Chen Fan stretched out his hand.
Bai Luo asked someone to go over: "Wait, I'll make you a cup of tea first!"
Bai Luo walked to the next room. After a while, Bai Luo came back with a cup of tea and a pair of chopsticks.
Chen Fan was holding the tea in his hand and was stunned for a moment: "Wife, didn't you want to make tea for me? How come there is a little water on the wolfberries in the quilt?"
Bai Luo rolled her eyes at Chen Fan and said coquettishly, "Bad guy, this is tea, wolfberry tea, a tonic recipe that my father personally experienced!"
"But, how can we drink it if we do this?"
Chen Fan had a bitter face.
Bai Luo handed the chopsticks to Chen Fan: "Here, look, I thoughtfully prepared chopsticks for you..."
Chen Fan: “???”
Chen Fan was stunned for a moment, then he took the chopsticks, gritted his teeth, tilted his head back and swallowed in big mouthfuls.
Finally, Chen Fan, holding a large mouthful of wolfberries, rushed towards Bai Luo and mumbled, "Witch, I will fight you to the death..."
Bai Luo: “.......” Why does it feel a bit dangerous?
The next day, Chen Fan habitually wanted to get up early to make breakfast. Just as he was about to get out of bed, his legs went limp.
Bai Luo also woke up. She pulled Chen Fan back and said, "Alright, you worked hard last night. You should rest for a while. I'll make breakfast!"
Chen Fan lay back down, looking at Bai Luo, who was walking vigorously with a radiant face.
He finally understood that it is like this: There is no land that is plowed to death, only oxen that are worked to death!
Woo woo woo,
I am this hardworking old ox...
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