Ruan Haocheng hurriedly put the eggs and soup in the bowl into his stomach, and followed the footsteps of Ueda Xinmiao out of the house to the kitchen.

Wu rolled his eyes helplessly, "I'm still worried that my stupid son doesn't know anything except studying, it seems that I'm worrying about it." ”

The corners of Ruan Yongsheng's mouth curved slightly, dragging the leg with the bracket, and slowly moved towards the edge of the kang, "I'm twenty-one years old, I shouldn't know if I don't know." ”

Wu stood on the side of the kang, helped Ruan Yongsheng, who had moved to him, to get off the kang, and then handed the cane into his hand, sighing lightly, "I hope this daughter-in-law didn't pretend yesterday and today, I hope she is really good, and it doesn't matter if her body is weak." ”

There were some things she didn't say, for fear that she would be like some little daughters-in-law in the village, who would take her husband to death, and then get into trouble with her parents-in-law.

When she thought about it like this, she felt that the weakness of her body and bones might be better, so as not to learn those bad ones one day and pick up a stick to beat her mother-in-law and father-in-law.

"You, you know that you're worrying about it, didn't Cui Minglan say it, this girl has been studying, and she always helps her parents with farm work when she comes home, if it weren't for her sister who didn't want to change relatives for her brother and ran away with someone, maybe this girl would still be a college student!"

Ruan Yongsheng took a breath and crossed the threshold of the hall with the help of the Wu family, and then the two began to walk in the courtyard.

"This girl is also a miserable person, her father and mother are ready to let her give her brother a kiss in the mountains, maybe she doesn't want to, but she obediently didn't go to school again."

Ruan Yongsheng paused at the edge of the vegetable garden, looked at the half of the vegetables in the yard that had been straightened, and the corners of his mouth curved, "Look at the dishes she and Hao Cheng have served, you know that she is not weak in serving the crops." ”

At that time, he could see it through the window, and his daughter-in-law casually helped the vegetables to forget the matter, but this daughter-in-law squatted down and straightened and ploughed the roots one by one.

"Well, you're right, I think she's pretty neat." Wu also bent the corners of his mouth, glanced at the two halves of the vegetable patch in the courtyard that were completely different, and the worry in his heart instantly weakened a lot.

Wu continued to support Ruan Yongsheng, chatting while slowly walking in the courtyard.

Tian Xinmiao couldn't resist Ruan Haocheng, so in his cooperation of washing her and wiping, after washing the pots and dishes and tidying up the kitchen, the two walked out of the kitchen.

When he crossed the threshold of the kitchen and saw Wu and Ruan Yongsheng walking in the courtyard, Tian Xinmiao hurriedly shook off the hand that Ruan Haocheng insisted on holding, and his face couldn't help but turn red.

Ruan Yongsheng pretended not to see it, nodded at them, and then motioned for Wu to help him back to the hall.

There weren't many days when the two of them could be together, and he was going to sit in the courtyard to bask in the sun, but he decided to go back to the house and give the courtyard to the two of them.

Seeing the embarrassment and depression on Ruan Haocheng's face after being thrown away by Tian Xinmiao, the corners of Wu's mouth twitched, and he helped Ruan Yongsheng towards the hall.

"Just mess with those dishes, Xinmiao is weak, don't be tired."

Ruan Haocheng responded briskly, and when Ruan Yongsheng and Wu's voices disappeared at the door of the hall, he hurriedly held Tian Xinmiao's hand again, and smiled at her sweetly, "Daughter-in-law, let's continue to help the rest of the dishes." ”

Looking at the greenness and honesty on Ruan Haocheng's face when he smirked, Tian Xinmiao felt inexplicably down-to-earth in his heart.

The hand held by Ruan Haocheng adjusted his movements, clasped it tightly with his hand, bent the corners of his mouth at him, and gently responded to him.