"Are you still unmarried?"

"Are you still afraid of getting married?"

"Are you still saying that marriage is the grave of love?"

"In this issue, "Let's Be in Love", Jiang Nuo and Mu Qiuniang will tell you about the daily life of love after marriage!"

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What the?! The male god is going to make candy again?!

This is the first reaction of the vast number of glutinous rice flour.

The second reaction was: hahaha...... Someone is going to be abused again!

[The male god is mighty! 】

[Come on, Jiang Nuo, torture the single dog! ] 】

[This kind of benefit should come a little more, so that the storm is a little more violent.] 】

[The more the merrier. 】

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In the early morning, when the sun rises in the eastern sky, a smiling red face is revealed, and the light shines on the earth.

The camera zooms in from afar, and a pale blue window appears on the screen.

"Hmm~ wife, where are you?"

In the sleepy eyes, a voice came from the direction of the bedroom. Then, a handsome guy in silver pajamas appeared, his hair was a little messy, he looked like he hadn't woken up, and his eyes were rubbing.

But a handsome guy is a handsome guy, even if he just got up, he is more eye-catching than ordinary people.

Soon, as he searched, Mu Qiuniang, who was busy in the kitchen, appeared in his sight.

"Wife, you got up so early!"

He walked over and hugged Mu Qiuniang's waist from behind, with his chin still on her shoulder.

"I'm shooting!" Mu Qiuniang is obviously a little unaccustomed and a little shy in front of the camera.

"Shoot it, I am holding my wife." Jiang Nuo just rubbed a few more times before letting go of her and brushing her teeth.

"Okay, stop filming me, shoot my wife, she's a kitchen god." It's so proud that people can't bear to look at it directly.

At this time, a line of words appeared on the screen: Big brother camera laughs wildly!

The audience outside the TV saw this and laughed good-naturedly.

Look at the tone of their male god, as if he is a kitchen god himself, is he so proud to be a foodie?

But seriously, anyone who has eaten the glutinous rice noodles of Mu Qiu Niang's craftsmanship knows that the girl's cooking skills are really nothing to say, don't want the delicious food.

In the camera, Mu Qiuniang is making breakfast. With that plate of beautiful breakfast freshly baked, the TV and glutinous rice noodles only felt saliva.

The most infuriating thing is that a line of words appeared on the screen: Hahaha...... The column group also has a share, glutinous rice noodles are jealous!

Countless barrages appeared: [Too much! 】

[It's hard work for the goddess of our family, the column group is not a person at all, if you share my share, I am willing to be a "monster". 】

[I feel hungry.] 】

[It looks delicious, what should I do?] 】

[Can I tell that I just finished dinner?] It's feeling as if not full at all, crying! 】

【Goddess, you are the best!】 】

[What the hell are you barrage? But I want to say, you guys did a good job, I'll do it too! 】

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If you don't want to affect the picture, you have to turn off the barrage, otherwise you won't be able to watch TV at all.

This group of glutinous rice noodles is really frustrating, and I can't wait for my message to occupy the entire screen.

"Wife, can I start?"

When Jiang Nuo washed up, Mu Qiuniang also prepared breakfast. However, looking at the column group that also had breakfast, Jiang Nuo said he was very unhappy, "Why do they have it?" They didn't shoot this show just to come to our house to grab food, right? ”

A look of skepticism.

Column group subtitles: We swear, it was!

After breakfast, Jiang Nuo honestly washed the dishes. After washing the dishes, Mu Qiuniang began to make a fruit platter, the knife flew on her fingers, and it didn't take long for it to be ready-peacock opened the screen.

When Jiang Nuo, who had washed the dishes, came back, he squeezed beside Mu Qiuniang. At this time, the camera gave a close-up to the empty space next to the sofa: Master, if you snub me, I will cry!

"Wife, how do you want to prepare the gift of glutinous rice noodles? Do you want me to help? ”

"Do you know how to embroider, or do you know calligraphy?"

Jiang Nuo thought for a moment and said, "I will serve my wife!" ”

Mu Qiuniang: "......"

"I mean really, if my wife is a stabbing show, I will fan you next to you, tell jokes, and make you happy; If my wife writes calligraphy and paints, I will give it to you next to me, and we will also have a red sleeve to add fragrance......"

"Red sleeves refer to women."

"Then it's always okay to add fragrance to the blue sleeves, right?" Jiang Nuo laughed.

Mu Qiuniang was speechless for a moment: "Yes!" ”

"Wife, let's come!" Jiang Nuo was full of interest.

On the screen, Jiang Nuo's study was unexpectedly large, and a large bookcase full of various books occupied an entire wall.

Ahead, there is a long desk, complete with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

By the floor-to-ceiling window, there is a large embroidery stand with half-embroidered landscape paintings.

Next to it, there is a dummy, which is draped in a finished Hanfu, which seems to be women's clothing.

In the past, there is also a special musical instrument - Gonghou.

This room of more than 100 square meters is occupied by these things, each living in the same place, forming a corner of its own, seemingly unrelated to each other, but closely linked, forming Mu Qiu Niang's "study".

"Wife, what do you want to write?"

Jiang Nuo obviously didn't grind ink for her for the first time, so he found the tools and asked her familiarly.

"How about the Preface to the Lan Ting Collection?"

"Okay!"

"You write it by me."

Jiang Nuo suddenly cried with a sad face: "No, wife?" ”

"Can't you?" Mu Qiuniang tilted her head expressionlessly, expressing doubt.

"Yes...... But isn't it filming a show now, I'm afraid that I will forget my back, how embarrassing it is. Wife, can you give me a hint? ”

"In the ninth year of Yonghe, the age is ugly, and at the beginning of late spring, I will be in the Lanting of Huiji Shanyin, and the repair is also ......"

Jiang Nuo immediately picked up: "The sages are complete, and the young are long and salty." There are lofty mountains and mountains here, dense forests and bamboos, and there are clear streams and turbulent currents, reflecting the left and right, leading to the flow of the curved water, and the second place is seated. Although there is no silk bamboo orchestra, a song is enough to tell the romance......"

Mu Qiuniang splashed ink and wrote, swaying freely.

After a while, the hearty "Preface to the Lanting Collection" was written on paper, and a blank sheet of paper was densely packed and neatly lined up with the entire article.

From left to right, it is several meters long.

"Wow! Wife, you write so well! Jiang Nuo was amazed.

Mu Qiu Niang's eyes were warm: "Can you understand?" ”

"Hey, hey, hey, wife, can't you just expose my shortcomings?" Jiang Nuo said with a shy face.

Mu Qiuniang thought about it very seriously and said, "Be honest!" ”

Jiang Nuo almost wanted to cry: "I'm your husband, not an outsider!" ”

"It's okay, I don't dislike you, just like you said, I'm responsible for talent, and you're responsible for being beautiful like a flower."

Jiang Nuo wanted to cry without tears: "Wife, can you stop me with my words?" ”

"Why?" Mu Qiuniang tilted her head.

"Heart congestion!"

Mu Qiuniang was even more puzzled: "What you said, what's wrong?" ”

"It's not! It's just that the timing of your use is simply fantastic! "Can he say that it hurt his male self-esteem a little?