80 military doctor's little wife

"That little girl..." he said to himself.

"It's very transparent, but it's so sensitive?"

And on the herb, there are some drops of water, which are illuminated by the window. Under the light, there are beautiful shadows.

With a drop of water, the leaves are bent, and then gently roll down, a room of medicine fragrance.

Tang Yuxin is a quiet child. Since her head was hit, she doesn't like to go out too much. However, she is much more sensible, of course, because Xin Zi has been replaced. Although she is still her, she is 33 years old.

At this time, she sat in front of the stove, picking up firewood and throwing it into the stove.

At first, when she did these things, she scared Tang Zhinian into a cold sweat. But later, she found that Tang Yuxin had the talent to burn fire. And he told his younger brother about it with pride, which made Tang Yuxin cover his face with shame and indignation, even shameless.

She's thirty-three, not three. She's not that stupid, OK?

After that, Tang Zhinian was not afraid to let his daughter come to the kitchen. He used to be afraid that his child would hurt himself by using a knife or something else. However, Tang Yuxin never went to the chopping board. She just sat in front of the stove and could add firewood or pull the bellows. Tang Yuxin had not seen the bellows for many years, This time, everywhere I went, there were antiques, bellows, spinning wheel, and other things. Now in the eyes of the villagers, these things are ordinary things, but when I came to her, they all became rare goods.

And these things, in a few decades later, are really no longer visible, even if you can see, it may only be in the TV.

With her help, Tang Zhinian's cooking speed is faster. At least, Tang Zhinian doesn't have to be in a hurry. He also has to pay attention to the fire and rice. Sometimes when the fire goes out, he has to make a new fire.

He put a bowl of broken dough in front of Tang Yuxin, and then shaved her face, eat it.

Tang Yuxin took his spoon and ate one mouthful at a time without being fed. He really made Tang Zhinian, a father, feel a little lost. He really had the feeling that his family had a girl growing up. Although his little Yuxin was only three years old.

But now it's time to walk, to talk, and not to be fed.

When he snored and looked at his daughter, he saw that Tang Yuxin ate slowly, but spoon by spoon, instead of feeding on his nose or face, he didn't sprinkle the rice on the table.

As soon as she raised her face and said that she was full, she heard a loud noise coming from outside, almost like ghosts coming into the village and locusts passing through.

Tang Zhinian quickly put down the bowl, people also follow to stand up.

"Ma..." he called.

"Well," the middle-aged woman who came in lifted her chin and showed her two big nostrils. Her nose was also full of black heads. She wore a new brown red cotton padded jacket and trousers. She also wore a pair of black shoes which were very popular recently.

She sat down and looked at Tang Zhinian's eyes, which were always critical and disdainful.

She doesn't look up to Chen Zhinian. There's no need to question that.