He was eager to explore further when his wife suddenly pushed him away.

"What? Wife?"

Does it taste like chicken blood?

Feng Tiezhu: ...

Of course not!

He then realized that he had been being sarcastic.

"No! I..."

"Splash!"

The door was suddenly opened, interrupting the atmosphere once again.

"Brother Tiezhu, there are so many people in the front yard who need your hospitality, why are you always holed up in your room! Don't worry, your wife won't run away!"

As he spoke, Feng Tiezhu was dragged out.

However, as he walked, he kept looking back at his wife, and the look of reluctance in his eyes made it seem like some melodramatic plot point about breaking up a loving couple.

…

Wen Qinghe had already pulled Yan Xiao to the banquet table as soon as the window was closed.

She never expected her best friend to be so proactive.

The room returned to quiet.

Tang Lingling looked frustrated and speechless.

She finally mustered up the courage to dress up today, thinking about the auspicious day of her wedding, and specially went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy a bright red lipstick.

It was actually described as chicken blood.

The worst part is that her girlfriends overheard it, and just thinking about it makes her feel hot all over.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Knock knock knock"

"Lingling, may I come in?"

"Come in."

Wen Qinghe walked in with a smile, carrying a paper bag and an oil paper package.

"Are you hungry? I brought some food, have a bite to tide you over."

As she spoke, she opened the oil paper package in her hand, revealing a fragrant roujiamo (Chinese hamburger).

Because it was the village chief's family hosting a banquet, there were so many people here today, from all around, that there wasn't enough room for everyone.

As soon as the dishes were served, the table was covered in hands.

Even if Wen Qinghe wanted to serve some food to Tang Lingling, she found that she couldn't compete with others.

The food in her bowl was all put on her plate by Yan Xiao. As soon as she finished eating, she quickly informed Yan Xiao and came over.

Tang Lingling's eyes widened in surprise, and she was about to speak:

I'm not hungry.

Immediately afterwards, her stomach started rumbling in opposition to her.

Then, she looked at Wen Qinghe awkwardly, and the two smiled at each other.

Without further ado, I took the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) from her and took a bite.

Tsk, I wonder where Qinghe got it from, it smells really good.

After watching Tang Lingling finish the last bite, Wen Qinghe mysteriously ran over to close the door.

Then, under Tang Lingling's inexplicable gaze, he handed her the paper bag he had just brought.

Tang Lingling: "What is this?"

"Hehe~ Good stuff."

Wen Qinghe smiled maliciously, "Why don't you open it and take a look?"