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

"My fence is not tight, boss, I don't want it, this wood belongs to you."

Qin Gen'er immersed himself in work, and Liu Yun and the others also started taking measurements.

Song Tingran didn't continue to say anything. It would be too late. Anyway, the wood was placed here first.

"My wife, if you want to eat anything for lunch, I'll prepare it." Wen Li walked out of the door with a rag in his hand.

Song Tingran walked over, and the two of them returned to the yard together, "Let's make red bean paste buns. I said I would do it before, but I never finished it."

"Okay, there are also glutinous rice pumpkin cakes. I also said I would make them last time. Let's make them together this time, okay?"

Wen Li has always liked glutinous rice cakes. Every time Qiao Jinshu brings home glutinous rice cakes from his sister, he eats the most.

Wen Li quickly took out a lot of red beans from the storage room, and Song Tingran also went to the field and picked up three large pumpkins.

"Master Wife, are you going to stew pumpkin?" Wen Ci took two of them and asked.

"Well, let's make glutinous rice pumpkin cake."

"Then I want to come too." Wen Ci quickly washed his hands and went to the Bai Kitchen together.

Song Tingran thought, since he made it once, he would make more. After all the bean paste buns are steamed, they can be frozen. Whenever he wants to eat them, he can just put them in the pot again and steam them for three minutes.

There is now a large natural refrigerator outside, which is absolutely natural, pollution-free, free and convenient.

Bai Kitchen's voice quickly attracted Chang Yuqiao and Sang Cheng.

Xiao Yuchen himself practiced boxing in the outer courtyard. He was already deeply attracted by this new boxing manual. However, when he saw everyone entering the Bai Kitchen, he gritted his teeth and stopped what he was doing.

Song Tingran was cooking red beans when he saw Xiao Yuchen walking in.

"My wife, I'm here to help."

"go out."

"???"

Xiao Yuchen was originally standing at the door, but now he quickly walked two steps at a time and arrived at Song Tingran's side.

"My wife, I'm late. I'm in the outer courtyard. I should have come earlier."

"No, no, there are enough people here. Just make some bean paste buns. You should go practice boxing. This is very important. If you encounter danger, our whole family will point at you." Song Tingran said seriously. , as if everything has been entrusted.

"Well... I'll burn firewood in just a moment."

In fact, people really couldn't use it, but Xiao Yuchen had already squatted down to burn firewood, and Song Tingran didn't stop him anymore.

Burn firewood. is allowed.

Song Tingran put the lid on the pot, and suddenly the book of self-defense boxing that Chen Xiangyin gave her many years ago appeared in her mind. The book in Xiao Yuchen's hand today looked like two volumes.

As she thought about it, the action of cutting the pumpkin in her hands stopped.

"Oops." The kitchen knife in Song Tingran's hand almost touched his hand.

The husbands all ran over immediately. Song Tingran looked at her fingers and saw that they were fine. She was just dazed, so she was shocked when the kitchen knife touched them.

Sang Cheng quickly took the kitchen knife to the side and said, "My wife, I'll cut the pumpkin. Don't do such dangerous things in the future. There are so many of us."

Wen Li also pulled Song Tingran to sit on the stool next to him, "Fourth brother is right, cutting vegetables is really dangerous. Wife, just sit here and command us."

When Song Tingran stood up, Wen Li gently held his shoulders. He didn't use any force, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if he would cry in the next second.

"Okay, okay, I won't cut the vegetables, you can do it. I will sit here today and instruct you to make the red bean paste buns. If anyone doesn't do it well, I have a whip in my hand, so you won't be polite."

Song Tingran didn't have the so-called whip in her hand, but she pretended that she did, and pretended to swing it.

The husbands immediately resumed their work.

Xiao Yuchen was burning firewood, remembering only the whip, and wondering what to use to make one for Song Tingran.

In front of Chang Yuqiao, Sang Cheng, and Wen Ci, there was a pumpkin each, and they were peeling it carefully.

The more Song Tingran watched, the more she wanted to laugh, "You three are peeling pumpkins like hairdressers."

"What is a hairdresser? A wife." Sang Cheng asked.

"He specializes in making people's hair beautiful."

"Then I know that the husband of the stall selling hairpins is a hairdresser. He even taught me how to wear hairpins."

"It's a bit similar, but the hairdresser will cut your hair and can design it differently according to your face shape."

Sang Cheng immediately covered his head, "This can't be done, it's hard to raise."

Chang Yuqiao: "My wife, do some people really let others cut their hair? If they cut it, wouldn't they be unable to comb their hair nicely?"

The husbands all cast curious glances. Anyone who had their hair cut here would have to become a monk.

"Yes, you can also cut your hair short, right up to your ears. There are even shorter ones, and...weird-shaped ones, and ah, you can also dye them in colorful colors!"

Song was not satisfied after hearing what Ran Guang said, so he stood up and gestured to Chang Yuqiao's ear.

"Master Wife, I don't want to cut my hair." Chang Yuqiao immediately protected her.

"Hahaha, no one wants you to cut it. Your long hair is so beautiful, soft and smooth, and feels comfortable to touch."

The pumpkin in Sang Cheng's hand has already been processed and placed on the steaming rack first.

"I know about colorful hair." Sang Cheng washed his hands in the basin.

"Huh? How did you know?" It was Song Tingran's turn to be curious.

"I just know. You forgot about your wife. You mentioned it when you were telling stories to the children." This made Sang Cheng extremely proud.

Chang Yuqiao and Wen Ci also put the pumpkin in the pot, covered it, and steamed it.

Xiao Yuchen added a handful of firewood to the stove and said, "I remember that there was a princess with long hair. Her hair could be used as a ladder, and it was golden. I don't believe it."

Sang Cheng: "Yes, there is one from the sea, with red hair, the same color as Jinshu's coat."

The husbands recalled one after another, and Song Tingran began to worry a little. How on earth did they tell these fairy tales to the children.

Song Tingran had been idle. She walked to the front table. The two sides had already reconciled. As soon as she stretched out her hand, Wen Li cut it off.

"Master Wife, you promised us to sit there."

"I'm just rolling the dough. It's not dangerous. I can't roll myself in it."

"No, I'll do it. Wife, just sit down."

Song Tingran had no choice but to go back, move the stool, put it next to the noodle table, sit down, and watch Wen Li roll out the dough.

The noodle table is not small, and Wen Ci is making glutinous rice at the same time on the other side.

"This risk factor is smaller than me being stepped on by an ant. Let me try it."

Gentle words and courtesy: "No."

"Then my hands are itchy now and I have to work."

Wen Li looked at his brother Wen Ci, and the two of them were a little shaken. From this look, Song Tingran was really bored.

Sang Cheng walked over slowly and bowed slightly to Song Tingran, very piously.

"My wife, please think of another way. It's really not possible to work."

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