Don't panic, the prince, the patriarch of fortune, she has space

Chapter 272, My Uncle's Craftsmanship
"Qin Zhi, what are you doing with my book?" Feng Qingluo stood up and stretched out her hand to grab it, but Qin Zhi was taller than her, and she couldn't reach it with her hand raised.

Qin Zhi held the book in one hand, grabbed her little hand with the other and led her into the house.

"Go to sleep!"

"But I can't sleep!" Feng Qingluo acted like a baby.

"I'll sleep with you, dear!"

Feng Qingluo...

Being dragged into the room by Qin Zhi, and then pushed directly onto the bed and covered with a quilt, Feng Qingluo didn't want to talk anymore, thinking that she would get up and read a book later.

In the end, Qin Zhi really wanted to sleep with her, so he lay down directly on the outside.

"Hey, Qin Zhi, the two of us are lying together in broad daylight, what if someone comes in?"

Qin Zhi looked puzzled, "We are husband and wife, is there any problem lying together?"

Feng Qingluo's face was a little hot, "The problem is that it's daytime!"

"No one stipulates that husband and wife cannot sleep together during the day, anyway, we don't do anything, don't be afraid."

Feng Qingluo...

Qin Zhi had gone to the fields to do a lot of work, and when he came back, his hands and feet were washed clean, but he still had a muddy smell on his body, which could be smelled, but it wasn't unpleasant.

The fragrance of the soil mixed with the unique masculinity of Qin Zhi's body, it smelled a bit abrupt at first, but soon Feng Qingluo got used to it, and even a little greedy for this unique breath of Qin Zhi.

"Go to sleep! I'll take you out for a walk when you wake up, and just leave the field to Han Yan and the others."

"Ah."

Feng Qingluo must be happy to go out, the security of this place is too bad, if no one protects her, it's too dangerous for a woman to go out alone.

Of course, she has space, and self-preservation is still possible.

It's just that she doesn't want to expose this cheating artifact unless it is absolutely necessary.

Feng Qingluo opened her eyes and began to imagine where to go and what to do after going out.Qin Zhi looked back at her, and said in a low voice, "Hey, close your eyes!"

Then Feng Qingluo closed her eyes obediently, anyway, she closed her eyes and thought it would be the same.

In the end, he really fell asleep after thinking about it, and fell asleep for two hours.

When she woke up, Qin Zhi was busy in the kitchen, not only cooked the lunch for the people who opened up the fields, but also cooked a small pot of porridge for Feng Qingluo alone.

The porridge made from the milky white fish soup, when it is about to come out of the pot, put a little chopped green vegetables and sprinkle with chopped green onions, it looks very appetizing.

"Wow, it smells so good!" Feng Qingluo looked at the porridge with sparkling eyes.

Qin Zhi handed her a wooden spoon, and said dotingly, "Eat it while it's hot, it will be fishy after a while."

"Thank you, Qin Zhi!" Feng Qingluo took the spoon and sat down, the smile on her face never diminished.

She knew that Qin Zhi didn't like cooking, but every time she was unwell or too busy, he would take the initiative to cook and even cook for her.

For example, today, everyone ate white rice with fried vegetables, and she was the only one who ate fish porridge.

Of course, at this time, Feng Qingluo will never be hypocritical and refuse to eat, she is obviously very happy and enjoys the special care of the person she likes, why would she say something good to share with everyone against her will?
Feng Qingluo drank a bowl of porridge happily, and felt that the whole body was comfortable, the body was comfortable, and the stomach was also comfortable.

Poor Han Yan and the others worked all morning to wait for the lunch to be ready, but when they came back and saw that there was only a pot of stir-fried vegetables on the table, they were dumbfounded.

"Shouldn't this be the cooking skill of the Feng patriarch?" Qin Qi circled around the green vegetables.

Qin Liu's mature analysis, "Could it be because the Feng patriarch didn't sleep well last night and affected his cooking skills?"

"..."

A few people gathered around a pot of green vegetables to discuss, when you and I were talking fiercely, Yan Yi said coolly: "It looks like my uncle's handicraft!"

In an instant, the faces of Qin Qi and the others were so wonderful that they could open a dyeing workshop!

(End of this chapter)