Until the end of the meal, He Qingsong didn't say that the two cold dishes were his masterpieces. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info He Qingsong didn't say anything, Jiang Muxue didn't say anything, pretending that nothing had happened.

I just said that the chicken soup is delicious and delicious. He also said that chicken soup is the most nourishing for women, especially this kind of domestic old hen, which is the most nourishing and nourishing.

Jiang Muxue said that He Qingsong and Huang Tong occasionally echoed on the side, so on the surface, this meal was still harmonious.

After the meal, Jiang Muxue wanted to clean up the dishes, chopsticks, pots, and basins, but was immediately stopped by He Qingsong, "Mom, you put it there, I'll do it!" ”

After speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and did it boldly.

This series of actions stunned Huang Tong, only to feel that He Qingsong had taken some kind of medicine, something was wrong inside and out!

Chang Xiu is just this baby son, in Huang Tong's impression, He Qingsong is an authentic and delicate child, don't look at it as a man, those hands are more delicate and fair-skinned than many girls.

At the beginning, when the two were dating, He Qingsong had said many things when he was a child, similar to this kind of washing pots and dishes, He Qingsong almost never did.

What's going on today?

The strange atmosphere made Huang Tong extremely puzzled.

However, when she saw her husband doing it, how could she be idle on the sidelines, and then she quickly helped.

Huang Tong is the eldest in the family, and he has a younger brother and a younger sister at the bottom, so he is self-reliant and self-reliant when he is young.

At the beginning, when she first fell in love, she secretly vowed that she would find a prince charming in the future, get rid of the fate of Cinderella, and never cook again, brush pots, and wash clothes.

Since marrying He Qingsong, although Huang Tong has not lived the life of a real young grandmother, her life is really much more comfortable than before. Someone cooks the meal, someone washes the clothes, every day after work is hot soup and hot dishes, there is no need to do housework after eating, and the rest of the time is either to buy clothes on the Internet, or to be beautiful or something.

But it's only been a few days?

Huang Tong observed He Qingsong's clumsy but serious movements while washing the dishes, and felt that he had changed today.

But there are some things that can't be said clearly, and you can't ask directly, and you can't always say, "Why didn't my mother cook for me today?" Why isn't mom washing dishes today? ”

Huang Tong doesn't think she's a fool, so she won't say what these fools say.

There was only a roundabout way to choose, so she rolled her eyes and quipped: "You didn't wash it like that, haha, you haven't done it before...... Oh, young master, don't put so much dish soap, it's not only wasteful, it's easy to remain, and it also costs water......"

After Huang Tong finished laughing, he gave He Qingsong a demonstration, and wiped the foam on He Qingsong's nose when he was finished, which made him laugh.

The unhappy mood just now was stirred up by Huang Tong like this, and it disappeared suddenly, and even, He Qingsong made up for it in his heart, and for the first time he did a cold fight, his daughter-in-law didn't say that it was unpalatable and ate a lot, which was already very powerful.

So, the young couple started to play happily in the kitchen by brushing the dishes.

He Qingsong really thinks it's interesting, newlywed, fresh and energetic, as long as he is with his wife, everything is fragrant.

But Huang Tong is different, she is tired of doing housework. Therefore, to say that this joke is very true, Huang Tong only has three points in ten points, and the rest is all pretended, in order to facilitate the next move.

The two of them cleaned up the kitchen, and half an hour had passed.

When he came out, He Qingsong smiled at his mother very embarrassed.

Jiang Muxue also smiled happily, and blinked when she was done, as if she didn't know what to do.

He Qingsong suddenly felt comfortable and happy, only how comfortable he was to live this day, and sighed, it's good to get married! My mother hurts, and my daughter-in-law hurts too!

At night, He Qingsong played games in the bedroom as usual, but Huang Tong did not chat online or shop on the Internet as usual, but only walked around on the side.

After a long time, He Qingsong noticed something unusual, and hurriedly stopped and asked what was wrong.

Huang Tong rubbed his stomach and shook his head, "It's nothing, I guess I eat a lot of cold dishes, and it's not very comfortable." He said nothing, but his expression was painful.

He Qingsong immediately lost the remote control, "It's okay, right?" Why don't we go to the hospital? ”

"Oops, it's just a little uncomfortable, no fuss!" Huang Tong immediately refused, smacking his tongue, "I really want to eat spicy food, why don't we go out to eat after work tomorrow?" Tell our mother in advance, don't do ours for dinner. That way, she can rest. ”

He Qingsong frowned slightly, "Don't think about eating spicy food if you have an uncomfortable stomach, eating too much of that stuff will cause diarrhea." ”

"Poof...... Look at what you said, if you say this, from childhood to adulthood, I will not be dragged to death! ”

Huang Tong said coquettishly, and he was entangled, "Go, go!" Let me eat it once! ”

At this point, He Qingsong couldn't bear the numbness of his wife, and was ready to agree to eat it, what is there!

But at this moment, Huang Tong muttered in a low voice, "I told my mother this morning, she will make spicy chicken for dinner...... You don't know, I'm hungry. ”

After hearing this, He Qingsong's face changed, and he was silent for several seconds.

Didn't my mom cut her hands! If she hadn't cut her hand, would she have broken her word?

In his memory, He Qingsong has always known that his mother has always been a person who does what she says.

In addition, my mother has an injury on her hand, I don't say it, and it doesn't mean that you can't see it...... Clinker, you're really blind and can't see!

The more He Qingsong thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, and his mutant Huang Tong naturally noticed it.

I couldn't help but be shocked, so I said, there is a situation. As soon as she entered the door, she realized that something was wrong.

He Qingsong ran out of the kitchen with an apron, and later echoed Chang Xiu's words with great enthusiasm at the dinner table, and actively did housework after the meal, for fear that Chang Xiu would be tired......

And now, as soon as I said that his mother was not at all, he threw his face at me, oh my God! This day has just begun, if it goes on like this, I will not have to bow down in front of my mother and be a little younger for the rest of my life?

The more Huang Tong thought about it, the more angry he became, and when he thought of the unbearable future, he suddenly felt that life was boring.

Between the two, for some reason, the atmosphere became awkward.

When it was late, they rested.

has been in love for three years, and this is the first time that this kind of inexplicable rift has appeared between the two.

And the initiator of this incident, Jiang Muxue, was lying on the bed staring at the injured index finger at this time.

At the dinner table, she deliberately hid this index finger, and Huang Tong had something on her mind at that time, and she didn't look carefully, so she didn't find it. Things went so smoothly as I expected.

She knows that Huang Tong is a person who will never give up until he reaches his goal, he is strong, and he will do whatever it takes to achieve his goal. Therefore, she knew that since she entered the door, Huang Tong had been holding back questions in her heart, and when there were more and more questions, it naturally turned into a fire that could not be vented.

That's what you want.

That's why she repeatedly instructed He Qingsong not to say that she injured her vegetable cutting hand, and deliberately used vague techniques to make Huang Tong think that the two cold spells were made by her Chang Xiu.

In the morning, I promised to make spicy chicken, but in the evening, it was a tasteless cold spell, and I didn't explain why.

The grievances in this are incomprehensible, and Huang Tong is probably the only one who enjoys it.

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