Huang Tinghui coldly stuffed the prawn into the little girl's mouth.

The ignorant little girl turned her head, and when she looked at Huang Tinghui again, the shrimp tail of the prawn was exposed.

Her cheeks bulged, and she looked so cute.

The little girl was still wandering in the world just now, where did she think of Huang Tinghui's sudden attack.

"Husband!" The little girl's voice is also very cute.

Huang Tinghui, who originally just wanted to play a prank, was also stunned for a while.

This girl, she grew up eating cuteness.

How can it be so cute!

Am I teasing myself again?

Huang Tinghui hurriedly lowered his head to hide his flustered, deer-bumping heart.

"Eat, eat!" Huang Tinghui put a piece of fish meat in his mouth, and he hurriedly picked up the rice.

The little girl didn't know why, she just looked at Huang Tinghui blankly.

The rays of the setting sun scattered across the earth, gilding the earth with a layer of gold.

It just so happened that a glimmer of sunset light fell on Huang Tinghui's rather handsome cheeks.

At this time, Huang Tinghui is like the son who came out of the painting.

It's so handsome that I don't know how to describe it.

Seeing this scene, the little girl's little heart couldn't stop jumping "plop, plop".

"Shame to death, shame to death!" The little girl also immediately lowered her head and desperately picked up the food.

But the little girl thought about it again, what happened to her husband?

I am the wife of Tinghui's brother, the wife he passed through and the Ming media is marrying.

Look twice, it doesn't matter.

So the little girl held the porcelain bowl, looked at Huang Tinghui twice, and took two bites of rice.

Look at Huang Tinghui twice, and then take two bites of rice.

"Lian'er, that ......" Huang Tinghui pointed to the empty plate and reminded the little girl, "That plate is empty!" ”

"I'm done!"

"Huh?" The little girl looked at it fixedly, and the dishes on the small plate had already been sandwiched.

Didn't you just hold a dish on an empty plate for a long time?

Thinking of this, the little girl just wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into.

"Husband...... Husband......"

"Lian'er go wash the dishes, go ...... Go wash the dishes! The little girl walked to the kitchen with a small porcelain bowl full of rice.

When Huang Tinghui saw this scene, he couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

It's stupid.

Cute to death!

"Lian'er, that ......"

"Are you going to wash your hands and hold the bowl full of rice?"

As soon as Huang Tinghui reminded her, the little girl found herself walking to the kitchen with a small porcelain bowl that had not finished eating rice.

In an instant, a red glow flew onto the little girl's blown-up face.

The roots of the little girl's ears turned red in an instant.

"Sit down, let's have a good meal!"

"There are so many dishes, but they can't be wasted!" Huang Tinghui picked up a crab and tasted it carefully.

The meal was eaten for a long time, until the sun had completely set.

Huang Tinghui moved the wooden table back to the kitchen.

After washing the dishes and chopsticks, the sky was completely dark.

Huang Tinghui stepped aside and touched the fine sand that had been scooped up from the river.

By this time, the fine sand had become extremely dry.

Tomorrow you just need to spread this river sand on the ground and smooth it out a bit.

Find another branch, and Huang Tinghui can practice calligraphy through this fine sand.

Before buying pen, ink, paper and inkstone, these river sand were Huang Tinghui's tools for practicing calligraphy.

"Husband, it's getting dark!"

The voice of the little girl came from the quilt, and the little girl wrapped her body in the quilt, shyly tight.

"Hmm!"

"Got it!" Huang Tinghui clapped his hands and went to the "tap water" to rinse his hands again.

After wiping his hands with a towel, he got into the quilt that the little girl had warmed for herself.

Holding the little girl's soft body with both hands, smelling the little girl's body fragrance.

Huang Tinghui fell asleep deeply.

……

"Oh oh oh ......" With the crowing of the rooster, Huang Tinghui turned over and continued to sleep.

For ordinary people in this era, the sound of a rooster crowing is the sound of starting labor.

But for Wong, the sound of the rooster crowing is just an alarm clock he set before.

The alarm clock will ring regularly, but every time Huang Tinghui is half awake and half asleep, he only thinks about smashing the alarm clock.

"Husband, Lian'er has removed the weeds in the ground!"

In a daze, Huang Tinghui seemed to hear the little girl's words.

He just responded, "Hmm! ”

I continued to sleep again.

I don't know how long I slept, but the sound outside the thatched house became a little louder.

The free-range hen makes a "clucking" sound.

Huang Tinghui had to get dressed and get up, and after he washed up, he saw the newly cultivated vegetable garden not far away.

The little girl was weeding seriously.

Huang Tinghui smiled, he knew that the little girl's temperament was like this.

If she wasn't allowed to do her work, she would only feel uncomfortable.

Huang Tinghui also simply went with her.

In the kitchen, the morning meal is already ready.

Before the little girl removed the weeds, she had already prepared these things for Huang Tinghui.

Huang Tinghui divided five by two, and ate the meal cleanly.

After washing the dishes and chopsticks, Huang Tinghui set his eyes on the river sand in the dustpan not far away.

The fine river sand has completely dried out.

Perfect for practicing calligraphy.

It's sunny and the temperature is right now, and there's nothing important to do for the time being.

It's just the right time to practice calligraphy.

Just do it, and after making up his mind, Huang Tinghui started to do it.

He took four straight sticks of wood, which he had made yesterday.

Arrange the strips into a rectangular shape.

Then, Huang Tinghui spread the fine river sand in the dustpan evenly in the space fixed by the rectangular wooden strips.

Soon, the space was filled with river sand.

Huang Tinghui found the fifth stick, and the sand of the river was smoothed out.

Then he picked up a stick.

Looking at the smooth river sand, Huang Tinghui stood solemnly on the side and fell into thought.

"What to write?"

Soon, a glimmer of light flashed in Huang Tinghui's head.

He knew what to write.

"The arrows are fighting endlessly, and the sweat ditch is full of blood and peach blossom rain."

Looking at the vigorous and powerful words on the river sand, Huang Tinghui nodded with satisfaction.

Not to mention anything else, in this era, this word of his own, is no worse than those Jinshi.

Erasing this line with a wooden strip, Huang Tinghui looked up at the little girl who was already standing beside him.

"Husband, did you just write a poem?"

"Is it a poem written by the husband himself?" The little girl asked curiously.

"It was written by a person whom my husband admires and respects very much!" Huang Tinghui said with a smile.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he saw Huang Tinghui smiling and looking at the little girl standing beside him.

He suddenly said to the little girl: "Lian'er, is it okay for your husband to teach you to write?" ”

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