Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

The two gray cows were moved to the yard of the new house. They both had a special place to rest and lived in a separate cowshed.

Unlike the simple thatched huts where the buffaloes lived in the village, the two noble masters lived in solid brick houses.

Song Jingwen and Xie Feng squatted on the side alone, the cow trembling in fright, pacing up and down hesitantly, trying to escape from the encirclement.

"Why haven't you gotten used to it yet?" Song Jingwen smacked his lips, and touched the udder of the cow's abdomen as usual, and all the thick and whitish liquid slapped on the bottom of the bucket.

Xie Feng was holding the wooden bucket on the opposite side, in case the cow suddenly kicked up and kicked over the squeezed fresh milk.

It's not that he doesn't want to take over Song Jingwen's work, but that his technique makes the cow can't help poking at him.

Obviously his movements are also very light. This cow is really watching people order and picking soft bullies.

Xie Feng poked the drooping flesh of the cow, held it upside down in his hand, and judged, "It's gone, it's all squeezed out."

Song Jingwen just stood up from the stool, stretched his waist lazily, and looked at the wooden bucket in Xie Feng's arms, "It should be enough, how much butter have you saved?"

Xie Feng made a gesture, stretching his thumb and index finger to draw a range, "About this much, there are only two bowls in total."

Song Jingwen took the barrel from his hand and led him into the kitchen.

Song Jingwen made Xie Feng a cup of milk tea with the freshly squeezed milk, using the tea filtered out from Lapsang Souchong black tea, "Is it sweet? If it's not sweet enough, add some honey."

The sweet and refreshing aroma of tea leaves dances firmly on the tip of the tongue, mixed with a faint milk aroma, and a pure and soft breath comes out of the nostrils.

Xie Feng stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked it a little. The bright red tongue disturbed the surface of the waveless water. He took a sip as if aftertaste. He obviously liked the smell very much. His eyes widened and he said in surprise, "The tea leaves are still good. Eat like this."

Xie Feng was happy to share his happy mood with Song Jingwen. He put the cup to Song Jingwen's lips, and looked at him expectantly, "Take a sip too, but it's too sweet, and it kind of covers up the fragrance of the tea."

Song Jingwen raised his eyes, turned Xie Feng's hand casually, glanced at the tea stain left by Xie Feng before, and put his lips on it schemingly.

This kind of indirect kiss is more embarrassing than face-to-face biting, Xie Feng blushed when Song Jingwen teased him.Eyes widened, he retracted his hand angrily, and continued to lick the milk tea intentionally or unintentionally.

Song Jingwen laughed, and then began to comment unhurriedly, "I'm really flustered, and then I have to make a small measuring cup, so as not to save the clerk in 'Shisan' from putting too much sugar, causing the customers to eat it and break their teeth. Oh no."

Xie Feng drank the milk tea in the cup in one gulp, "They will be happy if they are given too much sugar. Sugar and tea are not cheap."

Song Jingwen pinched the tip of Xie Feng's nose, and fed him another piece of cookie, "Is this sweet or salty?"

Xie Feng slapped Song Jingwen's hand away, wriggling his mouth, like a hamster storing food, foolishly taking everything Song Jingwen gave him.

The soft and glutinous taste that melts in the mouth is paired with the newly blended milk green. The taste of green tea is more astringent than black tea.

Xie Feng was still holding a bear-shaped cookie in his hand, he licked his mouth, "It's salty, you must have put too much salt."

There was still a plate of steaming cookies freshly baked on the table, Song Jingwen had to grab the one in Xie Feng's hand, cut the little bear in half abruptly, squinted his eyes and boasted, "This one is sweet, It tastes just right."

Xie Feng was stunned for a moment, then he looked at the half bear biscuit in his hand, it was beyond recognition, no matter how ugly it looked, he stuffed the half biscuit into Song Jingwen's mouth in disgust.

"This is delicious, soft and easy to digest. Give some to your grandma." Xie Feng narrowed his eyes, rubbed his stomach with satisfaction, and looked at the biscuits on the table with great reluctance.

Song Jingwen wrapped his arms around his neck from behind, grinding his earbone between his teeth unhappily, "It will be your grandma soon, why are you so shy?"

Xie Feng put his elbow against Song Jingwen's lower abdomen, and gave it a gentle hammer, "My brother said, be reserved."

Song Jingwen curled his lips in disdain, "He's just an old-fashioned old man. You can see that he's just pretending to be a gentleman in front of you just by looking at the ruffian looks of the two men under him."

It's really unbearable to talk about, and the most important thing is to avoid being caught on the spot.At this moment, Xie Zhe stood outside the kitchen with a gloomy expression, and the two soldiers coughed happily.

Song Jingwen's ears twitched, and he turned around swiftly, without the slightest embarrassment of being knocked out, and smiled shyly, "Oh, uncle, why did you come here?"

Xie Zhe snorted, staring straight at Song Jingwen's arm as if he had installed a radar, and nodded, "Hand down."

In the next second, he turned his head and smiled warmly at Xie Feng, "Feng'er, go back with brother. We will get married in two days, so don't meet Song Jingwen in these few days."

Song Jingwen restrained his movements reluctantly, and hooked Xie Feng's finger through his sleeve, his expression was like a wronged little daughter-in-law, and she looked at Xie Feng resentfully, "My brother is really unreasonable, I don't have a daughter-in-law and I still have to stop him!" leading others to a happy life.”

