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And the man seemed to be unaware of her thoughts, just smiled and quietly squeezed the third son aside: "Madam, is the meal ready? My father-in-law is hungry..."

Seeing the hot tip of the liver beside him, he was happy to hold it up: "This dish is good, and you can see it clearly. Lady, you can eat more later so that you can see who is good and who is bad..."

The third son was squeezed by him to have a lot of brains recently, and he suddenly stared: "Who are you talking about?"

"What do you think?" Qian Yumo picked up a piece of the tip of his liver and stuffed it into his mouth: "Well, it's delicious. My wife's craftsmanship is good!"

In this world, there are two kinds of people who are happier. One is extremely smart, such as Qian Yumo, who can cause trouble, see through things, and solve things; the other is stupid, can't understand anything, and naturally has no trouble.

What is painful is between the two, especially Sanzi, who has been "pointed" and actively demands progress... I can see that he wants to resist, but he is like a grasshopper that is clasped in the palm of his hand, and he can't jump high.

He is determined to suppress Qian Yumo, which is probably the most ambitious goal in his life, but he is doomed to fail.

Luo Wener looked at him sympathetically and was about to comfort him. Qian Yumo snapped his fingers and made an inexhaustible look: "Xiao San, go and bring the plate up..."

"You..."

The third son raised his fist, but even if it is a power competition, he can only be a corner of bluff.

"Forget? I'm big, you're small!" Qian Yumo said solemnly.

The third son snorted, grabbed the plate and left.

A slow voice came from Qian Yumo behind: "The tip of the liver is my wife's favorite..."

You little mistress don't want to add any "material" to it!

"Madam, how am I?" He wrapped her around her waist, held her hand holding the spatula, and tossed back and forth in the spoon.

"Can you not make trouble?" She raised her face.

Qian Yumo immediately stretched out his head and closed his eyes.

Luo Wener was helpless. Seeing that the third son could not come back for the time being, she quickly pecked on his lips.

As a result, it was like kissing the gum and was suddenly stuck.

She "wooed" to remind him that the dishes were going to burn, but Qian Yumo simply put her against the edge of the pot table and grab her softness.

"Bung".

The pot was smashed to the ground.

I followed the sound, but when I saw that the third son's eyes were about to crack, he pointed to them and opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word. It took a long time to rush out, followed by the sound of smashing the table and the stool.

"Look at you..." Luo Wener pushed him angrily.

Qian Yumo kissed again when she was not paying attention. Before she could attack with her backhand, he turned to the stir-fry spoon, took out the vegetables, put them in a plate and walked to the door. Madam, hurry up, your father-in-law is hungry..."

"Okay, you wait, I'll go out with a few more bowls of wontons..."

She saw that Qian Yumo's footsteps were obviously stagnant. Later, she turned her head and looked surprised: "Won?"

She smiled: "It's just stuffed with bread..."

Without finishing her speech, Qian Yumo shook his head: "I don't like noodles. Today's food is just right to eat rice. Don't be busy anymore. If the food is cold, it will hurt your body..."

Luo Wener smiled and watched him go out, lowered her eyes, and picked up the rope on the stove.

At first, the movement was a little slow, but it was still quickly tied to the side pocket.

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When I returned to the room, the room was bustling.

Qian Yumo sat at the table and put on the posture of the main room. He looked motionless as if he were a mountain. From time to time, he took a sip of wine and looked at the three sons tossing sideways.

The three sons jumped up and down, and the room was full of overturned tables and chairs. Fortunately, the one they ate was still intact.

His deer leather hat had long been thrown to the ground, and he kept tucking it on his head and throwing it on the ground, as if there was an invisible hat pressing him, and the color was green.

Seeing Luo Wen'er come in, the third son was even more excited. After a while, he pointed to the sky and the ground for a while, saying that he worked hard for this family, but he didn't even have a person to ask for warmth. He also squeezed him all day long, but he forgot whose house they lived in and whose food they ate. And some people do nothing, relying on a white face and a sweet mouth, which attracts women to throw in their arms and hug them. They are lazy and don't be afraid of people's jokes. His third son is an honest man who relies on his own strength to eat and no longer serves such a small white face. Today, this size must be turned over, otherwise the little white face will quickly clean up and get out of here!

Luo Wen'er was shocked by his eloquence when she saw Sanzi's long speech at the beginning. However, the name "little white face" was once crowned by Bai Lun by Qian Yu Mo. I don't know how it's his turn now. And he...does he still remember the past?

Qian Yumo was still as stable as Mount Tai and took a sip of wine.

Luo Wener couldn't help but come forward: "The wine is not warm yet. You are not in good health, or..."

He raised his hand to stop her words.

When the third son saw that she was so angry and righteous, she didn't even comfort her. She cared about the embroidered pillow and immediately took a breath and felt like vomiting blood.

