After washing the rice and boiling it in the pot, washing some vegetables, and lifting a kitchen knife, Su Elegy was about to cut it, but Shen Qinghan stood up, walked behind her, and held the kitchen knife sideways.

Su Wangge twisted his eyebrows and looked up at him slightly: "What to do?"

"I'll help you," Shen Qinghan said slowly.

Su Elegy dismissed, "Go away, go away, I don't want your help, get in the way, don't want to steal my stunts"

Shen Qinghan was unmoved, holding the other end of the kitchen knife "desperately".

Su Wangge raised his eyebrows, turned to a wicked smile, stood on tiptoe and got very close to his handsome face, and said in a low voice: "If you don't let go, I'm going to scare you."

Seeing that Su Wangge's mouth was about to reach his face, Shen Qinghan's earlobes turned uncontrollably red, and he let go of the hand holding the kitchen knife that was equal to Su Wangge, took a few steps back, and then ran out of the kitchen in a panic.

Looking at the figure that fled in the wilderness, Su Wangge had a triumphant smile on the corner of his mouth, and turned his head and began to concentrate on cutting his own vegetables.

Shen Qinghan ran to a willow tree in the backyard, held the willow tree and spit out a few mouthfuls of turbidity, he touched the contents of his chest, beating in a panic, unabashedly declaring his heart's desire.

But there is no time for the advection, and it is always heard that there is sinking.

Most of the love in the world must not be unwilling, and love does not dare to sink.

Su Wangge didn't expect Shen Qinghan to be so careless, thinking that he would come back after a while, but she waited left and right and saw no trace of him. She thought that this was a good time to escape, and as soon as she half-jumped over the wall of Han Fengju, she saw Shen Qinghan coming back with a bunch of bottles and cans and vegetables.

Shen Qinghan stood under the wall and looked up at her, although he didn't speak, Su Wangge had already read what he meant from his eyes.

Lord Shen Feng seemed to be angry, as for the degree of anger, Su Elegy was still speculating, so she was frantically testing on the verge of death: "Does Lord Shen Feng think that Su's posture of escaping this time is handsome?"

Shen Qing said coldly: "I said that you are not allowed to go"

Su Zuo died tentatively, smiling lightly, just thinking about burying the disgusting Shen Qinghan a few words, and in an instant, he was taken to the ground by Shen Qinghan, who threw bottles and cans.

Shen Qinghan looked down at her, his eyes were cloudy, and his voice suppressed anger, "It seems that I will have to take you with me at all times in the future, so that I can ...... Spying on you"

Su Wangge smiled disappreliantly: she didn't believe that with her sensitive identity now, Shen Qinghan dared to take her around, he would always go out one day, and she was worried that she would have no chance to escape!

As it turned out, Su Elegy was really wrong. Su Wangge seriously suspected that this Shen Qinghan belonged to an owl, and it was completely day and night.

She also seriously suspected that Shen Qinghan had definitely learned some terrible evil arts, otherwise why did she sleep in the sky and sleep with a light touch on her brow after Shen Qinghan's routine inspection every night?

Su Elegy has nothing to do, as soon as he catches Shen Qinghan, he will spare no effort to disgust him, and he still has the beautiful expectation of "when Shen Qinghan is tired of disgusting me, he will naturally let me go unconditionally".

Su Wangge subconsciously felt that "Shen Qinghan must hate me for touching him, otherwise he wouldn't have kicked me out of bed in the first place." No, Su Zuo died one night and got into the quilt of Lord Shen Feng, and called his name, "You give me food and shelter, this kind of great kindness has no way to repay, only ...... Warmth is reciprocated".

Su Elegy: Disgusting doesn't kill you.

At first, Shen Feng stood outside in line with the principle of "men and women do not kiss", and blew the cold wind all night, and later under her various pretentious reasons, where did he have any principles, after "coaxing" her to sleep, he hugged Mei Jiaoniang and slept peacefully until dawn.

It's Su Elegy who doesn't do it, and if you want to die or live, you have to sleep by yourself, but it's easy to get on the wolf bed, but it's difficult to get off the wolf bed, Shen Qinghan naturally didn't agree, he said: "I know that you are sincere in repaying the favor, but you are too thin-skinned, you can't put it down, you don't have to be cowardly, you can repay this favor as you want, I accept it all."

Su Elegy wanted to kill someone in his heart: I repay your mother's kindness, and dismantling you into eight pieces is not enough to relieve the hatred in my heart.

Previously, Su Elegy had been burying Shen Qinghan's things to feed the pigs and pigs to vomit to death, so Shen Feng "changed his past", went down the mountain at night to "learn from the teacher", and reviewed the seal in Hanfeng Ju during the day, and looked at Su Elegy by the way.

Almost half a month later, Shen Qinghan finally returned from his studies and was ready to show off his skills in the kitchen tonight.

The freshly baked food is full of color and aroma, and it hooks a certain gluttonous cat who has been tortured by his ordinary cooking skills for a long time. She just knows how to make it, not to make it delicious, and the two must not be confused.

Shen Qinghan's face was silent, but he was a little excited in his heart, like a child waiting for sugar, he looked at her sincerely, "Try?"

Su Elegy is a typical person with inconsistent words and deeds, she really wants to feast on it in her heart, but she says with disgust: "What kind of thing? I think you are definitely harboring evil intentions, this dish is absolutely poisonous, and besides, how can a person with backbone like me eat the food that comes from me?"

Shen Qinghan listened to her talk like this several times a day, and her ears were about to become calloused, from being sad and angry at the beginning to being accustomed to it now. He picked up the chopsticks and picked up the food, turned his head to pinch Su Elegy's face, and stuffed the food into her mouth.

"You ......", Su Wangge glared angrily, and then chewed a few bites, although it was not so delicious that you had to swallow it on your tongue, but it was really superior.

The taste buds were satisfied, Su Wangge smiled unconsciously, and Shen Qinghan was in a trance for a while.

Su Wangge didn't notice this detail, she happily added a bowl of rice to herself, took a few sips and looked at Shen Qinghan and said, "Is there any wine?"

Shen Qinghan can rely on the person in front of her for anything now, not to mention that she wants wine, even if she wants to die, he will not hesitate to die.

He walked out the door, "there"

After a while, he returned with two small bottles of wine.

Su Wangge took the wine from him, lifted the lid of the wine and smelled it, "Peach blossom brew, the wine tastes very pure, it is a good wine for a hundred years, I didn't expect Lord Shen Feng to look happy and unwanted, but he also likes these things."

Shen Qinghan looked deep: "Don't call Shen Feng Lord"

Su Wangge raised his eyes and glanced at him, "What is that called, Son Shen?", he hurriedly poured two glasses of wine in his hand and handed one to Shen Qinghan.

Shen Qinghan's hand holding the chopsticks was clenched a little, and Su Wangge noticed this detail and couldn't help but be happy: I made him angry again, and I was one step closer to my great cause.

Half a bottle down, Su Wangge was a little drunk, and his eyes began to lose focus, and Shen Qinghan also drank a few glasses over there, and his earlobes were so red that he was terribly red.

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