Chapter 144 Who am I, huh?
"Oh, hold on..."
Through a window, moonlight filled the entire yard.
At night, the bees returning to their nests were so anxious that they were sweating profusely and almost lost their way. Finally, they found a flower that was about to bloom as a temporary habitat on the way, slowly folded their wings, and slowly crawled into the shelter of the greenhouse.
The night wind was blowing, the bamboo shadows were rustling with nectar, and even the little flower was swaying gently in the moonlight.
…
The bright moonlight is as gentle as water.
The charming whimpering sound seemed to melt into the water.
Fu Jingyou lovingly kissed Lu Miao's sweaty forehead, then moved down to his soft lips.
Fu Jingyou has always been gentle and humble towards Lu Miao.
But he himself is not the type of gentleman.
He is fierce and wild by nature.
Lu Miao asked him not to bully her.
She felt like an inconspicuous flower bud on the grassland hillside.
One day, the dominant lion happened to pass by and discovered this small and tender flower bud on the hillside.
In the darkness, the lion's wild and possessive eyes are simply terrifying.
The lion seemed to like this small flower bud very much. He lay on the ground, licking and ravaging it, trying to urge it to bloom.
…
Just one release is not enough.
Lu Miao struggled to escape.
Fu Jingyou lowered his voice again and coaxed her tenderly and tenderly.
"Miaomiao is not afraid."
"again……"
The autumn wind at night was suddenly mixed with the heat of summer.
Ling's sexy lips, emitting heat, touched the young girl's soft lips.
Under the entangled breath, he forced the delicate and shy girl to turn over.
"Hmm..."
His chest, completely soaked with sweat, pressed against Lu Miao's fair back.
Lu Miao clutched the pillowcase tightly on the side of his face with both hands.
Fu Jingyou placed his big hand on the back of her hand and clasped her hand tightly between his fingers.
“Miaomiao, Miaomiao…”
His voice was low and deep, and the breath that came out of his chest was as hot as magma.
Lu Miao answered unconsciously:
"Um?"
"Who am I? Huh?"
The breath sprayed on Lu Miao's ear.
He placed a lingering kiss on her ear:
"who I am?"
"You are, you are a pig! You are not a good person!"
Fu Jingyou's Adam's apple slid, his narrow waist tilted, and his chest pressed against her smooth back.
"Hmm? Who am I?"
Lu Miao suddenly burst into tears.
"Fu Jingyou, you are Fu Jingyou!..."
The creaking sound of the bed continued until the second half of the night.
Lu Miao fell into a deep sleep in a daze. The next day, when the cock crowed and the sky was bright, she squinted her eyes and her consciousness was hazy. She couldn't get up.
After Fu Jingyou had a high fever, it was now Lu Miao's turn.
Fu Jingyou asked Chen Guifen to come over and help take care of the child early in the morning, while he hurried to the brigade to borrow a bicycle and went to the town to buy antipyretics.
Fu Jingyou came back at noon and Lu Miao's forehead was still hot.
He fed Lu Miao the medicine while Chen Guifen stood aside, wringing her hands. After hesitating for a long time, she said:
"When you have time, do you want to go to the mountains and burn some paper money for your parents?"
"Lu Miao just got married and hasn't visited your parents' graves yet..."
Fu Jingyou knew what Chen Guifen meant.
There are some superstitious beliefs in rural areas that if children or family members fall ill for no reason, it is because deceased family members have returned to visit, etc.
Fu Jingyou and Lu Miao fell ill one after another, and Chen Guifen couldn't help but think too much.
Fu Jingyou shook his head and didn't believe it:
"Aunt, it's nothing. Lu Miao has a fever because..."
Fu Jingyou hesitated to speak.
Chen Guifen stared at him for a long time, and just as she was about to urge him to continue, she suddenly thought of something.
Fu Jingyou was sick before and recovered yesterday, but Lu Miao fell ill today.
Looking at Fu Jingyou's face full of indescribable expression, and then at the girl lying on the bed, her lips were red and obviously broken, and the slender wrists in the cuffs had faint purple marks on them.
"You are such a frivolous person!"
Chen Guifen was so embarrassed that she took off her clothes and hit Fu Jingyou.
"She's still young, how can she withstand your torture!"
Fu Jingyou protected his shoulders and arms, and his face was very hot.
"I know, I know, I'll get it next time."
"Next time?"
"There won't be a next time..."
Chen Guifen shook her head helplessly, feeling embarrassed but unable to do anything about it.
Fu Jingyou was looking after Lu Miao in the room, while Chen Guifen was outside the door, calling out the two old hens that had been delivered a few days ago.
After a long chase, Chen Guifen killed a chicken in the Fu family's backyard and made soup in the stove.
After instructing Fu Jingyou to remember to serve Lu Miao some drink after he woke up, Chen Guifen went home.
Lu Miao lay in bed for two days before he gradually recovered.
The soup made from free-range hens is very nourishing.
But Lu Miao's taste and appetite are also very picky.
She was disgusted by the chicken soup that was filled with thick oil.
She also refused to eat the chicken stewed in the soup because it was too dry.
In the end, he only ate two non-greasy chicken feet and chicken wings, and the rest went into Fu Jingyou's stomach. Most of the rest was taken to He's house by Fu Jingyou.
At the He family, He Hongjin looked at the chicken soup that was delivered and turned his head to look at Chen Guifen.
He Hongjin thought that his wife's cooking skills, which had been cultivated for many years, had temporarily declined because of the change of stove.
But after taking a sip, the aroma of oil and chicken in the chicken soup filled my mouth, and it was obviously not a problem of taste.
He Hongjin frowned and said "tsk", holding a big bowl of chicken soup, feeling puzzled and worried:
"T-T-T-You can't even eat something this good?"
"What else do you want to eat?"
"etc!"
He Hongjin's head buzzed as he remembered the rumors in the team some time ago. He suddenly slammed the table and glared at Fu Jingyou.
"Are you pregnant? You little bastard!"
"No, uncle, what are you thinking about!"
Fu Jingyou was startled.
Chen Guifen also stood up and stopped He Hongjin and scolded him:
"Don't you know what kind of personality he has? How could he do something so outrageous?"
He Hongjin felt relieved and sat down at the table again, but he felt inexplicably lost.
The Fu family only has one child now, so it would be a good thing if Lu Miao really got pregnant...
But he only thought about this in his heart and didn't say it out loud.
"So what should we do now?"
He Hongjin scratched his head, picked up the bowl and said:
"I can't even eat such delicious chicken soup. In a small village like this, is there anything more genuine and delicious than this?"
Fu Jingyou was silent for a while, then said truthfully:
"Miaomiao doesn't like heavy oils. She said she doesn't like chicken soup either. She prefers fried chicken."
"Fried chicken?"
Whether out of helplessness or anger, He Hongjin laughed and said:
"There's only one old hen left now. It's been raised for ages. Who would be willing to eat it if I fried it?"
Chen Guifen had an idea and said with a smile:
"An old hen can't bite it, but a young chicken can."
Fu Jingyou also reacted immediately.
The old hen is hard to chew when fried, and the soup is too oily.
But the young chicken can't.
Young chickens are generally male and female chickens that are just over 100 days old and have not yet opened their voices or laid eggs.
The meat is tender and can be chewed when fried.
The soup doesn't have much oil and is light and sweet.
Lu Miao would definitely like it.
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