Evil Prince, Come Play With Me

Su Shen was tired of holding Baoyaolian's hand in his nest. On the first day of the New Year, Baoyaolian was still alive. This feeling made him feel kind of happy again.

Su Shen faintly said: “Your family welcomed the fortune god last night. Do you have any chickens? No chicken ducks. Make some soup for my wife. She hasn't eaten in a few days and is too weak. ”

The old lady nodded her head: “Yes, there are chicken ducks, there are eggs, the lady is too weak. Should we invite a doctor? ”

“No, I don't want anyone to know where my wife and I are. ”

The old lady consciously stopped saying much. She went out again with her grandson Wang Cai. After a moment, Su Shen was annoyed to hear a chicken scream coming from the yard, fluttering her wings.

Baoyaolian slept so heavily that she didn't wake up half the time.

Su Shen leaned over and kissed her lips: “Su Lian, you've slept too long, wake up and eat something before you go to sleep. ”

None of the natural birds of Baoyaolian birded him.

Su Shen was annoyed with some exclamation, but Su Lian was still cute, so he wasn't angry, it really caught people's hearts.

He got out of bed, covered his quilt and pulled the door out to look.

This family lives in a thatched house, shattered and generally abandoned 100 times more than it seems.

Outside is a small yard with vegetables planted in front of the yard, but yesterday there was a heavy snow and the vegetables were buried in the snow.

The yard is surrounded by a simple fence with two peach trees outside, not far from a stream.

To the south is the heart of the village, with dozens of households, a short distance away.

“Why are you out? Wang Cai is killing chickens. You have half an hour to stew them out. Would you like to eat some spring rolls to fill your stomach first?” The old lady saw him come out and asked.

Last night, this man gave Wang Cai an ingot of gold. Isn't this the god of fortune to the old lady?

She lived in the village with her grandson. She didn't even have a male workforce in the family. She contacted people for a year's work, embroidered the soles of her shoes. Kim Won-bao had never seen that before.

I didn't expect someone to knock on the door last night. He was a fortune god.

“Mm-hmm.” Su Shen sighed softly. The sun was a little warm outside, but the cold wind was still cold.

Had it not been for the cold wind, he would have wanted Baoyaolian to come out and sunbathe.

The old lady knows that such a big man doesn't like to talk, doesn't count, and doesn't dare to compare.

Go in, Zhang Luo put him spring rolls and porridge, and a bowl of egg soup.

These really don't taste good. When Su God gets tired of eating them, his eyebrows are all wrinkled.

After looking at a woman who was still asleep in her eye bed, Su Shen's eyebrows became tighter. It seemed like he had not eaten for a long time.

The old lady crouched in the corner, seemed to have a hard time eating, knowing that he was not used to this crude tea light rice.

Wangcai came in with a washed, hair-stripped chicken outside the house, and the old lady put down her nets and followed him into the kitchen.

Whatever you do, you have to make this chicken a little better, so that the god of fortune can eat it happily.

The girl looked ill and presumably had to stay here for a few more days.

After dinner, the old lady was going to the grocery store to buy some more meat.

The old lady stewed the chicken, cut the only piece of meat she used for the New Year's Eve, fried several eggs with leeks, and made a table that she thought was very rich.

She brought the meal to the table, and the sick little girl still didn't wake up.