When Zhou Xiaoyuan came back, he was carrying a grapevine and a basket of grapes.

He casually shouted, "Little one." ”

Jo heard the sound in the house again, and quickly ran out of it, and walked over to take the basket in his hand.

Zhou Xiao didn't give it, first put the grapevine in the corner of the wall, then carried the grapes into the kitchen, took out a bunch from it, washed it and put it on a plate and put it in her hand.

"Eat it and see if it's sweet."

Qiao said unconvinced: "Brother Yuan, I can also work and carry the basket, why don't you let me touch it." ”

"With me, where do you need to do those rough jobs, do you look down on your brother Yuan, and think I'm useless?" Zhou Xiaoyuan always has machismo that can't be hidden in his bones at such times.

Things like working to earn money to support the family are like daughters-in-law doing it, and he will lose face.

Qiao got used to it again, and he didn't argue with him, he ate a grape by himself, and didn't forget to feed it to Zhou Xiaoyuan's mouth.

"Brother Yuan, where did the grapes come from, so fresh."

"I bought it in the brigade, I planted this vine in this corner, I don't know if I can live."

"Why don't you take it back to the county and plant it at home?" Joe was puzzled again.

Zhou Xiaoyuan said: "I'll look for it again when I go back, there is no here, you haven't eaten fresh fruit for a long time, there are only apples and pears, not fresh." ”

"Brother Yuan, you are too extravagant, you used to be at home, and it was good to be able to eat apples once a year."

Qiao smashed her mouth again, feeling that time flies so fast, and her living conditions have also undergone earth-shaking changes, as if she hadn't eaten meat for a long time when she first crossed over, and later after marrying Zhou Xiaoyuan, she never suffered again.

At least she's living a good life in this era.

"If you can live a good life, why go back and live a hard life."

"You can eat with peace of mind, I can still afford this little thing."

"If you don't eat, I work so hard, isn't it meaningless." Zhou Xiaoyuan used a bland tone to say words that cared about her.

Joe couldn't help but kiss him on the cheek again.

"Sweat again......" Zhou Xiaoyuan was helpless.

Joe wiped his mouth again, his eyes crooked with a smile: "Salty, hehe." ”

"Stupid or not." Zhou Xiaoyuan knocked her on the head.

Qiao deliberately raised his eyebrows again: "What, Brother Yuan, don't you like it?" ”

Zhou Xiaoyuan's deep eyes glanced at her, directly pulled the person into his arms, kissed him fiercely, and showed whether he liked it or not.

"Oops, it's all sweat." Joe was deliberately disgusted again.

Zhou Xiaoyuan threw away the shovel in his hand, picked her up and walked into the house, saying, "It's okay, I'll help you wash it together in a while." ”

The implication of this is to proclaim something in the daytime.

Qiao was startled by him again, and hugged his arm with both hands: "Brother Yuan, no, you forgot that this is not in our house?" ”

"It's okay, they won't be back so soon."

Zhou Xiaoyuan went to kiss her, and Qiao was kissed again, and pinched him angrily: "It's hot." ”

"Hot? Or do you hate me? Xiaoyi, you actually dislike me. Zhou Xiaoyuan used that handsome face to be coquettish, and Qiao coughed lightly again, a little unbearable.

"It's hot, who dislikes you, don't talk nonsense." Joe leaned in again and kissed him on the face, comforting someone.

Zhou Xiaoyuan's eyes brightened instantly, and he took the initiative to kiss her so breathlessly that when he was about to do business, Meng Maosheng's voice sounded outside the door.

(End of chapter)