The Leisurely Countryside of the Farmer’s Daughter-in-law

  Chapter 748 Hold

  When it was darkest before dawn, the couple quietly returned to the Langyuan without disturbing anyone in the mansion. As for Tan Anjun's mount, he was already enjoying the delicious grass in Yang Lan'er's Space Ranch.

  The time period before dawn is also the time when the human biological clock sleeps most soundly.

  Back to the room, in order not to disturb the little maids, the two entered the space.

   "Are you hungry?" Yang Lan'er looked at him.

   "Hungry." Tan Anjun raised the corners of his mouth, with a double meaning, full of evil spirit.

Yang Lan'er was full of smiles, as if she didn't understand the meaning of his words, she looked at his robes with muddy spots on her body, and asked: "My husband has been eating and sleeping outside these days, I think it's very hard work, you Shall I take a bath first or eat something first?"

   "What food did the lady prepare?" Tan Anjun squeezed her hand, he was indeed hungry.

   "What do you want to eat?" Yang Lan'er tried to pull her hand but failed, thinking about what is in the kitchen and what kind of instant food can be made.

  Tan Anjun doesn't have much requirements when it comes to food. Basically, he eats what Yang Laner does. He is never picky and feeds very well.

"Missing you obsessively." After finishing speaking, he bit her red lips, then squeezed her cheeks, half admiring and sighing: "Ice skin, smooth and crisp, every night my husband misses you." Can't sleep."

   "Slick tongue, no seriousness," Yang Lan'er blushed, glared at him reproachfully, and managed to break free from his shackles.

  Staying three steps away from him, he deliberately shook his head with a stern face, as if he couldn't bear to look directly at him: "Don't make trouble, go and wash it, you have a beard and stubble, it's too sloppy."

   "Heh." Tan Anjun licked his lips, lowered his head and chuckled, suppressing the throbbing in his heart.

   "The kitchen still has the chicken soup that was boiled last time. Can I have shredded chicken noodles?"

   "Lady, let's look at the arrangement."

   Tan Anjun looked down at his slovenly robes, but he didn't have that charming intention. He originally wanted this woman to wait for him to wash, but it seems that it won't work.

  The deep black eyes glanced meaningfully at the back of the person entering the kitchen, and could only go up to the second floor with regret.

  Yang Lan'er, who entered the kitchen, took off the cloak and cotton robe on her body. Too many people in the normal temperature of the space couldn't stand it. She pressed the back of her hands to her cheeks to cool down, and pressed her tongue against the lips that had just been bitten, her heart fluttering.

   It is said that women are like tigers at thirty.

  She is still far away from thirty, and this young woman's heart is pulled out a little, and she has nowhere to rest.

   It's too inappropriate!

   Hold on, woman!

   Waiting for the water in the pot to boil, my heart is at peace.

   Four taels of dried noodles, three taels of shredded chicken, a bowl of yellow chicken soup, a pinch of green chopped green onion, and a little cooked sesame seeds for extra flavor.

  Yang Lan'er stir-fried two dishes of green vegetables produced in the space, and mixed a dish of pickles with sesame oil.

Perfect!

   Tan Anjun came out of the wash, and in front of him was a bowl of chicken noodle with delicious color and fragrance. The smell almost made his saliva drool.

   "It smells so good, I can't wait for my husband. Don't you want to eat some, Lan'er?"

   "Here, I'm not hungry. To accompany you, I'll just eat this." Yang Lan'er shook a chicken leg in her hand.

  Seeing that the chicken drumstick was about to fall off, Yang Lan'er quickly lowered her head and took a bite.

   "Puff!" Someone laughed unkindly.

Well! Her ladylike image!

   It collapsed suddenly!

  But there is no way, this chicken leg was fished out of the chicken soup by her, and the bone and meat were almost separated from the stew.

  Tan Anjun didn't know what Yang Lan'er was thinking, and the corners of his mouth twitched as he looked around. Well, if he said a few more polite words, he probably wouldn't be able to keep that piece of chicken leg meat.

  He was really hungry, and within a quarter of an hour, a bowl of noodles and two plates of vegetables were all in the man's stomach.

   "Isn't the pickle delicious?" Yang Lan'er asked, looking at the untouched pickle.

   "It's all delicious. I ate it too quickly and didn't have time to enjoy it. I forgot." Tan Anjun glanced at her and asked tentatively: "Should I eat it?"

  Yang Lan'er couldn't help laughing, and spat at him: "Are you stupid? Just eating pickles will kill you!"

   "How could it be!"

   "Hmph, sit down and eat for a while, and I'll clean up."