Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 642 Caring Little Padded Jacket?I think you're a fucking little quilted padded jacket that leaks air, which is more or less the same!

Nan Song blinked: "Ah, that's it, thank you husband."

The voice is soft, cute and sweet, and the tone of her speech is quite different from her usual tone.

Shen Du lowered his head and kissed Nan Song's soft cheek again: "Well, it's good that you know that I work hard. However, it is my bounden duty to work hard for you."

Nan Song was stunned for a moment, and then pondered his words again in his heart.

After thinking about it, Nan Song's smile suddenly became sly.

"really?"

Shen Du was so absorbed in being gentle at the moment, so naturally he didn't notice the change in her expression, as if he had been bewitched.

Her lips were still lingering on her cheeks, and even her eyes were a little blurred.

"Really, of course it is."

Don't forget to answer questions while kissing.

The more Nan Song watched it, the more he found it funny, so he suppressed his smile and said, "Oh? Really? Then I want to eat snail noodles today."

Shen Du's movements of kissing her stopped suddenly, as if he had been pressed on an acupuncture point.

Two seconds later, he slowly raised his head, his arms supported the bed and hung over Nan Song, watching her silently.

"???"

Nan Song was not in a hurry, and waited patiently for his answer.

Shen Du's lips moved, hesitant to speak, and finally choked out a sentence——

"Wife, is it not good to eat shit while pregnant?"

".???"

Although Nan Song didn't say a word, Shen Du already felt a strong murderous look in her eyes.

As if predicting what would happen in the next second, Shen Du freed a hand to cover a certain part of his body without hesitation.

This time, Nan Song couldn't understand even more: "?"

"I'm afraid you'll attack me suddenly." Shen Du read the blankness in her eyes, and answered thoughtfully.

"."

Nan Song looked at him: "Don't worry, this is related to my sexual life for the rest of my life, I won't hurt you casually."

The cold feeling under his crotch disappeared instantly, and Shen Du was relieved.

"But you just said that I eat shit, how will this account be settled?"

Shen Du looked sincere: "I'll buy you a few more new bags, and I beg you not to eat shit."

"The bag is not very useful, I want to eat."

"Don't eat it."

Nan Song didn't speak, just looked at him quietly, always feeling that there seemed to be something wrong with the back and forth conversations.

Three seconds later, he finally came to his senses, and cursed silently in his heart: Shit.

"I don't want to eat shit, what I want to eat is snail noodles!!!"

She is so witty, how could she be led astray by the dog man?It must be because I just woke up and my mind is still not clear.

Shen Du was particularly not afraid of death today, and continued to insist stubbornly: "In my perception, snail powder is about—"

"If you dare to finish this sentence, you can eat with me."

When Nan Song said these words slowly, Shen Du shut his mouth very wisely.

The fear of being dominated by "Little Luoli Snail Fan" that night a long time ago is vivid in my memory, and it can be called a nightmare.

"Okay, I won't talk anymore, you eat."

"Well, that's right."

Immediately, Shen Du thought of something again, and a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart.

"But there doesn't seem to be any snail noodle shops around here, my wife. You can only look at the takeaway, but as far as I know, since there are no restaurants for dine-in, there is probably no takeaway. It seems that you can only go back to Yuncheng eat again."

When Shen Du said this, his tone and expression were very calm, with a rather regretful look.

But no one knew how happy he was.

I can't wait to compose the words in my heart at this moment into a song and sing it——

"You can't eat it, you can't eat it, you can't eat it"

Shen Du continued to be bitchy: "But you don't have to feel disappointed. When you return to Yuncheng after recording the show after a while, I will definitely take you to that little snail next to No. [-] Middle School to eat snail noodles."

Saying this with your mouth, OS in your heart: talking is a matter of talking up and down, and I will not take you to eat when the time comes, just a little bit.

Nan Song leaned on the head of the bed, looking at Shen Du leisurely.

"Oh, it's okay. You don't have to wait until you go back to Yuncheng. When I left home to pack my things, I stuffed two bags of snail powder in the suitcase and brought them here."

Shen Du: "."

If you want to ask what it feels like to have a collapsed world view, it is how he feels now.

His lips moved, trying to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

Seeing his uncomfortable expression as if he had eaten a fly, Nan Song had already guessed Shen Du's mental activities clearly.

"Oh, what's the matter? This is it? Husband, why is your face twitching? Are you feeling unwell?"

Nan Song leaned closer to Shen Du, holding his cheeks with both hands, speaking in a more bitch tone than he had just now.

Shen Du forced himself to show an awkward yet polite smile, and could only make things up for himself foolishly.

"Haha, it's okay, I'm fine."

Nan Song's eyes widened: "Oh? Are you really all right?

Shen Du now just wants to save his face: "It's really fine."

"Okay, then go and cook snail noodles for me."

Shen Du was stunned: "Now? It's morning, you eat snail noodles for breakfast? Is it too heavy?"

Nan Song pursed her lips and thought about it.

"Tsk, it seems to be the same. Let's eat it at noon. Remember to cook it for me then. Remember to put some small green vegetables in it. It's best to have pea tips, which are available in the small vegetable garden over there. Thank you husband."

Shen Du's smile was a bit bitter haha, but it's impossible not to smile.

"Haha, okay, okay."

"If you want to eat, you can also cook a bag for yourself. I brought two bags." Nan Song felt that he was very considerate.

"No, no, no!"

Every cell in Shen Du's body was rejecting.

Thinking of eating snail noodles at noon, Nan Song was in a particularly happy mood. Looking at the man in front of him, he felt much more pleasing to the eye.

"Okay, up to you."

After speaking, he climbed up the pole again: "How is it? Do you think I look like a sweet little padded jacket?"

Shen Du was forced to have no choice but to open his eyes and talk nonsense.

"Well, like, very like."

What I thought in my heart was: I think you are a fucking little padded jacket.
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In the kitchen at [-] o'clock in the noon, the charming (smelly) smell of snail powder is permeating.

In the small white single-handled ceramic pot, steam was bubbling.

According to Nan Song's explanation, the pea tips and sour bamboo shoots are put in the last step, because she likes to eat these two things with a crisper texture.

Before the sour bamboo shoots were put into the pot, Shen Du went to the coffee table and pulled a piece of toilet paper to plug his nose, and then started to put the sour bamboo shoots.

In Nan Song's words, sour bamboo shoots are the soul of snail noodles, but in his opinion, sour bamboo shoots are the most excessive things in the world, none of them.

After putting it into the pot, Shen Du evened out the ingredients with chopsticks.

At the same time there was a knock on the door, Shen Du put down his chopsticks and walked over to open the door.

(End of this chapter)