Xie Feng kicked him lightly, and happily stood beside Xie Zhe. The two brothers looked five points alike, but Song Jingwen's eyes were firmly locked on the younger brother's body, and he couldn't pull it away. .

Xie Zhe was amused by the shamelessness, and laughed and scolded, "I think your skin is tight. Your mouth is really broken. I have to find a chance to throw you into the barracks to practice."

Ji Yun giggled, leaned against the door frame and sucked his nose vigorously, poked his head on the stove with a curious face, and joked, "Brother Song, why don't you invite us to sit down, you don't even give us tea, it's too stingy A bit."

Zhou Sheng also laughed, walked in carelessly, unceremoniously twisted a piece of biscuit and stuffed it into his mouth, mouthful of fragrance, "Sweet! Your skills are amazing."

"Boss, what are you worried about? You don't need your younger brother to cook. Isn't this husband good?" Ji Yun poured himself a cup of milk tea unwilling to be outdone, and added honey to himself very politely, "This thing It's a little delicious."

The expression on Xie Zhe's face almost didn't tense. The whole gang, he went up and knocked his brains out, "It's quite familiar, have you asked Song Jingwen's opinion?"

Ji Yun immediately rubbed against Song Jingwen's side with a shameless face, and asked meanly, "Do you want to eat?"

Song Jingwen was still focused on talking to Xie Feng, but couldn't hear what these people were saying, so Ji Yun shouted hastily, "He agreed, he acquiesced."

Zhou Sheng tasted both milk green and milk tea, and watched the boss tilt his head and poured him a cup of milk green with less sugar, and delivered it to him like a dog, "Boss, this is more bitter than yours." It’s much better to drink a few dark ones.”

Xie Zhe didn't take it seriously, "My black beans are still delicious, so this one is also good."

Song Jingwen watched his uncle refill one cup after another with duplicity, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he bit his ear with Xie Feng, "Don't my brother like sweets?"

Xie Feng nodded, and brought a plate of baked salty cookies to Xie Zhe. Of course, Song Jingwen didn't have any objections. Naturally, this kind of food tastes better when it is fresh.

After eating and drinking, Xie Zhe's posture was exactly the same as that of Xie Feng, slumped on the chair, sipping milk green in small sips.

When leaving, Ji Yunyang asked Xie Zhe to ask Song Jingwen for some cookies to serve as snacks, and Song Jingwen consciously packed two bags without saying a word.

"Just come here, I'll put water on you on the day you come to welcome the bride." Ji Yun winked at Song Jingwen secretly, but Xie Zhe didn't look at him, did he really think he was blind?

However, this kid can only trust one-third of his words, if he can really release water, he will not be a soldier under him.

Xie Zhe knew this well, and still smiled immorally in his heart, sighed and shook his head.

The next day, Song Jingwen handed over the making of milk tea and green milk to Ximenji, the apparent boss of "Shisan", and it was time for "Shisan" to release some new products.

He is sitting in the box of "Shisan" at the moment, tapping his fingers on the table, "I leave the pudding recipe to you, these things will be learned sooner or later, so I only ask you to do your best." Just stick to the prescription for a month. I have my own plans later, you...you should think about how to improve the formula and make it special when you are free."

Song Jingwen didn't intend to spend too much time in the small dessert shop, and he hired someone to help him share things.If he did everything himself, wouldn't he be exhausted to death?

Ximenji frowned and thought about it, and wrote down these things, "Who can I ask for the gelatin tablets to get the goods from Shipo Village? I have someone available here. I don't know what you think."

Song Jingwen waved his hand, "You can figure it out. Since I leave it to you, don't be afraid to make up your mind. You have to bear the risk if something goes wrong, so weigh it yourself."

Ximenji had no objection, and arranged the matter that Song Jingwen explained in a strict manner. The newly opened wooden signboard of "Shisan" has cookies, milk tea, milk greens and puddings, with introductions of various flavors.

The wedding day is approaching, but the two couples are free.

Song Jingwen's side is left to Mrs. Song to arrange, "For the banquet, set up seven or eight tables in the new house, and keep it for spare."

Both Granny Song and Zhao Lanhua helped Song Jingwen Zhang Luo, but Hu Xiu was severely locked up at home by Granny Song, and said that if there was any further disturbance, her family would take him back.

Wrinkles of joy crawled up Mrs. Song's cheeks. She is full of joy wherever she goes now, and she generously set up tables in the front and back yards of her house, "The tables over there must be for distinguished guests. This side of the house is used to entertain the villagers. Anyway, it is not far away, so as not to bump into the distinguished guests."

Song Jingwen touched his head with a silly smile, and joked with the old lady Song affectionately, "The magistrate will come too, but he will definitely go to the new house, so you don't need to worry about him. He will definitely run over when he sees Young Master Che , at most it’s just a formality.”

Song Jingwen counted the replies received in his hand, and felt that seven or eight tables seemed to be much prepared.Sure enough, most of the people who came here after hearing the news were former partners, and he had seen the names of these people on the list given by Cha Jinwu.

After the wedding banquet, an auction was arranged, and the things to be auctioned were kept secret by Song Jingwen. He is best at creating a sense of mystery.

Therefore, he had to make preparations in advance, lest people come but have no seat to sit and make jokes.

The author has something to say: there will be another update later, it will be a little late