Peasant Woman’s Decreed Life as a Wife

  Chapter 1292 Aunt laughs

   Tang Rou didn't feel at ease, but was even more afraid. This man is too deep-minded, so does the other party know everything she has done?

  Tang Rou's breathing was stagnant, but she tried her best to raise a smile on her face: "Master, I'm not angry, it's up to you, I can live a good life."

   "I'm relieved if you think so." Zheng Guogong patted the back of her hand: "This is a medicine for removing scars. Don't worry about leaving scars. Just tell your wife what you need, and the family will arrange it."

   "Thank you, sir."

  Tang Rou walked out of the study room, her back was already wet with sweat, and when she returned to the backyard, she directly ordered her servants to fetch water for her to take a bath.

  Her fingers tightly pinched the medicine bottle, her face was a bit ugly pale.

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   After Chu Heng came out of the yamen as usual, he went to a restaurant to buy a roast duck.

   Before returning to the mansion, Fu Ming stopped him.

   In a quarter of an hour.

  He returned to the house.

   "Master, Madam is in the backyard and hasn't gone out." The servant in the mansion whispered back.

  Chu Heng nodded, and handed the roast duck to Lu Chuan, asking him to send it to the kitchen and serve it later.

   Backyard.

  Ye Muyu was enjoying the shade, and Ziluo was beside him. When Chu Heng came in, he saw the two mother and daughter choosing fabrics, and there were a few small clothes beside them.

   "Father." Ziluo got up and greeted with a smile.

  Chu Heng raised his hand and patted her head: "Don't you have class today?"

   "I told my master that I want to come over and show my mother the little clothes I made for my younger brother. Dad, do you want to see it?" Ziluo smiled at the corner of her mouth, and gently lifted up the little clothes and handed them to Chu Heng.

  Although it meant asking, but looking at her actions, it was obvious that she had expected Chu Heng's answer, otherwise it would not have been so natural.

  Chu Heng really took the little coat, took a look at it, and praised after a while: "Not bad, it's well done, the stitches are fine, and it won't be uncomfortable for children to wear."

   "Father, do you also watch needlework?" Chu Ziluo asked calmly, a little curious.

  Chu Heng raised his eyes subconsciously to look at his wife, and saw Ye Muyu happily choosing fabrics, not caring about the conversation between the two at all. He smiled and nodded: "Well, I usually listened to what you said."

   "Father, which one do you think mother will like?" Chu Ziluo asked with a smile, also looking forward to it.

   "Your mother will like it." Chu Heng thought that A Yu himself was not good at needlework. Since he made one or two pieces for him in the village, he would always ask his embroiderer to do it.

  Comfortable is comfortable, but I always feel that something is missing.

  Especially, every time a colleague talks about the clothes made by his wife at home, he is rarely envious.

"Father, how do you know?" Seeing her father's affirmative tone, Chu Ziluo was really curious, subconsciously glanced at her mother, and realized that she had said a stupid thing: "That's right, as long as it is made by me, mother will like it." .”

  Seeing that she had found a reason by herself, Chu Heng naturally wouldn't expose his wife's true thoughts.

   "Ayu, I bought roast duck for you tonight, do you want to eat it?" Chu Heng glanced at her big belly, stepped forward and calmly gathered all the fabrics and put them aside.

Chu Ziluo was the most careful. Seeing this scene, she also said softly: "Mother, we haven't eaten roast duck for a long time. It is bought from a restaurant. It must taste good. We will choose the fabric tomorrow. Anyway, there is no hurry, brother." My sister won't come out for two months."

  Chu Heng glanced at his daughter approvingly.

  Chu Ziluo smiled even more happily, and she knew that her father would be too tired if she cared about her mother.

  (end of this chapter)