By the time Feng Langzhong returned home, more than half of the morning had passed, and it was time to start lunch. Mrs. Qian is indeed a poor person, but she has always come out, as long as she can be stronger in the future, the road will not be too bumpy...... She felt that she was very tired in her body and heart, and she was too lazy to fry seven more dishes and eight bowls, so she washed her hands and tied an apron, and made a ball of noodles, and ate a bowl of cut noodles at noon.

Just as she was kneading the dough, Zhao Langzhong stole a little bit, slowly rubbed into the kitchen, picked a corner that was out of the way, stood on the other side of the stove, poked his head out and asked, "I see that you don't seem to be in a good mood, if you are unhappy about something, do you want to tell me about it?" What if I can help? ”

"It's nothing, don't worry about me, it's still

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