The young commander's little petite girl got mad at 70

"I just want to marry Fu Limin."

Wang Hai looked at Fu Liming's slender back and wanted to rush over to hold her in his arms and love her tenderly.

It was obvious that this woman would soon be his wife.

But now the two people have nothing to do with each other.

Wang Hai couldn't stand the thought that Fu Liming no longer saw his shadow in her eyes. Ever since he got engaged to Fu Liming, his brothers, friends and colleagues around him were all very envious of him.

If they knew that his marriage with Fu Liming had failed, they would probably gloat over it behind his back.

Wang Jia was sobered up by her son's yelling and decided not to marry Fu Limin. If she really married Fu Limin, that vixen would have said something to sow discord behind her back.

"Then you should catch up with her and talk to her nicely."

Wang Jia originally wanted to scold her son again, but she changed her mind when the words came to her lips.

What's his son's temper? Can't Wang Jian understand it?

She just wanted to follow her son's lead.

As long as that little devil Fu Liming doesn't agree, his son will lose interest in Fu Liming in a few days.

Wang Hai really wanted to chase after him, but after taking two steps he walked out dejectedly.

Wang Jia smiled mysteriously.

She knew it.

Meng Wantang went to the market and bought some onions, some ginger and some garlic.

When she passed by the pork shop, she saw some good beef and bought a piece to take back.

Children especially like to eat meat.

The more meat you eat, the less rice you eat.

Meng Wantang returned home and diced the beef into beef cubes.

She was cooking while the nanny was watching and helping.

Meng Wantang did not go back immediately. She waited for Lan Youyi to come back before she got up to leave.

Lan Youyi was reluctant to let Meng Wantang go, so she pulled her aside and said, "You said you don't come here often, and now that you finally come, you have to go back. You should stay at home tonight."

"I have to see a patient early tomorrow morning." Meng Wantang had a patient whose condition was quite serious.

The family members of the patients specifically came to her and she went to their homes to treat the patients.

The patient was a middle-aged man in his 40s who had injured his waist due to long-term labor.

She undergoes acupuncture treatment without interruption.

Lan Youyi said regretfully after hearing this: "Then I'll ask the guards to take you back. Come to my house and stay for a few nights when you're not busy. This is your family, so don't be so polite."

Meng Wantang held Lan Youyi's arm affectionately and said, "Mom, I'm busy, so I specially sent the child to you. If I wasn't busy, I would definitely stay at home. There is a nanny here to take care of me, so I don't have to cook, let alone do housework. How great."

"You, you!" Lan Youyi shook her head with amusement.

"Then I'll go."

Meng Wantang didn't want to go back late.

She didn't eat at home at noon, and she didn't know what her family was eating. If she didn't go home at night, everyone in the house would probably go hungry.

When she got home, Meng Wantang saw that all the snacks on the table had been eaten.

Her mother was watching TV, holding a big apple in her hand and eating it slowly.

"You eat such a big apple, are you going to eat later?" Meng Wantang walked over and poured himself a glass of water, then sat on the sofa and watched TV.

Lin Su looked at her with resentment and said, "If I hadn't eaten the apple, you wouldn't be able to see me now."

"What? Someone threatened you to eat the apple?"

Lin Su said solemnly, "It's even more terrifying than this."

"Ok?"

Meng Wantang looked over.

Lin Su: “I’ll starve to death.”

"..."

Meng Wantang couldn't help but ask, "What did you eat for lunch? Was it so bad? Why do I feel like you didn't eat a single bite?"

"You wait."

When Lin Su said this, she also glanced furtively towards the side room.

She opened the cupboard and took out a small bowl.

There was no rice in the bowl, only something black, and I couldn't tell what it was.

"What is this?"

Lin Su sighed: "It's a fish, can't you see it?"

"Is this a fish? Who can tell it's a fish?"

Meng Wantang felt that she had overestimated Lin Hao's cooking skills.

Lin Hao did a pretty good job the first time he took action last time, so why was it so different this time?

This thing doesn't even look like a fish.

She picked up a piece and put it in front of her nose and smelled it. It seemed that she could not even smell the fishy smell.

Meng Wantang didn't dare to taste it and secretly threw it away.

"What do you want to eat for lunch? Cherry meat? Grilled meat? Or beef cubes?"

Meng Wantang mentioned a few dishes and waited for Lin Su to order.

"I want to eat some vegetables today. I'll have some stir-fried pork with garlic moss."

Meng Wantang: "..."

Okay, she got it.

Meng Wantang bought chicken legs today. She cut them into pieces and made a teriyaki chicken leg and a stir-fried pork with garlic moss. Finally, she had a vegetable dumpling soup to complete the meal.

Lin Hao went out for something today and will not be home for dinner tonight.

Lu Qingye's injuries had not yet fully healed, so Meng Wantang specially made him a dish of winter melon stewed with tofu.

It’s bland and not Lu Qingye’s cup of tea at all.

After dinner, Meng Wantang returned to the house and lifted up Lu Qingye's trouser legs. Lu Qingye didn't expect Meng Mantang to attack him by surprise.

"You sneaked off to work before, and I didn't bother to argue with you. You saved my life, so of course I have to thank you. But what about your own legs?"

There was no smile on Meng Wantang's face when she spoke, and she looked very oppressive.

Lu Qingye suddenly became excited when he looked at her.

He said in a hoarse voice: "Wife, I am worried about you too. I am not afraid of anything as long as you are here."

Meng Wantang glared at him fiercely: "Then why don't you go and battle with the King of Hell?"

"what?"

Lu Qingye didn't understand.

"I said, why don't you go to the King of Hell and tell him that you are tired of living and want to go to him sooner?"

"..."

Lu Qingye smiled and held Meng Wantang's hand: "Wife, don't be angry. I know my limits and used my other leg at the time. And I was driving the whole day and didn't walk."

Meng Wantang said nothing and handed it to him to bandage his wound.

Just when Lu Qingye was feeling uneasy, Meng Wantang sneered and said, "Do you think I'm blind? Someone suddenly rushed out from behind, running towards me, but I couldn't feel him, right?"

"Wife, I was wrong. I really know I was wrong."

Lu Qingye did not make excuses and apologized sincerely as soon as he opened his mouth.

This time it was Meng Wantang's turn to be speechless.

Lu Qingye waited for her to finish bandaging the wound, then took Meng Wantang's hand and whispered, "I will be careful in the future when you don't care."

Meng Wantang couldn't help but sigh.

He said this every time, but he got hurt every time.

"Your body is your own anyway. If you really ruin yourself, don't blame me for marrying someone else."

Lu Qingye: "..."