Dressed as a villain's wife

Chapter 165 Boiling Stones

"Get up soon!"

While urging Shen Wenchen to get up, Nanzhi changed Xiao Zhiyu's pants.

Fortunately, she brought Zhiyu an extra pair of trousers, otherwise he would have been huddled in a cup all day today.

Looking at Nan Zhi's back, Shen Wenchen scratched his head, and just as he tried to get up with his hands, he felt the wetness of his palms.

Looking down, there is now a dark "map" on the thick bedding.

Looking at his son who was naked beside him, Shen Wenchen burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at, put on your clothes and pack up the quilt." Nan Zhi put on his pants for Zhiyu, and when he heard Shen Wenchen there, he just turned around and gave him a blank look.

"Okay, okay, I never thought that Zhiyu would wet the bed even at the age of four."

Shen Wenchen's face was full of tenderness, and he consciously tidied up the quilt after putting on his clothes.

"If you hadn't blocked me, Zhiyu wouldn't have peed his pants." Seeing him obediently tidying up the quilt, Nanzhi gradually dissipated the anger in his heart.

take it easy.

Aunt Osmanthus took Shen Miaomiao out of the car to cook, while Li Shi saw that there was no one in the car and climbed up again.

Shen Shen, who hadn't slept all night, is now black and blue, and he can't lift his spirits no matter what.

"Brother, why don't you go to sleep for a while..." Shen Miaomiao couldn't help feeling worried when she looked at her brother.

"It's okay, it's okay." Shen Zhong pulled himself together and waved his hands.

Aunt Osmanthus looked at him and felt that she hated iron.

Did you really go to coax all night last night?
Even if he is not happy about his cowardly temper, he is his own son after all.

Seeing his appearance, Aunt Osmanthus also felt distressed.

In the end, he blamed himself for not teaching him well, even when he went to Li's family to propose marriage, he was wrong.

Seeing his wife like this, Shen San also understood that she loved her son, but she really didn't want to let Mrs. Li be her daughter-in-law again.

Only then did he get up and sit on the heavy side.

"father……"

Seeing his son's appearance, Shen San was also a little dissatisfied, but he still said, "Go and confess your mistake to Niang."

Shen Shen looked at Aunt Osmanthus' busy back and shook his head: "Mother is probably still angry with me at the moment, so I still don't want to go."

Seeing that he was sullen and unwilling to go over, Shen San also felt that his son's brain was missing a root.

Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, but he is too lazy to take care of them.

As soon as the fire was lit, Aunt Osmanthus lifted the lid of the pot and saw the frozen chicken heads and feet inside, and she couldn't help but feel a little disgusted.

This Mrs. Li is also lazy.

After emptying out everything in the pot, he called Shen Miaomiao over to make some steamed buns.

It's freezing cold now, if I don't eat enough, my legs will be weak when I walk, and I won't be able to use my strength.

Mother Lin also started steaming steamed buns with her two daughters-in-law.

At this time, you have to eat something to fill your stomach.

The men in the Lin family have big appetites, and with the addition of Shen Wenchen, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law used a lot of black noodles to make two solid big steamed buns.

The three little ones played together after waking up, while the adults were busy cooking and feeding the mules.

After eating and drinking enough, the group hurried on their way again.

Seeing that Nanzhi was also wrapped into a ball and supported the carriage, Shen Wenchen stopped riding at all, and just stood beside Nanzhi and walked together.

From time to time, she could feel a scorching stare staring at her, and Nan Zhi was also a little uncomfortable, but every time she turned her head to look over, Shen Wenchen always looked at the front, and turned her head to ask herself in doubt. Let's see what he does.

After going back and forth several times, Nanzhi simply put it in a mess, let's just watch it, if he likes to watch it, let it go.

It wasn't until the car stopped for a rest that Nan Zhi sat on the car beam and squeezed his calf.

Although it didn't snow last night, my feet were still very cold while driving.

Shen Wenchen looked at her somewhat soaked shoes and frowned slightly.

I'm afraid the socks won't dry if the shoes are wet. It's no wonder that my feet don't get sores when I walk in wet shoes and socks in such cold weather.

No wonder Nan Nan was secretly warming up when he found them yesterday.

I still eat steamed buns at noon, but I take out the leftover steamed buns from the morning and heat them up to continue eating.

"Mother-in-law, I want to borrow a small pot."

Lin's mother was busy heating steamed buns, and she was stunned for a while when she saw her son-in-law coming, but why does he want a pot?
You think the steamed buns she made are not tasty, so you want to cook by yourself?
"Is this okay?"

Although she was surprised, Mother Lin still took a small pot from the ground and handed it to him.

"Thank you, mother-in-law." After taking the pot handed over by Lin's mother, Shen Wenchen thanked him and went to pretend to be snowing.

Waiting for the snow water to boil, I picked up a few clean stones and put them into the pot.

Watching him throw stones into the pot, Mother Lin's curious face turned dark now.

That pot is used to cook porridge for the three little dolls.

What did she think her son-in-law wanted to borrow the pot for, after a long time, he used the pot to cook stones?
Lin Yicheng, Lin Ercheng, and Father Lin were sitting at the side resting, but now they looked at Shen Wenchen and frowned.

Could it be boiled stones or some folk recipe?
Guessing that the stones in the pot were all hot, Shen Wenchen took the pot back to his mule cart.

"Nannan, take off your shoes and socks."

Nan Zhi, who was huddled in the car to keep warm, was taken aback when he heard his words, and his ears turned red immediately.

What is this man talking about!

"Father, why do you want Mommy's shoes? Mommy's feet are too small, you can't wear them."

Xiao Zhiyu poked her head out of the car and said with a smile.

"Father doesn't wear your mother's shoes, go in quickly, don't burn it." Shen Wenchen rubbed his son's little head to keep him away from the pot, and then continued to explain with a smile.

"I see that your shoes and socks are all wet, I'll dry them for you, and you'll be comfortable wearing them on your way later..."

Hearing what he said, Nanzhi blinked, a little curious.

dry?

How to dry it?

Is it possible to use internal force to dry it like in martial arts novels?

But wouldn't it be too wasteful to bake shoes with internal force?

Although I feel embarrassed, it is very uncomfortable when I walk with wet shoes and socks.

After hesitating for a while, Nan Zhi took out his shoes and socks wisely.

A pair of shoes that were originally apricot-colored had now turned gray, even with a new pair of insoles inside, they looked a bit flimsy.

Finding that Shen Wenchen frowned looking at his shoes, Nan Zhi's redness that had just subsided rose to his face again.

Why did she forget that she has been wearing these shoes for a month!
There were only two pairs of shoes in the house before, one pair was too worn out when she ran away from the famine, and the other pair was lost when she fainted. I have been wearing this pair of shoes for more than a month. shoe.

It was okay at the beginning, and I didn't have much time to go down when I was sitting in the car.

Later, her body got better, and after the weight of the mule came down, she followed it from time to time.

It was mud and snow again, and my shoes were already dirty.

"Either, or you can give it back to me..."

Nanzhi hesitated and stretched out his hand for a long time, trying to get the shoes back.

Shen Wenchen saw her embarrassment but just shook his head.

"I'm late."

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