Qian Yumo held Luo Wen'er's hand, regardless of her winking at herself, and said slowly, "Who said I didn't do anything? Did you call the hill in the yard?

He refers to the results of his recent inspection of the harem.

"Well, it's just the harvest of selling your wife!" Sanzi dumped a sentence disdainfully.

"Bum"!

Suddenly, there was a break, and when I looked again, the thick pine table unexpectedly fell off a piece the size of the palm of my hand, and Qian Yumo's hand could not be moved away from the gap.

Luo Wener hurried over, but Qian Yumo had put his hand behind him.

He raised his long eyebrows and narrowed his eyes slightly, which was obviously angry.

Luo Wener bit her lip... This man, you said he could do anything, but he didn't allow others to hurt her at all!

The third son originally wanted to satirize that he was a soft-hearted man, but he didn't expect this layer at all. Seeing that the other party's hair were floating, he didn't know what he was practicing, but he could feel that it was very dangerous at this moment.

But after all, the words have been said. A man must not admit his cowardice in front of a woman, especially his daughter-in-law.

Just straighten your waist and take a step forward, looking like you are going to fight hard.

Luo Wener hurriedly held Qian Yumo's arm. She deeply knew that if the fight was serious, the three sons would definitely not be the opponent.

But in Sanzi's eyes, this move had the smell of bias and even looking at himself as nothing. He immediately shouted, "I'm not afraid of you. Today, you're either dead or I'll live. Come on!"

Qian Yumo smiled and said, "I'm dead, you live? It's beautiful!"

She took Luo Wen'er's hand and pinched it to signal her not to worry.

He understands that it is a small matter to kill a third son, but she must be sad about it, so...

"Isn't it just hunting in the mountains..."

Luo Wener was shocked and looked at him immediately.

Qian Yumo's kung fu is not low, but he just woke up. Others looked at him well. Only she knew how weak he was, dizzy from time to time, and pretended to be strong in front of her.

In the past, there were all kinds of supplements in the palace, rare medicinal herbs and famous doctors, but now, what do they have? She tried her best to take care of him, but his increasingly pale face reminded her of her worries. She was really afraid that one night he would fall asleep and then not wake up, which is an important reason why she was eager to get in touch with separated people.

And... into the mountains? Didn't they just escape from the mountains? So much so that she looked at the snowy mountains in the distance. Even if everyone said that even if the whole mountain collapsed, she could not touch them at all, she was still shocked. But now, he actually said he wanted to go to the mountain...

"I have made a deal with Wang Fu..."

I didn't wait for her to stop it and gave her another heavy blow.

She remembered that when the villagers came to see the third son in the afternoon, Qian Yumo did chat with Wang Fu.

Has he planned it a long time ago? Why doesn't he discuss it with her? Why doesn't he consider his current body...

"Madam, I have wanted to go into the mountain for a long time. Since we plan to settle down here, we always have to follow the local customs, and I can't..." He glanced sideways at Sanzi and continued to laugh, but his tone was as soft as water: "Sooner or later, it will start. You forgot, I said I would take care of you..."

Luo Wen'er's nose was sore, so he patted her shoulder and squeezed it hard, looking very happily: "Come on, sit down. The wife is tired, and her father-in-law is hungry.

Madam?

Gong?

Then what is he?

Sanzi looked at Luo Wener's desire to speak and stopped. Qian Yumo's hypothetical disappeared, and only kept picking up vegetables for her, and suddenly became infinitely irritable.

Yes, he is nothing, and there is still a lot of surplus!

But he doesn't have much.

This is his home, his house!

He immediately picked up the stool that fell on the ground and put it to the table. He sat up with a golden knife, grabbed the chopsticks and inserted the steamed chicken.

"Oh..."

Qian Yumo easily held his chopsticks, and then quickly peeled off all the chicken and put them in his and Luo Wen's bowl, leaving only a skeleton connected to a chicken head and chicken buttocks, which looked very strange.

"What to eat to supplement."

He smiled slightly, took chopsticks to light the chicken buttocks, and then looked at Sanzi's head...

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Luo Wener has used any moves, so she almost made a promise and failed to stop Qian Yumo's determination.

The team preparing to go into the mountain to hunt was already waiting outside the courtyard. She angrily pulled the scarf on her forehead to pretend to be sick, jumped out of the bed and hugged Qian Yumo who was about to step out of the door.

She is not a good actress. Even if she uses a bitter trick, she can only be seen through by him.

"But for a few days, you have a good sleep and I'll be back when I wake up." He patted her on the back and comforted her softly: "I can't go on like this. Xiao San is right. If you do this again... I will feel useless. Madam, do you want your father-in-law to be a useless man?

She hugged him tightly: "But you can go later and wait until..."

"The weather is starting to warm up. I agreed with Wang Fu that the house can start construction when I come back. With their help, it will be built in a few days, and then I will marry my wife. You have been refusing to promise me. Are you afraid that I will cheat?