed, not because there were a lot of things to repair and people to repair, but because there was no "warm the bed" tonight.

Junyi took a sip of wine and said: "Sister, it's your blessing that he wants to love you. To be honest, I have to be drunk before I can have the courage to drink with you. You are full of poisonous sores. He doesn't feel sick and still love you. It's so rare. It's hard to imagine... I can't imagine... It's really impossible. Imagine..."

Junyi deliberately drunk herself. She was really drunk. After she got drunk, she was really open-mouthed and said everything.