Godly Farmer Doctor: Arrogant Husband, Can’t Afford to Offend!

Zhao Lan couldn't bear to call her again, but who knows, the meeting she said was actually half an hour passed.

Hu Feng came again. This time, he did not knock on the door. He stood outside the door and shouted: "Shantou, saying that you are making dumplings, you don't want to think about it?"

The white eyes suddenly opened, Zhao Lan sat on the bed and looked at her, she was busy asking: "What time is it now?"

Zhao Lan looked at the sunlight outside the small window. The sun was no longer as strong as the afternoon: "Shen Shi three moments, do you really promise to make dumplings for Hu Feng?"

Bai Hao sat up. "Yeah, he saved my life today. In order to repay him, I promised to make a dumpling at night. I didn't expect this sleep to be so late."

Zhao Landao: "Since you have promised someone, just get up, it takes a lot of time to make dumplings. It is necessary to start preparing earlier."

At this time, the voice of Hu Feng came from the outside, and the anecdote that had been forgotten in the back of the brain jumped to the front again. . . She sighed, helpless to get out of bed, walked to the door and opened the door, Hu Fengdao facing the outside: "Don't shout, I got up, that - you go back first, I will wash my face."

She made a look that nothing happened, and it looked exactly the same as before, but Hu Feng still found a little embarrassment from her eyes.

His lips were slightly hooked, and he said nothing. He turned and left.

Bai Hao took the wet cloth towel from Zhao Lan, wiped his face indiscriminately, and sighed: "If the water poured out can be recovered, it would be fine."

Zhao Lan puzzled: "What stupid thing to say? How can this water poured out be recovered?"

Bai Hao handed the wet cloth towel back to her, and it was another sigh: "I just said, if you can’t get it back, you can only do it - it’s not poured!"

Looking at the back of Bai Yu’s departure, Zhao Lan couldn’t help but say: “What’s wrong with this girl? How strange is it?”

Came to the front of the Hu family, Hu Feng has put the flour into a pot, the weight is probably more than the last time.

She walked up like no one, took the basin in the hand of Hu Feng, pointed to the leek and potatoes in the corner: "You wash the vegetables, I will come to the surface."

Hu Feng pointed to the amaranth on the stove: "It has already been washed, and that is the rest." He specially bought one more today, and the rest can be eaten tomorrow, how beautiful.

White bowl of water began to face and noodles, the head did not return: "Take it, cut it into the last cut." Hu Feng shook his head: "Can't cut, no." He will lick the chicken Bone, but it won't cut the leek. . .

She glanced back at him, her eyes were thick and contemptuous: "Can you expect you to do anything? Even cutting amaranth will not."

Hu Feng shrugged: "No one is going to cut the leeks?"

She pointed her finger at the small cupboard in the kitchen. "That's an egg, it's a good egg."

Hu Feng took two eggs from the small cabinet and asked: "Is two enough?"

"Of course not enough, it's not enough for you to eat alone, five." She told me that she had no previous embarrassment, as if nothing had happened.

But Hu Feng’s face is always laughing, faint, undetectable, but real.

Unfortunately, the white singers who concentrated on the face have never seen it.

White house

Zhang looked at the empty rice cylinder in front of him, and the annoyed explosion was about to explode. She simply put the cylinder to the front and went to the white old lady and Liu Shi, and said: "Mother, we have no rice at home, eat at night? ”