The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Lin Zizhao was relieved to see Joe Tian open his chest and look like bamboo.

“Since the boss has his own ideas, we can rest assured.” Lin Zi said with a smile.

Joe Tian nodded his head and said graciously, without meaning to continue talking.

Lin Zixiao looked at Joe Tian and said: “Boss, you know you have allergies, how can you still look like this... weak? ”

“Yao Yao likes to eat.” Joe Tianjin ignored the tone of Lin's worries, just a faint explanation.

As soon as this came out, Lin Zizhao realized that it seemed that his sister-in-law was married to the boss. The boss was ashamed to refuse, which is why he would be like this now.

Deeply looking at Joe Tian, Lin Zi worried about Aunt Gu and said: “Boss, it looks like you are really getting into this. ”

“I don't see anything wrong with that.” Joe Tian leaned against the bed with his mouth slightly hooked.

Ning Mengyao was with him in the days to come. He didn't feel anything wrong, but he felt very excited.

Lin Zizhu was worried. Thinking about meeting Joe Tianjin before and after Ning Mengyao, all of a sudden he felt that Joe Tianjin was better now, and more popular than before.

“Outside the general, a man who claims to be Nangong Cher came to see you and your wife.” There was a sudden sound coming from outside.

Joe Tian listened with a slight squint of his eyes and looked at Lin Zhao and Ryan.

The two nodded suddenly, holding Joe Tian up smoothly, and took a chair to the courtyard.

“Go and invite people in.” Qin Tian sat smoothly on the chair and left and right on a short table, Grandma Qin had put some melon fruit snacks on it.

When Nangong Cheol came in, he saw Joe Tian sitting in the yard playing chess with Lin Zi. Ryan frowned and his expression was very tangled.

“Boss, why do you like such complicated questions?” Ryan tangled up looking at his own boss and division.

Cold glance at Ryan: “I think you've really changed your character. ”

“Boss, I'm wrong, I won't say it again.” Ryan took a few steps back with his mouth covered, indicating that he was no longer talking.

And at this point, he turned around and saw Nangong Crystal standing at the door: "Boss, Nangong Prince is here. ”

Qiao Tian put down the pieces in his hand and looked up and saw Nangong Crystal standing at the door without knowing what to think.

“Prince Nangong, come in.” Qin Tian looks at Granny Qin next door: “Granny Qin helps pour a cup of tea. ”

“Yes, General.” Grandmother Qin turned to a tea room specially prepared by Ning Mengyao after his arrival, and soon served a warm cup of tea.

This is one of the best types of tea Ning Mengyao brings from Tombo Ramadan and is good for hosting people.

“Grandma, you're so biased. We don't even drink tea like this. It smells so good.” Lin Zizhao looked at the cup of tea in Granny Qin's hands with a worried eye and said with deep sadness.

Granny Qin was laughed at by Lin Zi's worries: “I'll pour you a drink too. ”

“Thank you, Grandma.” Forest worry satisfied.

Qiao Tian smoothly sipped the tea from his hand: “I wonder why Prince Nangong came to me? ”

Nangong was sitting on the chair beside him, looking at the cup of tea at his hand, his eyes slightly squinted.

This tea, if he is correct, is the newly released Junshan silver leaf. It produces only 10 kg a year and will not sell more than 3 kg. Even the palace does not necessarily have such tea. But a general's house actually has such tea, and it is still the new Junshan silver leaf this year.

“What's Prince Nangong looking at?” How can Joe Tianjin not feel the burning eyes of Nangong Cher?

Nangong Crystal looked down at the tea in his hand: “The palace is just curious, how can the general's house have such tea, I don't know where General Qiao bought it? ”

Qiao Tian raised his eyebrows slightly: “I don't know about this. It's from my wife's sister. ”

Nangong's eyebrows slightly wrinkled, Ning Mengyao's sister? If he remembers correctly, Ning Mengyao seems to be a fatherless mother, raised by an embroidered woman.

“Mrs. Joe? So..."

“Don't you think Nangong's asking too many questions?” Isn't it embarrassing to go to someone else's house and ask about these things?

Nangong frowned: “The palace is just curious. ”