Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

"How old are the two distant nephews of your daughter-in-law? Did you say you were married? Is there anyone you like?"

The old village head hugged the pheasant, and smiled close to Su Hu's ear: "If you are not engaged, you can ask your wife for Dashan, how is his girl?"

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In order to hide their identities, Gai Feng and Ji Yu used the disguise technique to change their appearance, pretending to be Li Xiu'e's distant nephew.

Li Xiu'e was only thirty-four years old, and the two called themselves nephews, so they must not be too old, so the face of Yirong was made a little tender, and they pretended to be seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys.

In fact, the two royal masters are nearly thirty years old, and they are not a few years younger than Li Xiu'e.

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The villagers in Woniu Village didn't know what was going on, seeing that the two men were tall and straight, with good looks, and they were also good at hunting in the mountains. Those who have daughters at home became more active.

The old village chief was no exception, he wanted to pave the way for his own granddaughter and took the opportunity to inquire about news.

Gaifeng and Jiyu have practiced martial arts all year round, with profound internal strength and sharp eyes and ears.

Although the old village head kept his voice extremely low, he whispered in Su Hu's ear, but the two of them heard nothing.

The eyelids of the two masters trembled at the same time, and the corners of their mouths twitched involuntarily.

The granddaughter of the old village head is Dashan's eldest daughter, only thirteen years old.

The two of them had formed the habit of guarding the Empress for many years, and had already checked the family conditions of the thirteen households in Woniu Village one by one.

The old village head's family who lives next door knows everything and understands everything thoroughly.

Hearing that the old village chief intended to propose marriage to his eldest granddaughter, the two of them felt their scalps tingle, and they both hurried away with their prey on their backs in a bit of embarrassment.

It's not that the two of them are hypocritical, the thirteen-year-old girl is not full of wolf-heartedness, so she really can't do it.

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Back at Su's house, Haifeng felt his smooth skin and complained vigorously.

"You say you, what's wrong with Yi Rongcheng, if you insist on Yi Rongcheng as a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, that's all right now, I'm going to trouble you..."

"Can you blame me? Your Highness is too young to pretend to be an adult. Do you dare to pretend to be an elder and let His Highness call you uncle?"

Ji Yu replied indifferently, asking aggressively.

Haifeng pretended to cough twice and closed his mouth.

He dare not.

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Li Xiu'e prepared dinner, waited for her family members to come back one after another, and greeted everyone to have dinner in the living room with a smile.

The family is getting more and more crowded, and the kang in the main room cannot be crowded.

Su Hu deliberately tidied up a room, imitating the furnishing of a rich family, bought brand new tables and chairs, and used it as a living room for entertaining guests. When there are many people in the family, a big round table is set up in the living room for meals.

Su Zixuan came home from school on time, and when he heard his mother's voice, he ran to the kitchen to help serve the meals and arrange the dishes.

Wang Meng helped Su Hu unload the baskets, collected the prey he had hunted, washed his hands, and leaned over to help.

"smell good!"

Su Zixuan took the earthen pot that Li Xiu'e handed over, took a deep breath through his nose, and asked with a smile, "What did you stew? It smells so good."

"Pigeon soup."

Li Xiu'e's eyebrows and eyes were gentle: "It's for Xuan'er's body, hold it carefully, don't burn your hands."

"oh."

Hearing that it was specially stewed for the little prince, Su Zixuan's delicate eyebrows and eyes showed a bit of dignity, he restrained his smile, and carefully walked towards the living room with the earthen pot.

"Tsk tsk, it smells so good!"

Wang Meng washed his hands, walked over smelling the scent, pouted his nose hard, and looked at the earthen pot enviously: "The soup stewed by mother is getting more and more fragrant."

"No, for the sake of the little prince, our mother used all eighteen skills." Su Zixuan teased with a smile while holding the earthen pot.