Huang Tinghui stuffed the prawn into the little girl's mouth without warning.

When the confused little girl turned around and looked at Huang Tinghui, the tail of the prawn was exposed.

Her cheeks were bulging, and she looked extremely cute.

The little girl was wandering in the sky just now, and she didn't expect Huang Tinghui's sudden attack.

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

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

This girl, she grew up eating cute things.

How can it be so cute!

Did I tease myself again?

Huang Tinghui quickly lowered his head to hide his panic and turbulent heart.

"Eat, it's time to eat!" Huang Tinghui put a piece of fish into his mouth and hurriedly cooked the rice.

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

The rays of the setting sun scattered on the earth, coating it with a layer of golden color.

It happened that a ray of sunset fell on Huang Tinghui's pretty face.

At this time, Huang Tinghui looked like the young master walking out of the painting.

So handsome that I don't know how to describe it.

Seeing this scene, the little girl's heart couldn't stop beating "thump, thump".

"I'm so ashamed, I'm so ashamed!" The little girl immediately lowered her head and struggled to grab her rice.

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

I am the wife of Tinghui's brother. I am his prostitute and the wife of Ming Media.

Just take a look, it doesn't matter.

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

Look at Huang Tinghui again and take two bites of rice.

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

"The food is finished!"

"Ah?" The little girl took a closer look and saw that all the food on the small plate had long been taken away.

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

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

"Husband...husband..."

"Lianer, go wash the dishes, go... wash the dishes!" The little girl walked to the kitchen carrying a small porcelain bowl filled with rice.

Huang Tinghui couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene.

Really stupid.

That's so cute!

"Lian'er, that..."

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

After Huang Tinghui reminded her, the little girl realized that she was walking to the kitchen carrying a small porcelain bowl with unfinished rice.

In that moment, red clouds flew onto the little girl's delicate face.

The little girl's ears turned red instantly.

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

"There are so many dishes, but we can't waste them!" Huang Tinghui picked up a crab and tasted it carefully.

The meal lasted for a long time until the sun completely set.

Huang Tinghui moved the wooden table back to the kitchen.

After washing the dishes and chopsticks, the sky had completely plunged into darkness.

Huang Tinghui walked aside and touched the fine sand collected from the river.

At this time, the fine sand has become extremely dry.

Tomorrow we just need to spread the river sand on the ground and smooth it out.

Find another branch, and Huang Tinghui can use the fine sand to practice calligraphy.

Before buying pen, ink, paper and inkstone, these river sands were Huang Tinghui's calligraphy practice tools.

"Husband, it's getting dark!"

The little girl's voice came from the quilt. The little girl wrapped her body in the quilt, shyly and tightly.

"Um!"

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

After wiping his hands clean with a towel, he got into the bed that the little girl had warmed for him.

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

Huang Tinghui fell into a deep sleep.

…

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

For ordinary people in this era, the sound of rooster crow is the sound of starting work.

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

The alarm clock will ring regularly, but every time Huang Tinghui is half awake and half asleep, he just wants to smash the alarm clock.

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

In a daze, Huang Tinghui seemed to have heard what the little girl said.

He just responded, "Yeah!"

He continued to sleep again.

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

The free-range hens make a "clucking" sound.

Huang Tinghui had no choice but to get dressed and get up. After washing himself, he saw the newly cultivated vegetable garden not far away.

The little girl was weeding carefully.

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

If she is not allowed to do her work, she will only feel uncomfortable all over.

Huang Tinghui simply went with her.

In the kitchen, the morning meals are already prepared.

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

Huang Tinghui divided the food into two by three times and five times, and finished the meal like a whirlwind.

After washing the dishes, Huang Tinghui focused his attention on the river sand in the dustpan not far away.

The fine river sand has completely dried.

Very suitable for practicing calligraphy.

The sun is shining right now, the temperature is suitable, and there is nothing important to do for the time being.

It's a good time to practice calligraphy.

Just go ahead and do it. After making up your mind, Huang Tinghui got started.

He took four straight wooden strips, which he had made yesterday.

Arrange the wooden strips into a rectangular shape.

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

Soon, the space was filled with river sand.

Huang Tinghui found the fifth piece of wood and smoothed the river sand.

Then, he picked up a tree stick.

Looking at the flat river sand, Huang Tinghui stood aside and fell into thought.

"What to write?"
To be continued...