After marrying the rough man Orion, the little peasant girl was spoiled

Chapter 212 My husband, what a big rat
Cheng Huai was silent for a while, then lowered his head to her forehead, and said in a low voice, "Okay."

"It's time to cook, let me go down, and you help me make a fire." Jiang Miao held his face in both hands and pinched it. There was no flesh, but he was happy.

Cheng Huai bent down to put the man down, turned around and went to the side to collect firewood.

Jiang Miao washed the cabbage and chili, and chopped the ginger and garlic. Cheng Huai bought the meat at noon, so he could make fried pork with chili.

After the fire was lit, Cheng Huai came over to help cut the meat, and went outside to sharpen the knife on the slate.

Jiang Miao fried the cabbage first, but felt that the vegetables were not enough, so she made another egg soup.

As soon as she got the bowl ready, she heard rustling noises in the woodpile beside her. She looked sideways and saw a mouse as big as a hand crawling towards her feet.

She was stunned for a moment, then threw the spatula and ran out, yelling in fright: "Sanggong! Xianggong!"

"What's the matter?" Cheng Huai rushed over with a knife, saw Jiang Miao running towards him, threw the knife to catch her, and suddenly wrapped his arms around her.

Jiang Miao put her arms around his neck and kicked her feet up, "Mice, Mr., what a big mouse!"

A mouse was so frightened that Cheng Huai pursed his lower lip and let out a muffled laugh.

"Go and see, the pot is still on the stove." Jiang Miao glared at him a little annoyed, and emphasized, "It's really big!" She had never seen such a big one.

Cheng Huai pursed his lips and suppressed a smile, "Okay, I'll go and have a look, don't be afraid."

"Don't get bitten." Jiang Miao said worriedly, looking left and right, "Find something good to hit."

Seeing that her face was pale and her eyes were moist, she must have been frightened, so Cheng Huai hugged her and went to him, "I'll call you after the beating."

After speaking, take the shovel on the side and go to the back.

Jiang Miao sat on the stool for a while, feeling cowardly and wanting to see it, so she took the broom beside her and went to the back door to look around.

Big Treasure and Little Treasure ran over and grabbed Jiang Miao's hand, "Mom, what's up?"

"Your father is playing a big rat." Jiang Miao pulled them back.

Dabao and Xiaobao immediately stood obediently and did not go over, stretching their necks to look.

There were a few bangs in the kitchen, and Cheng Huai came out with a shovel of dead mice, and then threw them against the outer wall of the yard.

"Killed to death." Cheng Huai put the shovel aside, picked up the knife on the ground to wash, turned to look at Jiang Miao, "Are you still afraid?"

"I'm not afraid." Jiang Miao walked slowly towards the kitchen room, and waited for Cheng Huai to come over before going in boldly.

Cheng Huai smiled helplessly in a low voice, and finished cutting up the rest of the meat.

Dabao and Xiaobao saw that the big mouse was beaten to death, so they hurried to tell Yu Ying.

After eating at noon, Yu Ying seemed to be in a much better mood. Hearing that Jiang Miao wanted to make sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, she ran to the village to collect sweet-scented osmanthus without taking a break.

Big Treasure and Little Treasure needed to be watched, so Jiang Miao led them to sleep in this room.

Cheng Huai looked sullenly at the two brats, reluctantly took off their coats and pants, and stuffed them under the quilt.

Seeing the man's deflated look, Jiang Miao couldn't laugh or cry, and pinched his waist secretly, "Don't sulk, you look fierce."

"Last time, we agreed to sleep with them." Cheng Huai closed the door, lay in the middle by himself, and put his arms around Jiang Miao beside him.

"Father, Dabao can hear you."

"Little Treasure hasn't slept yet." The two cubs hummed.

They are grown up now and know what adults say.

Jiang Miao quickly reached out to grab their little hands, and coaxed through the rough guy: "Don't listen to your father, he really wants to take you to sleep."

