Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 13 The Cook and the Farmer (2)
Song Wanzhi froze for a moment, then nodded, "Okay."

She watched him standing there, doing things that most men would never do.There is a saying that "a gentleman stays away from the kitchen", but when he thinks of this person spending so many years alone in the mountains, he still has such a peaceful state of mind, but feels that all the words in this world should not be applied to him.

Song Wanzhi stepped forward and asked, "Do you need my help?"

Su Mengchen said: "How about cooking radishes later?"

Song Wanzhi nodded.

Seeing him there, she went to wash the radishes, and the two of them went about their business in silence.

One boiled the millet into the pot, and the other cut the radish into small slices, silently but surprisingly harmoniously.

And half an hour later, things were ready.

After serving the table, Su Mengchen took a bowl of thick porridge from a bamboo bowl and handed it to Song Wanzhi: "There is no bowl in the mountains, so I used this instead."

Song Wanzhi picked it up and thanked her. She lowered her head and took a sip. It was piping hot but unexpectedly fragrant.

All the delicacies in this world seem to be nothing compared to the bowl of white porridge in my hand at this moment.

Just as Song Wanzhi was about to speak, she saw the little fox jumping onto the table and sitting there with its short legs hugging its big tail and its big eyes flickering at them.

Song Wanzhi looked at his porridge and asked, "Do you want to eat?"

The little fox's eyes lit up immediately, and when he opened his mouth, the hala came out.

Its master's peerless martial arts is used to cook a bowl of porridge, which is a treat that the emperor and his elders can't enjoy. It has never eaten it, woohoo.

Song Wanzhi smiled lightly. From Su Mengchen's eyes, under a lamplight, the girl's face was like jade. With a light smile, she was beautiful and bright.

She turned her head and put her bowl in front of the little fox.

When she turned her head sideways, her slender neck was like the neck of a swan, with a jade-like luster, but also like rose ointment, with a light scrape, fat jade could be scraped out.

There was a glint in his eyes.

It's just that Song Wanzhi didn't see it. If she had seen it, she would know that a simple farmer would never have such realistic eyes, and in this world, there is no other person with such eyes.

The little fox stared at the bowl of porridge with bright eyes, then jumped to the bamboo bowl with cheers, and then just put his two short legs on it, and was about to lower his head to eat, but was lightly tapped by a finger.

Move, move hard, hey, why can't I eat it?
Gululu raised his eyes, only to see his master looking at it indifferently.

"Too many." Su Mengchen said.

The little fox looked at him pitifully, and finally turned his head to look at Song Wanzhi, but saw that this beautiful girl didn't seem to be begging him at all, and knew that his master was absolutely right, so he let out a "wow", Aggrieved, she shrank into the corner, lying there sleepily, wagging her big tail, covering her eyes, trying to keep out of sight and out of mind.

Song Wanzhi couldn't help but said, "This little fox is really cute."

Su Mengchen said: "It's just a bit spiritual."

Song Wanzhi asked again: "Do you have a name?"

Su Mengchen looked at her slender and white fingers resting on the table, and couldn't help thinking of the delicate orchid flower under the cliff that day, lowered her eyes, and said, "Yes."

Song Wanzhi turned to look at him: "What?"

Su Mengchen paused, looked out the window, and said, "Xiaobai."

(End of this chapter)