Like a nail, you can't move a single step from side to side with her feet.

"Mom." Su Yu looked at Zhao Fangru, walked over with a smile, turned her head to look at the person who stopped drying tea next to her, and called, "Third Master." ”

Greet each other as usual, as if the two of them are just ordinary friends.

Su Yu's face clearly said, 'I'm not familiar with him', 'Mom, don't get me wrong', 'I'm dissociating myself from him'.

Zhao Fangru took her hand and didn't see her expression, "The third master came over early in the morning, cooking and repairing the broken stool, and he hasn't rested for a while, you go over to help." ”

Then, she was pushed over.

Su Yu was puzzled, didn't Zhao Fangru persuade her before, don't get close to the third master?

How long did it take for her to take the initiative to push her?

Shen Chuming had already put the tea leaves, and Fang Cai's eyes kept falling on her, taking in the expression of her hurriedly trying to clear up the relationship with herself to Zhao Fangru, pinched her fingertips lightly, and smiled, "I'll do it, you go and rest." ”

He didn't let her do it, "The kitchen is hot porridge, you go drink it first." ”

Seeing that Su Yu didn't move, the corners of her lips tugged, and she wanted to say something.

His hand landed on her shoulder again, pushing her to take a step forward, his voice low and slow, but gentle, "Don't skip meals in the morning, it's not good for your stomach, eat a little." ”

Zhao Fangru had already told him about her habit of not liking breakfast.

"The third master is right, Concubine, drink the porridge and come over." Zhao Fangru also helped Su Yu speak for the sake of Su Yu, "The porridge is also boiled by the third master, and it tastes very good." ”

Su Yu was forced to go to the kitchen again.

*

In the yard.

Shen Chuming started to do things, unhurried, but very organized.

Zhao Fangru has been observing him for a while, and his character really has nothing to say, but more importantly, he is good to his concubine and very patient.

If they can be together, it seems, it's okay.

"Third Master, what are your plans in the future?" She asked tentatively.

"What is Aunt Zhao referring to?" Shen Chuming had already dried the tea, took a discarded board in his hand, used the waste, and used a knife to make it into a ruler.

"For example, if you marry a wife, have children, and have a successful career, what do you think?" Zhao Fangru mentioned it in more detail.

It's like a mother-in-law asking her son-in-law.

Shen Chuming's slender hand paused, as if he was seriously considering her question, "When you meet someone you like, you will talk about marriage, and if you meet the right person, you will have children." ”

"However, I only have children with people I like. The child is as fate as she likes, and if she doesn't like it, she doesn't. ”

After he thought about it, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but bend, and his eyes softened.

When Zhao Fangru heard this, an appreciation crossed her eyes.

Although from a woman's point of view, this is not in line with what she thinks, but she is very satisfied with what she said.

There are few people who are so enlightened.

"As for the success of the career...... Shen Chuming's eyebrows furrowed slightly, can he say that it has been done?

However, Zhao Fangru should not believe it.

He changed his perspective again, "I don't want to be rich and glorious, but I want to be down-to-earth and have a clear conscience." ”

He had been in the former for a long time and didn't like it.

Zhao Fangru can't find fault with it, which is also the opinion of most people: "Does the third master have the idea of moving out to live in the future?" ”

This is also what she is more concerned about.

"In other words, anyone may not like to live in a small place, but ......"

Shen Chuming did not hesitate, and said firmly and gently: "Where she is, I will be there." ”

Zhao Fangru nodded with satisfaction: "Then what do you think of Yu Yu?" ”

"I like it, and I like it."

When Su Yu came in, she heard the last conversation.