Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

The air-conditioning is constantly coming out of the tub, and if others see it, they would like to roll around on the ice.The hotter the season, the more valuable the ice, how can it be made like this!

In addition to the ice cellars used by officials, there are also commercial ice cellars among the people. Ordinary people can obtain ice through trading, but the price is relatively high. Most ordinary people are reluctant to use some well water to wipe themselves.

Song Jingwen's ears moved, pretending not to notice Xie Feng standing behind him, and concentrating on modifying the ice shaving tool in his hand.

Xie Feng chuckled secretly, grabbed a small piece of ice from the tub with his bare hands, and put it lightly on Song Jingwen's cheek, and narrowed his eyes with a smile, like a cat that has done something bad, "I'll cool you down."

Song Jingwen reached out to take the ice cubes in his hand, and said in a good-tempered manner, "To add to the chaos, go to the cabinet to see what you like to eat, bring it over and put it on the snowflake ice. Raisins or lychees, go peel some yourself."

Xie Feng Diandian took out a plate of fruits from the cabinet, intending for Song Jingwen to eat one after another, "Can figs be placed on a plate?"

"As long as you don't think it's too red, dye this snowflake ice." Song Jingwen noticed that he was still holding a small crock pot in his hand. "The pot is too sweet, so don't put it away. Then put the milk flavor It’s all covered, and you can put a few coconuts in.”

Xie Feng groaned, dissatisfied, "Just a few? That bowl of ice is pretty big."

The implication is that there are so many ices, how can you search for the toppings!

Song Jingwen took out the ice from the bowl, and quickly started shaving the ice crumbs. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and said, "My stomach hurts after eating so much, I still have my share here."

It was not even served with ice.

Xie Feng pouted and hesitated for a moment, then nodded obediently, and said in a compromise, "Okay."

Song Jingwen could hear a sense of grievance in his tone, unable to move his hand, he could only tilt his head and kiss him, "I'll eat something else for you, you open the box on the right."

Xie Feng moved his fingers, as if surprised by these two kinds of food that he had never seen before, pointing to the big one inside and asked, "Is this to be eaten directly, or should I peel it?"

Song Jingwen teased him, "Just take a bite and you'll know."

Xie Feng really took a bite of the watermelon rind, and solemnly expressed the taste of the watermelon, "It's astringent, and it smells like grass."

Song Jingwen wanted to tease him again, but the ice in his hand was already melting, so he handed Xie Feng a spoon, "Eat first, there's no rush, I'll put it in the ice water to soak it up , eat it as supper at night."

Xie Feng reluctantly shifted his gaze to the snowflake ice in front of him. It was really a small hill made of accumulated snow, and the texture of debris made this bowl of snowflake ice extraordinarily beautiful.A small spoonful of red beans is poured on the tip, and fruits are regularly placed around it.

Xie Feng circled the snowflake ice cherishedly, unable to do anything.

Song Jingwen took his hand unexpectedly and inserted the spoon into the snowflake ice, causing the snow mountain to collapse.He immediately took two steps back, and blew a kiss to Xie Feng, "Little ancestor, if you don't eat it, it will melt, it's easy to do."

Xie Feng was angry and loving, stuffed a big mouthful of snowflake ice into his mouth, let out a contented breath, and said generously, "Forgive you."

Song Jingwen returned to Xie Feng with his bowl of snowflake ice in his arms, and dug his spoon into the bottom of the ice with a smile, "There is a layer of taro balls and black pearls underneath."

Xie Feng took two bites to savor it, then swayed his calf leisurely, and asked curiously, "What is that red box?"

Song Jingwen took a sip of the ice-melted sugar water, took out one of the red fruits, washed it in the water, put it in Xie Feng's bowl, lifted his chin, "Eat it."

Xie Fengduo and Song Jingwen's words were carried out without any doubt, but in view of the astringent mouth of the watermelon just now, he couldn't help but cautiously took a bite of the red fruit in his hand, froze, and happily stuffed the remaining half into it. Song Jingwen sighed, "It's so sweet!"

Song Jingwen put his arms around Xie Feng's waist and kissed him politely, then pushed the half strawberry back completely.

He had long wanted to bring strawberry, a sweet fruit, to Xie Feng's eyes. Every time he smelled the scent of soap on Xie Feng's body, Song Jingwen would always think of the sweet and pleasing strawberry, which unconsciously exudes a seductive fragrance. aroma.

Xie Feng is as sweet as strawberries!It is fragrant!

Xie Feng was curious about where these two things came from, Song Jingwen said, "The watermelon was brought back from Rich Country, and the strawberries were exchanged from Ruoji."

Xie Feng opened his mouth slightly, feeling a little sorry for the strawberries he ate. Basically, he can order something, but the price is not the slightest bit too expensive. He said inappropriately, "Watermelons are delicious, but strawberries are not."

