Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

   There is still some flour and seasonings at home. Before getting married, Xiao Naihe occasionally opened fire.

  Xiao Nai walked into the kitchen that he had not seen for a long time, looking at the spotlessly cleaned home, inexplicably felt a sense of embarrassment.

   During the six months of marriage, at most he came back to deliver a meal and left without touching the stool. Why did he ever consider this place his home?

   "I'll help you make a face."

  Xiao Naihe discovered the benefits of his wife, so he was eager to turn around her, but he only hated that he was too good at doing things before, and the relationship between the husband and wife was so cold.

   "I posted it at noon."

  Su Haitang lightly refused his help, opened the basin, and there was dough made by the little fox in it.

   "Then I'll help you pick leeks."

  Xiao Naihe volunteered, pretending not to understand his daughter-in-law's indifferent face.

   "Go out and help me borrow a scooter. I want a basket, get more, and a rope."

  Su Haitang was stunned when she saw the discordant expression on his familiar face, and rushed him straight away.

   Picking vegetables or something, there is a little fox, it's a matter of minutes. It's annoying that this man insists on putting this delay on.

   When Xiao Naihe heard the order, he went out with great joy, not forgetting to give thoughtful instructions.

   "You are also tired after going out all afternoon. Go and rest for a while, and let me come back to do it."

  Su Haitang waved his hand, drove him out, and let the little fox come out to chop vegetables to create momentum.

   "Woooo."

  Master, someone knocked on the door.

  Su Haitang took a shower from the bathroom, wiped her wet hair carelessly, and glanced at the door of the house that was plugged in.

   She is chopping dumpling stuffing, can't hear.

   "Woooo."

  The owner has chopped it up.

  Su Haitang showed it to continue, the little fox looked at her inexplicably, and then looked down at the minced meat.

   Still chop? If you chop it again, the wood chopping board will be chopped into slag.

   Is it better to dry wood and put it in stuffing?

   "This body is weak, so I need to chop for a while."

  Su Haitang explained in a low voice.

   The little fox blinked his small eyes, not particularly understanding.

   But the owner told it to continue chopping, then it chopping.

  The little fox worked tirelessly to take out more meat and ribs from the space, and it was hard to chop.

   The knock on the door was very patient, but he didn't leave. Su Haitang was too lazy to answer, and continued to play dead while the little fox chopped stuffing.

  No, I went back to space to visit Xiaoyu.

   "Well, the little fox's craftsmanship is really good."

  Su Haitang grabbed a bun and bit it, and recommended it to Xiaoyu with satisfaction.

  Xiaoyuhong's apron was bulging, and gave her a lazy glance with a full burp.

   "Delicious but not great."

  Su Haitang knocked on the hard ice coffin, and looked at the frozen man inside with a little distress.

   "He won't be frozen, will he?"

   The streamer swam on the ice coffin, and after judging that she was harmless, the swim spread out, looking very harmless.

   "Hey, worry about happiness in the rest of your life? If this one doesn't work, just change it."

  Xiaoyu sat cross-legged on his royal white fog bed, her face was slightly pale, and the large formation of runes condensed by the white fog around her body flickered, obviously it was a lot of effort.

   "Hold on. I'll go to the antique market in the city tomorrow and find you a snack."

   If Xiao Naihe didn't take it seriously, she would have wanted to go today.

   It's just that this body is too weak, so she hastily obtained the treasure, whether it can be protected or not is a matter of two things; she still has to keep a useful body and look for space debris.

  Xiaoyu hiccupped, closed her eyes, and ignored her.

  Su Haitang inspected the various crops that were growing satisfactorily in a circle, and nodded with satisfaction.

   Her little fox is very capable, and is the number one outside the family.

  Su Haitang leisurely exited the space, motioned for the little fox to stop, and gave it the task of beating eggs, stirring and frying.

  The golden egg liquid is poured into the pot with the sound of thorns, and the aroma is overflowing.