The fragrant and soft daughter-in-law was in his arms, but he was coaxing two bastards.

Cheng Huai pursed his lower lip, pinched her waist lightly, and rubbed her fingers.

Jiang Miao glared at him, and retracted her hand to stop him.

The two babies soon fell asleep, Cheng Huai became more courageous, lowered his head and bit her red lips, breathing slightly anxiously.

"Don't make trouble, go to sleep."

"Ah."

He covered the two babies with the quilt behind his back, and then fell asleep with Jiang Miao in his arms.

Fortunately, it's cold. If it's hot, I'm afraid I'll sweat if I hold her like this.

After taking a nap at noon, Yu Ying also came back after harvesting the sweet-scented osmanthus. She collected less than half a catty and some chestnuts.

Jiang Miao and Yu Ying went to the kitchen to make cakes, Dabao and Xiaobao played outside by themselves, and Cheng Huai went to work on the mountain.

In the afternoon, Jiang Si came over as usual, and Jiang Miao took a look at the homework assigned by their master, and wrote each of the three big characters learned ten times.

Before Cheng Huai came back, she moved out a stool and asked him to copy it first, while Dabao and Xiaobao leaned over to watch carefully.

There was still light outside, so Jiang Miao went to get a needle and thread to embroider.

"Mother, little uncle made a typo." Xiao Bao obediently ran over and said.

Jiang Si turned his head, "I'm not mistaken, the master taught it like this."

Xiao Bao shook his head seriously, "No, no, little uncle."

Dabao didn't like to watch them write, so he didn't say a word, and ran after the black dog.

Jiang Miao smiled and stretched out her hand, "Show me."

Jiang Si immediately came over with the paper, "Sister, this is how the master taught me!"

A "gong" character was written in dirt. Jiang Miao found the first character and pointed, "Look carefully, is it different from the master's writing?"

"Daughter-in-law." The tall and strong man came back with a hoe and a pigeon in the other hand.

Jiang Miao looked up at him, eyes slightly curved, "I'm back, thirsty or not, I'll get you some water to drink."

"Okay." Cheng Huai put the hoe aside, bent down and lifted the two babies.

Jiang Si looked at him expectantly, Cheng Huai hesitated, walked over and threw him into the sky as well.

"Brother-in-law is so kind." Jiang Si grinned, his face full of joy.

Cheng Huai touched his head, looked at the words on the side, "I made a mistake, please write again."

"Oh." Jiang Si went to write honestly.

Cheng Huai grabbed the pigeon and went to the back.

Seeing him coming, Jiang Miao handed him water, "Sit down and rest for a while."

"Stew pigeon soup tomorrow."

Jiang Miao grabbed it, and the pigeon was still warm, "What the hell, you didn't bring a bow or arrow."

"It was beaten with stones." After drinking the water, he went to wash his hands before coming to hold Jiang Miao. "Dove soup nourishes the body."

"You don't need to hit him specially, I'm in good health now." Jiang Miao grabbed his hand and scratched it, thought for a while, then went to the kitchen to get pastries, "Try it, Mr. and I, the sweet-scented osmanthus flavor made by my mother and I."

Cheng Huai opened his mouth and took a bite, then ate it in a few mouthfuls.

Jiang Miao rolled her eyes, a rough man would eat fast if it suits his appetite.

After dinner in the evening, Wang Dagui came over and said that he wanted to buy the pigeons that Cheng Huai shot in the afternoon. His wife Zhao Taohua was two months pregnant and wanted to make pigeon soup for nourishment.

Cheng Huai didn't answer, so Wang Dagui had no choice but to ask Jiang Miao and Yu Ying to ask for more money.

Yu Ying thought about it and quickly agreed without asking for more money.

Last year, the village gained a few acres of land, and it will be distributed to the village after a while. If there is more favor, then the village chief will be able to talk.

That place is close to the river, which is better than carrying water up the mountain every day.

(End of this chapter)