Song Jingwen patted Xie Feng's butt, and said with a smile, "Our family is not short of money."

Xie Feng muttered, "I'm still in debt."

Song Jingwen waved at Xie Feng, and said in a low voice, "There are a lot of strawberry seeds, so it's a good deal. We can plant them ourselves, and sell them when the strawberries are ripe. Wouldn't they come back if the price was higher?"

Suddenly, Xie Feng drank the sugar water in the bowl, wiped his mouth clean, "Just plant it in the yard, the yard to the east is still empty, so why not grow vegetables and fruits over there."

Song Jingwen brought the man back, and said with a smile, "We'll wait until you unload the goods. Do you want to eat strawberries?"

Xie Feng stared at the strawberry dangling in front of his eyes, his heart fluttered, but he couldn't resist the temptation to lick it, "... eat."

Strawberries are not a cold food, so Song Jingwen didn't limit the amount of strawberries, and picked up a plate of big and red ones for Xie Feng as snacks.

The business of the "Liberty" restaurant is really good, Song Jingwen bought the shop next door without hesitation, and opened up the two places.Another batch of iron pots was ordered from blacksmith Zhang, which doubled the size of the restaurant that was slightly crowded.

However, the hot summer has made many people want to quit, and there are hot pots and barbecue plates.If the door of the restaurant is open, it is not too hot, but if it is closed, it is really suffocating.

As a result, some customers were lost.

Yan Wei reported the situation to Song Jingwen in time, and Song Jingwen waved his hand, not taking it seriously at all, and only asked Yan Wei to visit Song Zhai after the shop was open, and bring a few more employees.

Yan Wei was puzzled but didn't say anything. Following Song Jingwen's instructions, he took four shop assistants and went to Song's house after opening the door.

However, moving so many ice cubes out of Boss Song's house all at once caused his expression to crack, he hesitated to speak, and couldn't hold back.

Song Jingwen smiled, "You have to walk quickly, and you must tell the guests that these ice cubes are for keeping cool and cannot be eaten. If anyone does not listen to the advice and causes harm, he will be responsible at his own risk."

Yan Wei sorted out his expressions, and wrote "Don't eat ice cubes at your own risk" on a piece of paper, and posted a total of twelve sheets.

Someone was eating barbecue, and suddenly felt a chill at his feet, and secretly lifted the cloth on the basin, his eyes almost popped out, "My mother, daughter-in-law, look, ice cubes!"

The woman was also surprised, and stretched out her hand to touch it, "It's cool! I'll come here to eat tomorrow, and I can enjoy the coolness and eat different meals. The owner of this restaurant is really rich!"

There were exclamations one after another in the restaurant, causing people outside to poke their heads in.

I thought it would be a burst of heat, but it turned out to be so cool!

The ice cubes in the restaurant are changed twice a day.Carry once before noon and once in the middle of the night.The melted water was bottled and sent back to the Song residence as it was.

The returned water was piled up in the yard next door, and Song Jingwen couldn't help but miss the days when Song Zichen was here. In this way, the work of re-obtaining saltpeter from evaporation and crystallization would be able to drive him to do it.

There's no need for him to work hard here!

Song Jingwen finally finished packing up the work over there, planning whether to trick Song Zichen into Beijing, anyway, he has a lot of yards here, so it doesn't matter if he lives in one more.

It's just that Song Jingwen squinted his eyes. Song Zichen is probably at home raising the man he picked up halfway, and he doesn't know if he succeeded in conquering it.It doesn't seem feasible to ask him to travel far away. This guy has been poisoned by the storybook, and he has completely become a love brain who is keen on romanticism.

He, the master of emotion, was not around, and Song Zichen specified that he couldn't take it down, so Song Jingwen was still humming triumphantly.

Listening to the movement, Xie Feng slowed down the assembly speed in his hand, for fear that Song Jingwen would stop him from continuing to study the fan because of a cut in his hand.

He raised his head, shook a finished product in his hand, and proudly said, "Repeatedly pulling the rope can make the fan inside spin up, and a frame is made outside to avoid hurting your hands when the fan blades spin up."

Song Jingwen took the palm-sized fan in his hand, which looked like a cracked rattle. He praised Xie Feng's expression seeking praise, and praised him according to the other party's wishes, "There is no electricity, so let's make it a manual one. My little ancestor too Smart and thoughtful. Well, the details are impeccable."

It was him who asked Song Jingwen to praise him, and he was the one who was ashamed.Xie Fenghong tugged on Song Jingwen's cuff with the tips of his ears, and said firmly, "You can't favoritism, you have to make a fair judgment."

Song Jingwen sighed half-truthfully, scratched Xie Feng's head like a dog, pointed to the outside and said, "See, those who disagree with what I just said have all been knocked out by me. Throw it in the corner."

