Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

Among the ten layers of fabrics with different patterns is a close-fitting lining made of pure cotton and thickened fabric, which looks warm at first glance.

"Honey, do you like it? I just planned to make it before winter comes, and it's already here early. I can't guarantee anything else, but the fabric is absolutely good. You'll be absolutely warm when you wear it."

"I like it very much, Jinshu, you also... have worked hard."

Song Tingran picked up the undershirt that had no progress at all in stitching, and the threads were twisted like earthworms, and she praised it without conscience.

"My wife, you like it so much today. You put it on and I'll see if it fits you. I can change it again."

"It's getting late today. Why don't we try it on again tomorrow? Let's go to bed today. We're sleepy."

"That's okay." Qiao Jinshu began to take off his clothes. After taking off the outer coat, there was still a middle layer of clothing underneath. After taking off the middle layer of clothing, there was still a layer of inner clothing.

There is no pattern on the lining, just a very pure white color that sparkles in the candlelight.

"Jinshu, I've never seen this undershirt of yours before. Is it newly made? It's really beautiful."

"Yes, I begged Third Brother to make this for me. He also said he wanted to make a set for you too. I refused for you."

What did Song Tingran hear? He refused it for her, why should she refuse it? Who would refuse a beautiful and exquisite underwear?

With a disappointed expression on his face, looking at what Qiao Jinshu had made in his hand, he could only swallow the tears in his stomach.

"My wife, do you only like what the third brother makes and don't like what I make? If you don't like it, then throw it away."

Qiao Jinshu was unhappy. After doing this for two months, his fingers were almost pricked.

"No, Jinshu, I like it. I really like the undershirt you gave me, but I just thought that I should have another set to wear, right?"

Qiao Jinshu nodded and said awkwardly: "What should I do? I have already told the third brother that I don't have to do it for you."

Song Tingran put the underwear in her hand into the closet, and turned around to speak earnestly to comfort her. Qiao Jinshu's eyes lit up, "My wife, this is not a difficult matter. I can just make another set for you." , make it now, just in time to wear it next spring.”

"...Jinshu, don't work so hard. I still have a lot of old ones that are enough to wear. This set will do."

"No, we have to make new ones every year. Here's what you said. Don't worry, my wife, I can arrange it."

Qiao Jinshu blew out the candles, so there was no further discussion on the matter. In short, Song Tingran's two new sets of underwear will come to her this year across the New Year.

A leg was put on Song Tingran's waist. She woke up from her sleep. She didn't go to bed until midnight last night. She was sleepy. She half-squinted her eyes and pushed the leg away from her waist. Qiao Jinshu turned over and continued to sleep.

Song Tingran moved the tip of his nose slightly, sniffing, what kind of smell is it? After smelling it, he opened his eyes.

Spicy cabbage and pork buns!

The man got up with a roar and covered Qiao Jinshu's head with the quilt.

Qiao Jinshu had actually opened his eyes just now. When he opened them again, he found that it was dark again. He thought it was a dream and was about to continue sleeping. He reached out and touched his side, but it was empty.

"Wife master?"

Qiao Jinshu shouted, still touching with his hands, lifted up the quilt and sat up. The room was already empty.

He felt uncomfortable, feeling defeated all of a sudden. He put on his clothes aggrievedly and found that everyone had already gotten up.

Angrily washing up, angrily playing with Manfu, angrily feeding Zhiyi, and finally angrily finding Song Tingran, who was eating steamed buns in the kitchen.

"My wife!" He put his hands on his hips.

When Song Tingran saw Qiao Jinshu, he quickly took a bun, opened it with ease and stuffed it into his mouth.

Spicy cabbage and pork buns

"Wen Ci and the others made it early. Try it while it's hot. Is it delicious?"

"Absolutely, absolutely."

Some people completely forgot what they came for. When they saw the spicy cabbage pancakes on the side, they immediately tore off a piece and put it in their mouths.

Spicy Cabbage Pancake

Chew chew chew.

"Besides spicy cabbage, what else is there?" Qiao Jinshu can't live without pancakes in his life.

Wen Ci: "I also added some leeks and chopped green onions for seasoning. Doesn't it taste greasy at all?"

"Mmmmmmm!"

Today I made more cakes and steamed buns, and kneaded more noodles. Song Tingran simply wrapped some and delivered them to Village Chief Zhou, just in time for breakfast.

Qiao Jinshu looked at Song Tingran's back as he left the house, suddenly remembered his purpose and chased after him.

"Master Wife, I'll go with you, wait for me!"

The two of them walked over from the resort, so they would be closer to Village Chief Zhou's home.

"My wife, do you not love me anymore? Because I wear three layers of clothes inside and outside, and my third brother wears less... When he takes off his clothes, half of his body is still there. I took off one layer and still There are two pieces.”

"What are you talking about, Jin Shu, how could I not love you? Why are you so sentimental all of a sudden?"

Song Tingran slowed down. The resort was very lively, with many children chasing and playing here.

"You didn't wait for me to get up in the morning, nor did you ask me to come with you. When I woke up, you were gone. You just don't like me anymore. Otherwise, how could you leave me?" Wrongful, speak out. Feeling aggrieved, he simply stood here, lowered his head, and refused to leave.

Song Tingran tilted her head and looked at his face. Fortunately, she didn't cry. She pulled her sleeves and pulled out a little of the corner of the twisted inner garment.

"Jinshu, look, I'm wearing the undershirt you made for me. It's so warm and comfortable. You've been choosing this fabric for a long time, right?"

Qiao Jinshu was coaxed immediately and quickly helped to tidy up her cuffs, but then she thought about it and realized something was still wrong.

"My wife, you will coax me. What you said clearly is that you didn't ask me to get up together, that's not the case."

"Oh, that's not because of you."

Song Tingran continued walking forward, and Qiao Jinshu quickly followed, "Me? You didn't call me, why is it my problem..."

"That's your problem. You didn't sleep well last night and stayed up so late. When I woke up in the morning, I was really hungry."

"......oops."

Qiao Jinshu took Song Tingran's arm, and the two of them continued to head to Village Chief Zhou's home with a smile on their face.

Before they reached it, they met Qin Gen'er on the road, and Song Tingran was dazzled.

"Master, what a coincidence."

"It's really you, Gen'er. I thought I saw it wrong. Are you working here today?"

Next to Qin Gen'er, there was another person whom Song Tingran didn't know very well. Qiao Jinshu quietly told her that this person was the current owner of Wang Ying's house.

Only then did Song Tingran realize that this place had been changed by several families, and he never quite remembered it.