Palm sweet wife: deeply beloved by mysterious husband

"This kind of grass grows in the mountains and can be used when it is fresh. After picking it for more than ten minutes, it will produce toxins," Zhan Yunting said. "Moreover, there are several toxic herbs that look like chicken stumbling blocks. If they are careless, they will be confused. They are safe in business and dare not use them casually."

Ming Youyin listened with interest: "can't artificial planting?"

Zhan Yunting shook his head: "it doesn't live."

"Oh," Ming Youyin nodded, "I see. If I like to eat, we should do it several times in the future, otherwise we won't be able to eat when we go back."

She has a problem. She not only likes delicious food, but also hates to eat it every day.

There is a saying that eating delicacies will be annoying.

She eats enough when she meets something she likes to eat, resulting in less and less things she likes to eat now.

Now she can continue to like it. She has to eat once in a while. There is only hot pot left. She doesn't even like steak she used to like.

If you don't even have an appetite for rice, it's not as good as eating steamed bread.

Ming Youyin thinks it's good.

Otherwise, with her greedy strength, she always wants to eat, but how can she get it?

Some nearby are OK. If they are far away, they want to eat but can't eat. How painful is it?

What do you like to eat? It's better to eat enough at one breath and never think about it again in the future!

"Good!" Zhan Yunting chuckled, "many deep mountains have this kind of chicken stumbling block. I can take you whenever you like to eat."

"Good!" Ming Youyin smiled at him sweetly.

Looking at her sweet and bright smile, Zhan Yunting's smile expanded and couldn't help rubbing the back of her head.

The aroma is getting stronger and stronger.

With the eager expectation of Ming Youyin, the flower chicken is finally ripe.

Zhan Yunting takes the chicken out and cleans it up. He tears one chicken leg and hands it to Ming Youyin, who then tears the other chicken leg and hands it to him.

They looked at each other and smiled, with infinite sweetness in their eyes.

At sunset, they sat on the hillside, watching the sunset blowing the evening wind and eating chicken legs.

Ming Youyin smiled as she ate. "It seems like some bad scenery to chew chicken legs at such a beautiful scenery."

Zhan Yunting smiled, "food is the most important thing for the people."

"That's true," Ming Youyin said. "Since ancient times, the first thing people have to satisfy is their stomach. Only when they are full can they think about other things."

Zhan Yunting nodded, "yes."

Ming Youyin looks at him with her head tilted. She turns her eyes around his handsome face and compact figure and winks at him, "warm and think of sex bath..."

Looking at her eyes like a drama, Zhan Yunting couldn't cry or laugh. He rubbed the back of her head, "don't want to get up tomorrow, right?"

Ming Youyin buried her face on his shoulder and smiled, "brother Zhan, you're bad at learning and can speak meat jokes!"

Zhan Yunting couldn't help looking at her. "Didn't he learn from you?"

"Where?" Mingyouyin looks up at him and refuses to admit it.

Zhan Yunting rubbed her head. "Good, eat first. It's not delicious when it's cold."

"Uh huh," Ming Youyin ate the meat, tilted her head and smiled at Zhan Yunting: "brother Zhan, beautiful and delicious! I'm not so anxious to eat when I'm with you. If I'm with others, I'll eat more and talk less! When I'm with you, I can't help but want to talk to you... Brother Zhan, you won't dislike my nagging? "

"No," Zhan Yunting looked at her, and her beautiful eyes made mingyouyin reluctant to blink: "I like you talking to me very much."

He doesn't like talking, but he likes the way mingyouyin chatters and talks endlessly in front of him.

Her voice is pleasant to hear, like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate in poetry. It is pleasant to hear and sweet with some honey.

Especially when you are coquettish, it is soft and waxy. It feels like a feather scratching on the tip of your heart, crisp and itchy.

He has long noticed that mingyouyin's voice will be particularly soft only when he speaks to him. Like cotton candy, his eyes are bright and charming, with strong love, dependence and trust.

Every time she looked at him like that, he felt that he was the most important person in her life and that she was his responsibility. He couldn't help being better and better to her and let her be the happiest person in the world.

"That's good!" Ming Youyin kissed him and said happily, "I don't know what's wrong. When I'm with you, I like to talk and talk. I want to tell you everything. It's too strange."

"It's no surprise," Zhan Yunting rubbed her head and smiled. "We are the closest people in the world. It's normal for you to talk to me. I talk most in front of you every day."

When he was with Ming Youyin, Ming Youyin did talk more and he said less, but outside, he was more silent.

If circumstances permit, he can remain silent all day.

He has no social phobia, but he also has no desire to actively want to communicate with others.

He enjoys the silence brought by silence. He feels that speaking takes effort and silence is gold.

Only when he is with Ming Youyin can he have the desire to communicate.

He listens carefully to every word that Ming Youyin says. He will seriously respond to every question that Ming Youyin puts forward. When he needs to answer, he will be careful and detailed, and he will no longer feel that it takes effort to speak more.

Love can really change a person a lot.

Two people ate the whole chicken, and another ate a cucumber brought out of the yard. Ming Youyin was satisfied with it.

She patted her stomach and sighed, "it's so happy!"

Zhan Yunting rubbed her head funny and took her into his arms.

Ming Youyin snuggles up in his arms. They snuggle up quietly and watch the sunset fall in the West and the jade rabbit rise in the East.

The wind is getting louder and louder, insects and birds chirp, streams sing, the world is vast, there is no traffic, there is no noise, only him and her snuggling quietly.

After a long time, Ming Youyin chuckled and said, "brother Zhan, can you sit with me until dawn without talking?"

Her head nodded and smiled.

Indeed.

He felt that it was good for two people to sit quietly. His heart was full of unspeakable silence and satisfaction.

Ming Youyin is lying in his arms and can't laugh.

Having laughed enough, she hooked Zhan Yunting's neck and kissed his lips.

Zhan Yunting soon turned away from the guest, and the war became more and more intense. Ming Youyin was pressed to the ground by Zhan Yunting.

Just a moment later, Zhan Yunting turned over with his arm. He cushioned under and let Ming Youyin lie on his body.

Mingyouyin lies on his body and smiles at him. Her dark eyes are bright, like black grapes soaked in ice water. They are so beautiful that people can't open their eyes.

Zhan Yunting kissed him gently.