Xie Feng was happy, and picked up a topic with interest and said, "Can this fan be used in restaurants?"

"Could it be that the buddy is waiting by the side to pull the fan?" Song Jingwen pulled the rope on the top to blow the wind for a while, and wearing long sleeves in summer is simply terrible.He complained in his heart, took Xie Feng's idea, and smiled maliciously, "Is it comfortable to wear big pants at night?"

Xie Feng blurted out, "Comfortable."

With a "buzz", the whole face was fully cooked, and the rich red color was about to drip out through the thin and fair skin.

He is still thinking about how to use the fan in the restaurant to reduce the consumption of ice.Naturally, what he said was thoughtless, and it was difficult for him to take it back.

Song Jingwen strikes while the iron is hot, "We don't pay attention to it at home, anyway, no outsiders come to our yard."

He paused, as if considering Xie Feng's ability to bear it, "Should we..."

"No." Xie Feng vetoed it, turned his head and ran away with his stomach in his hands.

Song Jingwen chased after him unhurriedly like catching a chick, and threw him on the bed with a cheap smile, "Wear short sleeves, you are wrapped so thickly at home, and it is easy to get out when you are pregnant. Sweat, if you get prickly heat, wouldn't you feel sorry for me to death?"

Xie Feng shyly covered the lapel of his clothes, looked at Song Jingwen vigilantly and shook his head, "No, you will be criticized for wearing so little clothes, the brothers in brothels only wear clothes that don't cover their bodies."

Xie Feng felt aggrieved as he spoke, the crystal drops of water surrounded his eye sockets, and they would fall down if he moved again.

The sensitivity of the pregnant woman was manifested at this time, Song Jingwen hurriedly coaxed, "If you don't wear it, don't wear it, your feet were swollen yesterday and your eyes are swollen from crying today, how can you go out to see your little friends? "

Song Jingwen kindly helped Xie Feng take off his shoes, and rubbed away the edema on his legs caused by pregnancy.

He said it with a high-sounding sound, but at night, he was so exhausted that he lost his strength.

A few days later in the morning, Xie Feng raised his arm in a daze, and put the blouse that didn't reach his elbows on his body.He lifted the quilt and was wearing black knee-length shorts.

He was stunned, and instead of getting angry at the first moment, he lay back and rolled around again.

A rustling sound rang in his ears, Xie Feng stood up impatiently, and when he raised his eyes, he met a pair of black bean-like eyes.

One person and one mouse were silent for a few seconds, and the enemy did not move and I did not move.The fifteen-inch-long mouse arrogantly dragged away a piece of candy from Xie Feng's pillow.

Xie Feng, "..."

Xie Fengju woke up awake, and slapped the opponent with a slap, forcibly knocking him unconscious.

With a bang, it hit the edge of the bed in embarrassment. Xie Feng held the mouse tightly with one hand and covered his forehead with the other.

Angrily and disdainfully, he took a rope and tied the mouse around its neck, "Screaming in front of me? You big rat are still blatantly waving in front of me?"

When Song Jingwen heard the sound of the impact, he didn't care about the move he made to resist and greeted it, and rushed in, "Little ancestor, what's the matter? Did you hit somewhere?"

Xie Feng held the mouse's little paw and greeted Song Jingwen, "Big mouse."

Song Jingwen froze, snatched the mouse from Xie Feng's hand and had to be thrown out, which would be one of the four evils in modern times.

Xie Feng hurriedly stopped him, and snorted, "Don't drop it to death, I came up with a brilliant idea, let the mice be employees. Let them pull the fan!"

Song Jingwen was petrified, looking at the ugly thing in his hand without a word, "This is not a hamster, did Ruoji show you something weird again?"

Xie Feng said vaguely, "It's just some common sense. Rats like to run on wheels. Frogs can also run on wheels, but they are not as keen as rats."

He could see that Song Jingwen didn't like mice, so he stuffed the fainted mouse into the box embarrassingly.He proactively stretched out his hand in front of Song Jingwen, "Wash your hands."

"It's more or less the same," Song Jingwen reluctantly brought the matter over, evoked a smile in a corner where Xie Feng couldn't see, and suppressed it when he turned around, "I'll leave this matter to the carpenter, Don’t touch these unclean things with cubs in your arms. If you really want to touch it, touch the little wolf, its skin is smooth and comfortable to touch. If you raise it yourself, you are not afraid of getting sick.”

The author has something to say: Boss Song’s diary on October 16, 3.23th year of Yuanlong calendar

Mutton skewers were sold on the side of the road, and wool felt was sold in the market.To be honest, if my purse hadn't been stolen, in order to accompany my daughter-in-law to experience life, it would be impossible for me to sell the wool felt poked by my daughter-in-law!That's mine. Although the tiger looks like a sick cat, it doesn't prevent me from killing those buyers with my eyes.Damn...