There is a handsome man in the rough family

"You eat too."

Tang Xiaofu's ears were red, and he also picked up a piece for the other party with his serving chopsticks.

Rabbit meat is very tough, Li's craftsmanship is good, thick oily red sauce, braised in soy sauce is just right.

A fat rabbit looks big, and a big family is only a few yuan per person.

The whole family was extremely satisfied with what they ate. In the village, even for a wealthy family like the Tang family, eating meat twice a month was extremely rare.

The next day when Muxiu, the eldest son of the Tang Dynasty, comes back, Mrs. Li is anxious to make clothes for her youngest son.

Naturally, Tang Xiaofu was responsible for washing the dishes.

Zhao Xiangbei rolled up his sleeves and was helping out. Looking at his walking posture, his legs were much better than before.

"How about the leg injury, can you take medicine?"

"There are many medicines and gold, and I am much better now."

The rough man smiled innocently, washing the dishes and chopsticks swiftly.

Tang Xiaofu glanced at his calf, took advantage of the bowl and chopsticks in the room, smuggled a little spiritual spring water from the space, and mixed it with boiled water.

"Continue to take the medicine, but it's good to get rid of the root of the disease. Drink some water and rest."

The rough man nodded, took the bowl, drank it clean, and looked at Tang Xiaofu with big dark eyes.

"I put a trap in Xishan, this meeting should go to see if there is any prey."

Tang Xiaofu looked at his legs worriedly: "Are you okay? Otherwise, I will take another day off."

Zhao Xiangbei turned his left leg, with a smile in his black eyes: "It's okay, I'll go back as soon as I go."

Tang Xiaofu nodded, told him to be careful, and watched the rough man go up the mountain with a kitchen knife in his waist, carrying a rope.

Everyone in the village relies on the mountains to live on the mountains. Zhao Xiangbei's skills are still learned from the old hunters in the village, so he is safe and sound.

The water bowl left by the man has a bottom left.

Tang Xiaofu rolled his eyes and poured some well water, ready to go to the backyard to try the effect of watering the vegetables.

Turning around the corner of the backyard, I heard the boss inside talking to Boss Tang again.

"Yulong, look at me. I'm about to give birth. There's a small room at Fugeer's side. It's empty now. Why don't you open the door in a different direction and make a room for the child in the future."

Boss Tang disagreed and said, "No, it belongs to Brother Fu."

Wang Yi's voice was choked with sobs: "Humph, why are you biased? You don't care for your son. Whose elder brother is not a married person, and the water that was thrown is only Fu's elder brother Jingui."

"Okay, okay, isn't there a space reserved for the children behind our house, why don't we go with the second brother this year, and when the spring planting is over, I'll go and build it with my dad."

"Hmph, you are the boss of the family, and the job in the county, the monthly bill is three and a half, and half of it is handed over to the public school. What's the matter with our children's small house?"

"Don't be so aggressive, you didn't agree to cover it before, but now you can cover it if you want to, what else do you want?"

Wang Yi probably heard the displeasure in the elder brother's voice, so she kept silent and just sobbed softly.

Tang Xiaofu rolled his eyes, he is not a forbearing character, and he revenged himself on the spot.

He coughed a few times and walked to the backyard.

Boss Tang looked embarrassed, Wang Yi stood behind him, looked at Tang Xiaofu with some guilt, and said guiltily.

"Fuge, why are you here?"

Tang Xiaofu glanced at the well-growing shallots at the base of the wall, poured the water in the bowl, and looked at his sister-in-law with raised eyebrows.

"Why, I can't come to my own backyard?"

Wang Yi's face turned red, and she clenched her fists tightly.

"I'm just asking, why is Fu Geer speaking so harshly?"

Tang Xiaofu twitched the corners of his mouth with a fake smile: "Probably because I'm not happy to hear someone speak ill of me behind my back."