After Xie Tingyu brushed his teeth, he took some good medicine before coming to the chaifang for breakfast.

Because steamed and stewed mung bean lily lotus seed soup, the air is filled with a faint fragrance, sweet and appetizing. Xie Tingyu sat down and drank a bowl while it was hot. The lotus seeds were soft and waxy, with a natural sweetness. The mixed lily flavor in the porridge was elegant and fragrant. After drinking, his throat was moist and comfortable, and his lips and teeth were fragrant. .

Xie Tingyu said: "The taste is very good, and the craftsmanship of Shui'er is getting better and better."

Ye Qingshui glanced at him, "I'm going to work." It

rained in early autumn, and the soil was loose and moist, and it was lively. The busy farming period has come again. No matter what work all the members do, they must do the big thing of planting together. After Ye Qingshui had breakfast, he soon went to the fields to plant seedlings.

Xie Tingyu glanced at a piece of pork carefully placed on the stove, and an idea came to his mind.

At noon, when it was time to go home for dinner, Ye Qingshui put down his farm tools and prepared to go home to cook.

She wiped off her sweat, and her throat was so tired that she smoked.

Suddenly at this time, there was a sound of surprise around him.

"Shuiya, look, is your man here to bring you food!" Zhou Tingting pulled Ye Qingshui's sleeve and told her in surprise.

"Er, you are a mother, it's really Xie Zhiqing." A girl said.

There is rarely a chance to see Xie Tingyu give people water and food. This kind of man is about the same as others treat him well. If he is kind to others, it will be enough to make people enviable.

Northern men are very machismo. Some women in the village who have married male educated youths have no way to think that their husbands know how cold they are and how hot they are. Women work outside and have to wait on men and do housework when they come back.

"I haven't seen

him for so long, Xie Zhiqing is still so neat." That's not the case. I thought that a married man would be a little bit rough, especially this kind of convalescent at home. But Xie Tingyu looked refreshed, even his beard was cleanly shaved, and he was as tall and straight as a little white poplar.

"Shui Ya, I can eat a few more mouthfuls of rice with this person all day long." An aunt joked with a smile.

The person is tall, dressed in a neat and stylish dress, and has deep and handsome eyebrows. Before they got married, the unmarried girls in the village were all thumping when they saw him. He looks better than the male protagonist in the movie, and his family has a wealth of money. If you have money and beauty, you don't want to talk about it. This alone makes Ye Qingshui very envious of others.

"Xie Zhiqing is really nice, I heard that you are still recuperating?" a girl asked Ye Qingshui.

Ye Qingshui raised his head, also wondering.

He is not at home and stays well, what does he run out to do?

Xie Tingyu touched Wen Wen's lunch box, with a trace of easiness on his handsome face. He said:

"Get hungry, eat quickly."

He handed the lunch box to Ye Qingshui.

"Did you make it?" Ye Qingshui opened the lunch box and saw that there was a very simple vegetable stir-fry inside. There are slices of meat, it is definitely not made by A Niang.

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