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

The rough guy promised well yesterday, but he still ran out to buy it today.

She looked outside and said, "Mr.

"Wake up." The man came in with big steps, put some clothes on her, and kissed her with bright eyes.

Jiang Miao tied her clothes and the clothes fit just right, thanks to him touching them for so long last night.

"Ms. sir, I'm in charge of the money in the house." She pinched her man's face and pretended to be mean.

The man grinned slightly and said, "The money is all in the closet. Wife, I don't hide money."

He would smile innocently, and Jiang Miao pinched his cheeks happily.

"The clothes are nice." She curled her eyes. After buying all the clothes, she couldn't scold her own man.

Cheng Huai hugged her out of bed, lowered his head and touched her forehead, "I'll make some more money to buy for my wife."

"It's enough to wear. If you buy more, it will be a waste." She doesn't have much need for clothes, just being warm and comfortable.

The rough man didn't say anything else. He took her to the kitchen and sat down to warm the fire. He took a bowl to fill her buns with a bowl of tofu pudding still warm in the pot.

"Have Uncle Lin and Aunt Liu started doing business?" Jiang Miao asked after tasting the familiar smell of steamed buns.

Sitting down on the edge, Cheng Huai bent down, grabbed the tongs and started digging in the stove, "It's open today, there's some business."

"Business will slowly pick up."

Jiang Miao was eating meat buns when she saw him take out two sweet potatoes from the stove, rub them in his hands, then wash his hands and peel them.

"My wife, eat it quickly. If there's not enough for me to bake it again." The man's dark eyes were shining brightly.

Jiang Miao lowered her head and took two bites, then patted the ashes on his sleeves and said, "I ate so much in the morning, I'm going to be full."

"I'll take my wife for a walk later."

After Jiang Miao finished eating, the man went to wash the dishes, then removed the firewood from the stove and helped her go to the main room.

The seeds soaked yesterday have sprouted and will go bad if not planted.

Yu Ying was beating a wooden stick on the edge to seal the gaps in the fence. Cheng Huai picked up a hoe and planned to go inside and clear a few ridges of land.

It was raining heavily outside and there was only one coir raincoat in the house. Jiang Miao got up and handed the straw hat to the rough man. He rolled up his sleeves and muttered: "Mr., please wear the straw hat and take a rest when you are busy. It is not good to be exposed to the rain all the time." .”

"Yeah." He responded calmly, bending down and lifting up his trouser legs.

The strong wheat-colored calves are exposed, and the steps are steady and powerful.

Jiang Miao walked in the house for a while, and when she heard Dabao and Xiaobao getting up, she went to call them.

Dabao and Xiaobao now wear their own clothes. It is more convenient to wear less clothes. If there are too many clothes, they will look crooked when put on them.

"Mom, my hand is missing." Dabao shook his head and looked around for his sleeves, his face full of confusion.

Jiang Miao smiled and pulled up her sleeve, grabbed his hand and took it out, "The sleeve is gone, but the hand is still there."

Dabao laughed sheepishly, and he and Xiaobao slid out of bed and ran towards the kitchen.

After getting used to it in the new house, I can run even more efficiently than before.

After watching them finish breakfast, Jiang Miao took them to the main room to play, grabbed a handful of vegetable leaves on the side and threw them into the thatched house.

I sat sewing for a while and saw that the rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the people working could not be seen clearly.

She quickly scooped up two bowls of hot water and shouted to the back: "Mom, husband, wait until the rain subsides before you start working again."

"Okay, don't worry." came Yu Ying's smiling voice, and then came back with a handful of weeds.

Jiang Miao handed over the water, "Mom, drink some to warm yourself up and go inside to change clothes."

After saying that, the woman looked anxiously into the backyard. When she saw the figure of the rough man walking over with a hoe, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Ms. sir, you don't even respond to my calls." Jiang Miao wiped the water from his neck with a handkerchief and quickly asked him to drink hot water.

Cheng Huai pursed his lips and said, "Yes, the rain is loud."

The man stood aside, twisted his sleeves and trouser legs, "Daughter-in-law, I'm wet, don't touch me."

"Go and change your clothes. There's a lot of mud on them." Jiang Miao went to get clothes from the house. When she saw him entering the house, she went to close the door.

As Cheng Huai took off his clothes, Jiang Miao stood beside him and wiped the water off his body. "Fortunately, there is no water in our backyard, otherwise the mud would not be retained."

"I'll make some ginger soup later to ward off the cold."

The woman's eyes were full of concern and nervousness. Cheng Huai tied up his clothes, bent down and carried her to sit on the bed, lowered his head and kissed her.

With a touch of warmth on his forehead, Jiang Miao touched his face and said warmly: "I won't hoe the ground in the morning. Come with me to the kitchen to cook."

"What does your wife want to eat?" He asked quickly, carried his wife out, and then pulled her slowly toward the kitchen.

"I made an agreement with my second boss to make some food, but my family was busy moving things yesterday and forgot about it."

Hearing what she said, Cheng Huai also remembered. He helped her sit up, squatted down and started to light the fire. "My wife, teach me. I'll go there in the afternoon."

It's not easy to take Jiang Miao out now in the rain. Fortunately, I can learn it quickly, and I can show it to them when the time comes.

Jiang Miao thought about making a rice dumpling, which could be sweet, salty or spicy. After all, the tastes of the customers were different.

There was some rice left from yesterday, just enough to roll it out and mix it with flour.

The hard work was done by her own men, while she adjusted the salt and chili powder while explaining how to make each flavor.

His daughter-in-law had many ideas, so Cheng Huai listened attentively.

Roll out the dough and flatten it, then get a bamboo skewer to divide it into pieces.

Then put the crispy rice in the oil pan and fry until golden brown, take it out and coat it with chili powder.

The man went back and forth to make different flavors twice. Jiang Miao picked up the ginger, onion and garlic on the side and washed them, then put them on the sticky board and cut them, then scooped two large bowls of water and boiled them together.

The aroma of fried rice dumplings filled the kitchen, and Dabao and Xiaobao didn't know when they ran outside the kitchen to poke their heads in.

"Mom, Dabao smells the fragrance!"

"Yeah, little baby wants to eat."

Jiang Miao looked at them with a smile, "It will be done soon."

"Daughter-in-law, have a try." After the rice cooker was no longer hot, Cheng Huai picked something sweet for her to eat.

The craftsmanship of his own man is always inexplicably convincing. Jiang Miao tasted it, her eyes slightly curved, "It's delicious and fragrant, my husband will give it to the baby."

When the ginger soup was ready, Cheng Huai took the bowl in her hand to ladle it out, and said in a deep voice: "My wife, take the rice cakes to eat. I will bring the ginger soup over later."

"Okay, sir, bring it here to drink." Thinking that the rough man didn't like drinking this, Jiang Miao turned around and said.

Cheng Huai frowned and whispered "Yeah".

"What smells so good?" Yu Ying, who was sitting by the side and weaving a basket, couldn't help but ask.

Jiang Miao brought the rice dumplings in the small round basket over and said with a soft smile, "Mom, I fried the rice dumplings with last night's leftover rice."

"Milk, it's delicious." Dabao ate the sweet and spicy food, drooling as he talked.

Xiaobao smacked his lips and ate with relish.

Yu Ying grabbed a small handful to eat and muttered: "The leftover rice can also be fried and eaten. Why does it taste so good?"