Beautiful Rural Cook Girl

Shuo Ji sat at Yuening's home, looking at the familiar furnishings, and did not go home for a long time to tell his parents about Yuening's invitation to dinner tonight. He really didn't expect that Yuening could become his wife just a little bit. Yuening would not refuse if he said it.

"Damn it! It's got to be the first one by a nobody! " Shuo Ji hit the table with his fist, which was so powerful that he even hammered out a crack on the table.

Just at this time, there was a sound outside the door. He thought it was Yuening and Feng Linghao who had gone and returned. Just as they were about to take up their hatred and unwillingness towards Feng Linghao, their mouths were covered. The man behind him has great strength. As a city guard, he can't get rid of it. He can't even make a sound. He can only be clamped like a lamb to be slaughtered.

Shuo Ji, before losing consciousness, vaguely heard someone talking behind him, more than one voice.

"Is that the man?"

"It should be right. He should be the man of the Zhou Dynasty who the Lord wants to kill!"

"I heard that he had 100000 taels of gold tickets, ha! What a profit

"Well, let's go back to work quickly."

People from the Zhou Dynasty?

What big Zhou Dynasty, he is not!

Shuo continued to want to explain, but his head was dizzy and could not react at all.

It seems that I have thought of something important, but I can't understand the relationship between them.

The ancient sand country is in a desert.

Every night, the wind and sand will roll up, or some cold.

There is a string of camel bells hanging on the shed of the small restaurant, which is Jingdong by the wind. Good Chinese www.haozw8.com

"My guest, our shop is going to close. Do you still have the food?"

The bartender looks at the food on the table with saliva. There are meat and vegetables on the table.

But when the two men ordered, they did not touch each other, as if they were waiting for someone else. They would close the city gate and close their stalls, otherwise the sandstorm would not be able to stop them. If they don't want this table dish, they can wrap it in oil paper and take it home.

Feng Linghao was not in the habit of packing. Yuening, who had just picked up her back and fell asleep, wanted to leave. She suddenly remembered something like, "wrap it up and let me take it away. If you don't, the woman will wake up tomorrow, and she can't tell me how to scold me."

"Eh! Hehe, my guest, I really listen to your wife The bartender was disappointed, but he didn't say much. He honestly found oil paper and wrapped it, especially the chicken. Feng Linghao felt the tears in his eyes as he wrapped the chicken.

When he got home, he put Yuening on the bed to rest, while Feng Linghao came to the narrow kitchen next to him and began to work on it.

If you don't heat up these dishes, they may all turn sour tomorrow morning.

However, he didn't expect that Yuening's family was so poor and had a kitchen. He even had a spider web. He didn't know how long he hadn't used it.

"Dong Dong!" There was a knock on the door.

Yuening muddleheaded, the whole person curled up into a group.

The taste of the new quilt was so good that she felt like she didn't want to get up, so she stretched out her hand and hugged the quilt more tightly. She buried herself in the quilt and didn't want to hear the sound coming from outside.

Oh!

It's noisy. Feng Linghao, a slave, is not competent. Why doesn't he open the door?

Yuening opened her eyes and looked at the dark sky, but it was not dawn yet!

At this time, the door was knocked again, and Shuo Ji's mother's voice came immediately: "Yuening, Yuening? Wake up, my aunt has something to do with you, Yuening! Dong Dong