Spicy Farming Wife:General's Busy In Chasing His wife

Han Xiaoya's children's words made the room quiet.

Su Shitou and Han Xiaoshan, in particular, have turned red.

Seeing her uncle and brother looking at her, Han Xiaoya stopped eating wonton and looked at them suspiciously:

"what's the matter?"

Why are you looking at me?

Su Shitou and Han Xiaoshan lowered their heads at the same time, silently lamenting that it was their fault to protect their nieces (sisters) too well.

Well, my niece (sister) is still young. I can't blame her.

"I'm ready. I'm going to read first."

Su Shitou and Han Xiaoshan get up and go out at the same time.

Han Xiaoya looked at the two people leaving. She blinked in doubt and looked at Su Hongshan:

"Mom, I think the wonton you made is delicious."

The puzzled little sample still seems to be wondering why Su Shitou and Han Xiaoshan say that they are not delicious. It is clear that she and her parents all have delicious food.

Su Hongshan looked at Han Xiaoya's confused sample and shook her head with a smile:

"eat more if you are delicious."

This little girl is really protected by Han Xiaoshan since she was a child. She doesn't have those tortuous thoughts. I don't know if it's a good thing to be so straight.

"Oh."

Han Xiaoya weak should a, decided to wait or go to ask Uncle and brother.

"By the way, mom, it takes a lot of time to make wonton. You don't have to wrap it in the future. Dad eats so much. Mom and dad need to wrap it for a long time."

Before Su Shitou and Han Xiaoshan said it was still obscure, but Han Xiaoya said more directly.

Han Dazhuang's action of eating wonton is frozen and his face is black.

Then he looked at the wonton, and there were still a lot of wontons left. His wife had worked hard for him for half an afternoon, so he could not fail to live up to his wife's hard work.

As a result, he ate faster.

Han Xiaoya looked at bowl after bowl of wonton into Han Dazhuang's stomach. She sighed faintly at a young age and looked at Su Hongshan with heartache and said:

"mother, you are really too hard."

Then, as if he had made a decision, he said seriously, "but don't worry about it. When Xiaoya grows up, she will help her mother raise her father."

Father and Dad eat more and more, and fortunately, the family is richer than before, otherwise it can't really afford it.

Mother is so hard, she must follow her mother to earn money and help her mother raise her father.

Han Dazhuang stops eating wonton again and looks at Han Xiaoya with a black face.

How much does he eat?

Not easy to raise?

He didn't want the food left.

It is clear that the food made by the lady is too delicious.

He didn't eat so much before.

Conscience of heaven and earth, he really can eat no matter how much he eats. He can eat less if he has less, and he can eat more if he has more. It doesn't matter.

If it wasn't for fear of being left over, if it wasn't for the delicious food made by the lady, he...

looking at a large pot of wonton left on the table, Han Dazhuang decided not to leave it. It was getting hotter and hotter, and the rest would be rotten.

"Ah --"

Han Xiaoya sighed: "Mom, Dad, I've eaten well. I'll go to study first."

Finish saying and heartache looked at his mother, also left.

Su Hongshan shook her head helplessly. She looked at the empty bowl beside Han Dazhuang. She was really curious. She was very considerate. She brought a large pot of the latest cooking and put it in front of him.

Han Dazhuang's appetite really seems to be bottomless, so long, Su Hongshan also did not try to find out his limit.

In any case, no matter how much each meal is cooked, he can eat clean and never bring leftovers.

When his family was poor before, he ate a nest or a bowl of noodles, and he never said he was hungry.