Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

   "Be careful with the heat."

  Su Haitang looked at the surprised boy, full of sense of accomplishment.

   Who can resist the temptation of delicious food and hold revenge? nonexistent!

   "Eat slowly, pay attention to the heat, I'll make fries."

  Su Haitang estimated that the time was almost up, took back the cold lunch box, heated the oil to about six minutes, put in the processed fries and fry slowly.

The aroma of   potatoes is very attractive.

  Xu Congrong looked over with bright eyes, and the silk apple in his hand pulled long and bright filaments.

   "Isn't this a bad thing to throw away? Why did you bring it back. Oh I see, you want to make me eat a bad stomach!"

  Su Haitang was speechless.

  The little guy suffered a family change and lost his sense of security, and no one seemed like a good person anymore.

   "Well, do you dare to try it?"

  Su Haitang took out the fried fries, drained the oil, sprinkled a little salt, picked one up and handed it to him.

  The golden fries exude a tempting aroma. Children's favorite, Xu Congrong is also hard to resist.

   "Really edible?"

  Su Haitang rolled her eyes and stuffed it directly into her mouth.

   Well, familiar taste, well done.

   "Hey, didn't you cook it for me? Why did you eat it yourself! You bully people!"

   Xu Congrong was anxious, chewing a sweet apple in his mouth, and complained aggrievedly.

  Su Haitang silently brought a small plate of French fries and blocked his mouth.

   "Isn't there a lot more, what's the hurry, little greedy cat."

   Xu Congrong grinned happily, remembered the business for a long time, and announced to her solemnly.

   "For the sake of your bankruptcy and bleeding, I don't care about you anymore. Don't make my parents quarrel again, you know? Otherwise, I'm worried that your money won't be enough for me to eat."

   The corners of Su Haitang's mouth twitched. Not bothering with the children, she continued to fry French fries while the pan was hot.

   just brought it back to Wang Keying, Ai Xiang and the others to fight their teeth. They are authentic foodies.

   The space fluctuated for a while, Su Haitang picked up the fried French fries in the pot, immersed herself in her mind, and she saw the little fox appearing!

   "I miss you! Seeing you for one day is like three autumns!"

  Su Haitang hugged it and kissed it fiercely, but the little fox was not as obedient as usual, but couldn't stop whimpering impatiently.

   "What's wrong? Something happened?" Su Haitang groaned in her heart, her head a little dizzy.

   The little fox shook his head, humming.

   "Nothing happened? Then what's the matter? By the way, about today's news, let me know first."

  Su Haitang was at a loss, so she settled down and asked about the business first.

  The little fox slapped the surface of the water impatiently, and after the news of this time was passed on, he hummed and gestured anxiously, and seemed to open his mouth to beg for food.

  Su Haitang was dumbfounded.

   "Can you smell it?"

  This function has evolved again, presumably its injuries are almost healed, which is a good thing.

  The little fox nodded desperately, making the appearance of swallowing saliva.

  Su Haitang sighed slightly and stroked its slightly warm figure.

   "Even if I take in the delicious food, you can't eat it now, right?"

   The little fox hummed and pushed her, looking very funny.

  Su Haitang couldn't bear her cute little pet, so she gave in without principle.

   "Okay, I'll take it in and ask you to take a look, okay? You can't eat, isn't it more torment? Little fool."

  Su Haitang held her breath and collected a dozen fries, ready to watch the little fox lively.

   Contrary to her expectations, the little fox opened his mouth and sucked at the fries from afar.

  The golden-yellow fries seemed to be infected, and quickly turned black visibly to the naked eye. Finally, they remained charred black. When touched by the slowly flowing wind in the space, they were scattered into ash.