Pastoral Relaxing Daughter-in-law Farmer
Chapter 399 Drunk
Go back to the village and finish lunch.
Su Yongqing had to rush back to the county seat in the afternoon, and Tan Anjun arranged for an escort.
Yang Lan'er asked Madam Wang to return to the county with her, and asked her to teach cook Su Yongqing how to use potatoes and sweet potatoes to make dishes and snacks, and ask her to stay in the county to help after she learns it, and don't come back for now.
After taking a nap, Yang Lan'er saw her husband sitting by the window reading a book, and said with a smile, "Why are you so relaxed this afternoon?"
Tan Anjun immediately glanced at him, and there was a flash of light in his dark eyes.
The little wife was wearing a high-waisted skirt as high as a light blue chest. The loose skirt only covered his somewhat convex stomach. A thin blue ribbon tied a beautiful ribbon in front of him.
Head with black and beautiful hair, tied high, revealing a graceful white neck.
Willow's brows curved, his eyes were like autumn water, his lips were like cherries, and every frown and smile was intoxicating.
This was obviously a very ordinary makeup, but it revealed an inexplicable charm.
With great difficulty, he retracted his eyes, rolled his jaw, put the book in his hand to the side, and smiled gently: "I'll be with you this afternoon, are you full?"
"Yes." Yeah." Yang Lan'er nodded, as if thinking of something again, she turned around and took out a book from the shelf next to her, took out the paper that was sandwiched in the book, and handed it to her: "Look, look, if you have any advice, you can give me some advice." Get out."
Tan Anjun smiled, picked it up casually and looked at it, the more he looked at it, the more he was shocked, and the more he looked cautious, when he raised his head, the smile on his face was long gone, replaced by service.
"Where did you get that?"
Does he know what this formula means?
He took it out casually.
Yang Lan'er pouted: "I copied it from a book in the ring, do you think it's worth it?"
If it was worth it, he would give it to Su Yongyuan to apply.
Hearing those words, Tan Anjun's eyes slightly changed, as if he understood, he leaned lazily behind the chair, and said lightly: "Do you want to cooperate with Su Yongyuan?"
Yang Lan'er smiled faintly, and asked: "Yes, Master Xianggong, what do you think? Is it worth it?"
"Miss, you're pregnant now! Pregnant woman! Do you understand? You can't just stay home and raise your baby quietly?" Tan Anjun gritted his teeth hard.
The wife of another's family was gentle and respectful, but her wife danced nonstop all day long!
Yang Lan'er's lips trembled, and he said dejectedly: "I know you have a son in my stomach, I only offered an idea, Su Yongyuan will worry about everything in the future, so I'll worry about everything in the future, isn't that okay?"
Tan Anjun's mouth twitched: "..."
A boy?
He watched her speak more softly and more sadly, his clear eyes were covered in mist.
On the smooth face, the mouth is pouting, ready to hang the oil bottle.
Seeing the charming and capricious appearance of the little wife, half of the anger in her stomach immediately disappeared, and she stroked her forehead helplessly: "Send this matter to me to discuss with Su Yongyuan, and she caressed him helplessly, and let it be. In the future, you will remember to pay dividends."
After he finished speaking, he got up and flicked his robe, and went to look for Su Yongyuan holding the paper.
Okay, if you want to worry about it, let you worry about it.
Yang Lan'er seemed to think of something else, and shouted to Tan Anjun who was about to walk out the door: "Master, this will be the Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days, old man, this will be the Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days, what gifts will you send there?"