The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

Although I envy some ethnic minority girls, I can form a family with different men every year and have children before I decide to "marry" the man who takes care of her best

But looking at Guli's face of bringing disaster to the country and the people, Jiang qianxia is balanced again. You can't have both fish and bear's paw. Many men can't compete with Meicheng Guli.

"What do you know, little boy? If you can marry him, I'm the envy of countless Kyoto girls!"

The young man looked at Guli and poison scholar, and thought it was so.

Jiang qianxia's heartfelt words made her feel happy. Guli turned her around, pinched her thin cheek and frowned slightly.

"All the powerful crossbows in the army have been recorded and have not been misappropriated."

"What about the abandoned crossbow? Is there a special destruction channel?" Being pinched his face, Jiang qianxia's voice was a little vague.

"Yes, but the record is also strict, and it is under the jurisdiction of the general. Others can hardly intervene."

"Nothing in the world is absolute. As long as you find the weakness and pay enough price, you can be called a saint."

Pulling Guli's hand off his face, Jiang qianxia said casually, "it will hurt people's hearts if you check it. I'll ask Liu Hongniang to pay attention to it."

With a helpless nod, Guli was depressed.

Under the pressure of Wen Chen, Daqian's generals are a family. If you are betrayed by your own people, it's really

"Don't think too much. When the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds. When the stall is big, you always have to bear betrayal."

A gentle kiss fell on Guli's tight lips. Jiang qianxia said with a soft smile: "the small ball is in the backyard. Angelica angelica is taking care of it. You can hold her only after you change your clothes."

"Yes."

Before turning around and leaving, Guli picked up her eyebrows and said, "madam, we'll talk about it at night."

"Boundless, what's the chance that we can run away when he takes a bath?"

Boundless looked out of the window and said faintly, "it's getting late. Boundless went down to prepare dinner for the evening."

"You come too and study hard."

The young man wandered away blankly. He couldn't understand. Didn't he come to learn martial arts and be a martyr? Do the dead now have to be able to cook?

"Master, Feng's house replied and invited us to the wuhuaxi poetry fair in the future!"

Perilla came over with an elegant and clumsy invitation. Jiang qianxia grabbed it, opened it and looked at it carefully, frowned and said, "it's not good to come here..."

The poison scholar lying idle waiting for dinner heard the speech, waved to her and showed him.

When the invitation was thrown away, the poison scholar with his legs crossed quickly glanced at it and said with a sneer: "southerners like to engage in such activities. Believe it or not, we went to wuhuaxi the day after tomorrow. You will be ridiculed by them for changing their methods?"

"It's not us. I'll go and stay at home."

Turning his eyes, Jiang qianxia said with a smile: "if you 'adulterer' followed me, we can be tied together and soaked in a pig cage."

The corner of his mouth smoked. The poison scholar turned over and sat up, frowned and said, "Xiaosheng, why don't you go with you? Who else around you can deal with the poetry meeting?"

"I'm kidding. Am I that kind of artful person?"

Although it is a poetry meeting, Jiang qianxia is ready to smash the venue in the past and then talk about cooperation.

Although there are thousands of years of literati in the owner's notice, even if she copies it, no one will come out and accuse her of being a literary thief, but can she play for a while and a lifetime?

She doesn't want to wear the aura of a talented woman. She will always be dragged out to recite poetry against her in the future. She is a businessman. She has racked her brains to find poetry. Isn't it good for her to make money?

"In short, you just stay at home and take good care of the little dumpling with Grandpa sun and brother Hong Tao. As for the poetry club, I just take perilla and boundless."

Perilla was born in a church. Although she knows how silly and happy she is on weekdays, her skills have never been lost.

As the master, she has no inkling and has perilla to support the field, so she won't be belittled by the so-called Confucian businessmen who love artfulness.

After dinner, Jiang qianxia looked at the young man who was burping. He said lazily, "I didn't want to know your previous name and won't ask. Now you're my dead man, so you're called ghost one. If I pick up people again in the future, I'll just line up behind ghost two and ghost three."

He didn't reject the name ghost one. The boy nodded and looked at her with burning eyes, waiting for her next command.

"Your skill is completely wild. There are many powerful people in this house. You can learn from Grandpa sun, brother Hong Tao, boundless, poison scholar or my husband Guli."

Scratching his head, Jiang qianxia said casually: "practice first anyway. Practice three or four hours a day. In addition to going to the kitchen to help cook, in the rest of his free time, go and take care of the children with Angelica dahurica. Don't make her too tired."

"... with children?"

The ghost is at a loss. In addition to learning to cook, is it his task to join the children now?

When night falls, the couple snuggling by the window constitute a warm picture like a fairy couple, but if someone eavesdrops, you will know how unreliable this picture is.

"I'm wrong, I'm really wrong. Let's go back and kiss again, shall we?"

Jiang qianxia was stiff all over. Her inner skirt was taken off by Guli, a smelly rascal. At this time, he was slowly groping with his holster hand

The cold armor clings to her soft body through a layer of silky satin.

She could not bear to twist her body, but she could only encounter the hard armor. She could not feel his response, which made her feel wronged, but inexplicably hot and dry.

"I don't have a husband and wife's name now. How dare I easily ruin your reputation?"

Holding the panting little cook, Guri's dark eyes seemed to surge.

The hoarse magnetic voice crept into her ears, and his face was buried in the nest of her neck. If there was no light rubbing, the thin stubble rubbed on the soft skin, which was tingling, but stirred up a deeper desire.

"... I just went to a big martial arts show. How can I become a slick? I'm almost a rogue!"

"Oh, my wife has also been in the army. Don't you know what the people in the army look like?"

Thinking of those veteran ruffians who talk about meat, Jiang qianxia took a smoke from the corners of his mouth and rolled his eyes secretly. He felt that his pure man had been damaged.

"Well... Don't move!"

Grasping Guli's big hand swaying downward, Jiang qianxia wanted to cry and said, "you know I'm coming with Kui water. What's the advantage of teasing me so much?"

"... are you drinking water today?"

"Poof -"

Strange laughter froze the couple at the same time.

Guli quickly wrapped his little cook in his coat, picked up the chess pieces on the table next to him, shook his hand and shot them in the direction of laughter.

The chess pieces "overbearing" muffled into the wall, and Jiang qianxia gnashed his teeth and roared.

"Ghost one! How dare you follow the poison scholar to learn to listen to the corner again? I'll sell you to the octogenarian man as a concubine tomorrow!!!"