So desolate: often pitted by a black-bellied husband

"Professor Wang is the 'magic chef'" Pei Yifeng had already finished eating, and leaned on the chair to admire Lu Anyi's appearance of eating. Colonel Pei had finished eating and went to the backyard to do farm work, and Aunt Qiong was busy cleaning the house.

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When Lu Anyi heard Pei Yifeng say that Professor Wang is a master chef, she couldn't hold back, and sprayed out a mouthful of dumplings that she had just chewed, "Ahem!"

She patted her chest and stared at Pei Yifeng in disbelief, "Professor Wang is a chef? Then I guess I can be ranked as a chef!"

Pei Yifeng calmly poured a cup of warm water for Lu Anyi, put it in front of her, and asked, "Professor Wang can cook noodles, can you?" [

"I'm going home to study today!"

"I'll make it for supper in the future!" After she finished speaking, she continued to eat the dumplings with her head down.

One morning, Pei Yifeng's cell phone kept ringing, urging him to go back to something. After breakfast, Aunt Qiong packed the packaged scented tea and some fresh vegetables in a plastic bag, and asked Pei Yifeng to take it to the car in advance.

"An Yi, I often come with Yi Feng when I have nothing to do!" Aunt Qiong held Lu Anyi's hand with a reluctant look.

Pei Yifeng stood next to Lu Anyi, looking at Aunt Qiong, "Let grandpa do the farm work if he likes it. You are not in good health, so don't do it!"

Aunt Qiong said with relief, "Don't worry Yifeng, I will do housework now, and Colonel Pei won't let me do farm work for him."

"Aunt Qiong, I will miss you, your dumplings, and your cooking!"

"All right, let's go!" Aunt Joan waved to them.

On the way back, Lu Anyi didn't fall asleep, she was very excited, "Yifeng, when we get old, we will find a place to grow vegetables and eat the vegetables we grow ourselves!"

Pei Yifeng shook his head and said, "I guess there is no harvest!"

Lu Anyi curiously wrote "Why?"

Pei Yifeng "You scooped everything up!"

Lu Anyi "It's not all your fault for not reminding me!"

The car entered the urban area of ​​City A, Pei Yifeng sent Lu Anyi to the school, and then drove to the studio without staying.

Two weeks or so after returning from the suburbs, the weather gradually turned cold, and he changed from short-sleeved to long-sleeved. Pei Yifeng's work became more and more busy, and sometimes he didn't go home until midnight.

Lu Anyi had to wait for him to come back every day. Pei Yifeng was busy with work, and she was busy with study. Every day, she would lie on the sofa and read a book, and then fell asleep. When she woke up the next day, she must have been lying on the bed.

"Yifeng, are you still busy this weekend?"

"Ok!"

"Oh!"[

After breakfast, Lu Anyi sent Pei Yifeng out, feeling bored, and planned to call Liu Xizi and the others to come and play at home.

She just picked up the phone and the doorbell rang. She jumped off the sofa and opened the door barefoot. After opening the door, she was dumb. It turned out to be her wicked mother-in-law. She hated herself for not looking through the peephole just now, so she could pretend gone.

Now that things have come to an end, she can only greet her politely. She imitated the respect Korean daughter-in-laws have for her mother-in-law, and bent slightly, "Hello, mother-in-law!"

Prosecutor Yuan is still wearing a black professional attire. You are wearing a white shirt and three-inch high heels. You are full of arrogance. Without taking off your shoes, you went straight to the sofa and sat down, looking around.

Lu Anyi was busy making tea for Prosecutor Yuan, but found that there was no tea at home. Would it be insignificant not to put tea?

So she had no choice but to take out the scented tea she brought back from Aunt Qiong's last time from the storage compartment, sprinkled a few pieces and put it in the teacup.