Fu Ting is strong, hardworking, and down-to-earth. The land under his care has fertile soil that is turned over very well, so it will definitely grow good crops!

"You've cultivated the land so well," Ruan Jiaojiao praised sincerely.

Fu Ting answered without hesitation: "Farmers, there are no fields that are over-cultivated, only oxen that are overworked to death."

He had only intended to make a comment, but he didn't expect Ruan Jiaojiao's face to turn even redder, with the tips of her ears also turning crimson, and her big, grape-like eyes becoming watery.

Fu Ting: "..." He seemed to suddenly understand the true meaning of those words. It was a bit inappropriate to say such things in broad daylight.

"Ahem," Fu Ting coughed lightly, afraid that Ruan Jiaojiao would feel uncomfortable, and quickly changed the subject, saying, "I heard you made chicken soup? Where did we get the chicken?"

“Da Bao found it. There was a silly chicken that ran into a rock. I made braised chicken and chicken soup, and I thought I'd let you try it.”

Braised chicken? This was the first time Fu Ting had ever heard this term, and he felt a sense of novelty.

"My Jiaojiao is amazing," Fu Ting praised, then opened the food box.

Enough said, the fragrance is almost making Fu Ting dizzy.

But Fu Ting still asked Ruan Jiaojiao first: "Have you eaten? How much did you eat? Eat some more, and I'll eat what you leave behind after you finish."

Xiao Bao immediately said, "Mommy didn't eat it! My brother and I ate it, and Mommy said she wanted to eat with you!"

Fu Ting was deeply moved and said, "Okay, Jiao Jiao, you eat."

"Brother Ting, let's eat together. I like watching you eat."

"Jiaojiao, don't feel so sorry for your man. You are still the most important person in our family. Be good, eat. When your wife is happy, the whole family is happy."

"Brother Ting, if you're not going to eat, I'm not going to eat either. Let's just stay here and wait it out."

"..."

Da Bao and Xiao Bao's identical little heads kept turning, sometimes looking at Fu Ting, sometimes at Ruan Jiaojiao, twisting and turning in unison, so adorable!

There was also a bystander, Gu Yun, who stood there dumbfounded, almost overwhelmed by the stench of romance.

What the hell... are these two out of their minds? Have they lost their minds? It's just meat! If you won't eat it, I'll have it!

Just as Gu Yun was about to reach out, Fu Ting gave in first, saying, "Okay, let's eat and drink together. If we, husband and wife, are of one mind, even the hardest days will pass."

Gu Yun: "..." The chicken meat that was about to be eaten.

Ruan Jiaojiao noticed Gu Yun's craving, took two chicken carcasses, and gave Gu Yun her own chicken soup, saying, "Gu Yun, you should eat too. You've taken good care of my man all these years."

Gu Yun: "..."

He was just fantasizing, there was no need to feed him so much, right?

But it smells so good!

Gu Yun wanted to answer, but received a warning look from Fu Ting beside her.

Gu Yun quickly refused, saying, "Sister-in-law, you're a woman, you eat more, I won't eat anymore, my family sent me food."

"Eat, don't worry about your brother Ting. I, your sister-in-law, can handle this." Ruan Jiaojiao stood in front of Fu Ting to prevent him from doing anything wrong.

Gu Yun then accepted the chicken soup and chicken meat. His family also slaughtered chickens, but their chicken meat was nowhere near as delicious as Ruan Jiaojiao's!

It was so delicious that he wanted to gnaw the whole bowl clean!

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