At the dinner table, Mu Wushuang's expression was a little strange, looking at Han Jiangxue, who had changed into home clothes and her jet-black hair was simply coiled, and he was still a little ashamed in his heart.

She originally thought that this unruly eldest lady surnamed Han married Ruoyu's brother and earned a lot of blood.

But when I thought of marrying Ruoyu's brother, I had to do laundry and cooking at home every day, and I did housework hard and complaining.

I also feel that marrying Ruoyu's brother seems to be different from the imaginary general's wife.

Oh no, it's a world of difference.

is so big that Mu Wushuang is a little afraid of marriage.

Even marrying Ruoyu's brother is like this, then marrying other men, how can you live this life...

Han Jiangxue gave the largest piece of braised pork clip to Zhang Ruoyu and the second largest braised pork clip to Mu Wushuang, she just sandwiched a piece of braised pork on the edge of the meat plate that was so small that even chopsticks were not easy to clip, and the food was still delicious...

Mu Wushuang ate this dinner dumbfounded, not to mention that it was not a taste in his heart.

She is a little princess of Beimang, she can't imagine that she will get married in the future, she will have to do laundry and cook at home, and she will have to be a cow and a horse for her husband's relatives and friends, serving tea and water.

This kind of day, it is difficult for Mu Wushuang, who has been pampered since childhood, to accept.

looked at Brother Ruoyu's eyes, and they also changed from longing, admiration, and admiration to parting.

She wants to seal her heart and lock her love, forgetting love.

She didn't want to be a general's wife anymore.

She didn't understand why marriage was described as a wall in the book, and now she still doesn't understand why it's just a wall.

It's a cage.

After eating and drinking, Han Jiangxue, who left the table early, brought a big red robe and a freshly cut fruit plate, and returned to the kitchen to brush the dishes with the dinner plate very virtuously.

He also put a cleaned ashtray on the coffee table for Ruoyu's brother to smoke.

Mu Wushuang's heart was cold.

In the past, she occasionally went to Ruoyu's brother's dormitory to help him make his bed and wash his smelly socks, but she was quite proud, complacent, and self-touched.

I feel that I am super gentle, super virtuous, and I will definitely be the virtuous help of Brother Ruoyu in the future.

But occasionally, she only once a month, or even once every two months.

How can she have the perseverance to wash every day, isn't that a maid?

If you wash too much, your hands will grow calloused, and they will be rough...

"Sister-in-law, you rest, I'll wash the dishes." Mu Wushuang wanted to do something for the man in her heart before breaking up with Ruoyu's brother, even if it was to brush the bowl once.

Han Jiangxue shook her head and refused, but was pulled by Zhang Ruoyu to sit on the sofa: "You rest, let this girl do some work, she is not so delicate." ”

"Yes."

Mu Wushuang grew up in Beimang since she was a child, although she was pampered, used to it, and lived like a little princess, but Beimang's style was fierce, and she was not so pretentious.

Although I don't want to do those rough chores every day, I can do it once in a while, and I can afford it.

I washed the dishes piled up in a mountain, cleaned the stove again, and finally washed the oil stains on the range hood.

Don't look at the lack of work, but you can do it carefully, most of the half an hour has passed, and your hands are sticky and oily, and it is very uncomfortable.

After finishing the work, she simply worked to the end, took a few bags of garbage downstairs and threw them away, tossing back and forth, Mu Wushuang, who hadn't eaten much, was a little hungry again...

When I went back to the house, I saw that Brother Ruoyu and Han Jiangxue were sitting on the sofa very quietly and casually watching TV, or watching the kind of ancient puppet drama that Mu Wushuang was naïve at the age of thirteen.

She was stupid.

Such a boring and dull life, how can you live...

Cook your own meals, do your own housework, do your own laundry, go to bed on time at night and go to work on time in the morning.

Mu Wushuang secretly sat on the pony, and secretly glanced at Han Jiangxue, who was invincible in his family: "Sister-in-law, I was joking with you before, don't take it to heart..."

Han Jiangxue's pretty face was calm and said with a smile: "Sister-in-law is not so stingy. ”

"Brother..."Mu Wushuang's red lips snorted, a little reluctant, and a little afraid.

Fortunately, I didn't marry Ruoyu's brother, or I wouldn't be able to live for three months at most...

She even looked at Brother Ruoyu like an ordinary housewife and man on the sofa, with his legs cocked, and he didn't like it as much as he used to in Beimang.

Isn't this an ordinary man?

"Huh?" Zhang Ruoyu took a sip of the teacup on the ground, and when he saw the male and female protagonists flirting and scolding on TV, he grinned and snickered fun.

So low-level...

"Actually, I came to Binhai this time, in addition to visiting you, my grandfather also assigned me a task." Mu Wushuang said tentatively.

"What task?" Zhang Ruoyu put down the teacup and asked lightly.

"Didn't Beimang make a North Cup, grandpa means that if you can attend the award at that time, the gold content of this North Cup will be high." Mu Wushuang said cautiously. "Grandpa said, it's okay to give awards in secret. Anyway, you have awarded the top ten gods of war in the Longqian Courtyard, let's Beimang's own awards, if you don't attend, it will be a little biased. ”

"North Cup?" Zhang Ruoyu frowned. "Childish, low-level."

"There are tens of thousands of participants in Beimang, and many military bigwigs have attended, wanting to learn the advanced concepts of Beimang." Mu Wushuang instigated. "Grandpa always thinks that if you don't come, it's almost funny, and Brother Long Fei thinks the same way."

"No, no." Zhang Ruoyu said lightly. "I have this kung fu, why don't..."

He frowned before he could finish speaking.

"Why are you pinching me?" Zhang Ruoyu glanced at Xue Bao.

"Xiao Dong participated, and he said that he had already made it to the finals." Han Jiangxue's red lips opened slightly.

"Oh." Zhang Ruoyu didn't think about it, and glanced back at Mu Wushuang. "I'll go."