Chief Assistant's Fugitive Wife

Chapter 8
"Then you should fix it well."

Tang Miaoyan left a message in a nonchalant manner, turned around and left.

Compared to the original body's dedication for more than ten years, what is it worth if he just repairs a door latch?
Tang Miaoyan had already figured it out in the time it took to make breakfast.

She can't leave just yet.

Except that Su Yuheng watched too closely.

The most important thing is that he owes Tang's father and daughter more than ten years of kindness, which is both life-saving and nurturing.

She hasn't asked him to get it back yet.

Leaving him like this is really too cheap for him.

"Wash the bowl."

Use a handkerchief to wipe off the grease from the corners of her mouth, she ordered without even moving her brow.

The man who was about to put down the chopsticks was taken aback for a moment, and stared at the opposite woman with incredulous black eyes.

"Did the lady hurt her hand while cooking? Why didn't you tell my husband?"

In the past ten years, Su Yuheng had never done housework, and Tang Miaoyan did not allow him to do it.

Suddenly being ordered by Tang Miaoyan to wash the dishes, he subconsciously thought she was injured.

Tang Miaoyan looked directly into his concerned eyes, and reprimanded him coldly:
"From today onwards, the Tang family will set the house rules. Cooking and washing dishes, laundry and tidying up the room, picking vegetables and watering the field, chopping firewood and fetching water. You choose one of each! As for other temporary extra tasks, you have to share half of them. "

In fact, she originally wanted to leave all these things to Su Yuheng.

Even if he worked for a full year, it would not be worth the past ten years.

But when he thought about this morning, he only spent an hour repairing the broken latch.

She was really afraid that if she entrusted him to do it all, she might starve to death a second time.

Reluctantly, she decided to share half of it for him.

Su Yuheng took a deep look at her and said nothing.

He beckoned Gu Cheng to come over and took out a big money bag.

"This is all the savings for my husband. From now on, I will hand it over to my wife for safekeeping. From now on, all the salary and income will be handed over to my wife's hard management."

Huh~
Is this taking money for free?

Tell her, the male leads the outside, and the female leads the inside?
"Husband, do you still remember how you made it through the ten-year cold window?"

Tang Miaoyan took the money with peace of mind, but stopped Su Yuheng who was about to get up and leave with one word.

The handsome man looked at her with a complicated expression, with guilt, remorse, and helplessness and irritability of not being able to change the past in his eyes.

"Of course my husband remembers. It is the father-in-law and the wife who have worked so hard to provide for them."

Tang Miaoyan stood up slowly, dangling the rope hooking the purse, and announced with a smile:
"Since my husband knows that the money you gave me was earned by me and my father supporting you. Then how can you use the money that belongs to me to buy my labor? Husband slowly brush and choose slowly. Can't you?" That's okay! Because...it can be redone."

Under Su Yuheng's astonished and speechless eyes, Tang Miaoyan straightened her back and left triumphantly.

"My lord, let's come down to do these things! You still have official duties..."

Gu Cheng came to his senses in the astonishment of being convinced that his wife had tricked the adults again, and immediately offered himself to share his master's worries.

Su Yuheng turned his head and glanced at him coldly, then asked rather unwillingly:

"Aren't you sent to follow by the superior because of your official position?"

"..."

Gu Cheng immediately shut up.

The lady tames her husband well.

admire!

admire!

When Su Yuheng smashed the fourth bowl in the kitchen, Tang Miaoyan really couldn't sit still in the room.

"Su Yuheng, what kind of temper do you have? There are only a few bowls in the house, and they are all gone. Do you use a bowl for lunch?"

Tang Miaoyan ran into the kitchen angrily holding up the hem of her skirt, and the He Dong lion roared.

"The plate is oily and slippery."

Su Yuheng stood among a pile of broken porcelain, explaining angrily and unwillingly.

Tang Miaoyan approached and looked at the cold water basin where there were few dishes left, pinching the center of her brows with a headache, she was so angry that she didn't even have the energy to shout.

"If there is oil, use hot water to brush it! You wash it with cold water over and over again, have you seen the effect? ​​Don't you know how to use your brain?"

Su Yuheng was stunned by her yelling, he looked at the dishes that were not cleaned at all, and then looked at the hot water in the pot that had been extinguished long ago.

Only then did he realize that the two things that had nothing to do with each other in his eyes were meant to be put together.

He quickly put down the bowl to get the gourd scoop, originally intending to heat the water.

Who would have imagined that with oil in his hands, he couldn't hold the smooth gourd ladle at all.

"Snapped."

The water ladle fell into the hot water pot, causing a large splash.

"careful!"

He reacted quickly, he took a step forward and blocked Tang Miaoyan behind him.

Fortunately, the firewood was removed before the meal, and the water temperature was not so high that it would cause burns.

It's just that his lower abdomen was so wet that even the hem of his clothes was damp in the blink of an eye.

Tang Miaoyan closed her eyes severely, and silently read in her heart.

This is a punishment for Su Yuheng, this is a punishment for Su Yuheng.

If she washes the dishes for him, wouldn't it be her fault?
It took a long time to open his eyes, facing Su Yuheng's embarrassing and apologetic black eyes, gritted his teeth and said coldly:
"Add a chore, wipe the kitchen floor clean."

Turn around and leave.

She didn't even give him an extra look.

Su Yuheng watched her thin back as she left like a rock, and looked down at his robe covered in water.

It's cold in spring, it's really cold.

In the past, Tang Miaoyan would have personally helped him change his clothes.

He was annoyed then.

Now Tang Miaoyan is really leaving as soon as she wants, she doesn't care at all that he is wearing wet clothes, and she wants him to finish all the work before leaving.

Unexpectedly, he was nostalgic for her back, expecting her to look back at him even if it was just a glance.

He must be crazy!

Su Yuheng quickly withdrew his gaze, abandoned the inexplicable annoyance, and hurriedly heated water to wash the dishes.

"Miaoyan, there's an opera singer from the next village! Come on, let's go and have a look."

As soon as Su Yuheng came out of the kitchen, he saw Bai Qingqing lying on Tang Miaoyan's window, shouting excitedly.

"Row."

Tang Miaoyan responded cheerfully and happily, walking out of the room while talking.

As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he saw Su Yuheng looking over at a glance.

"The housework isn't done yet."

The man was covered in water and stood there, looking at her with cold and proud eyes, reminding her in a deep voice.

"What have you thought about doing?"

Tang Miaoyan raised her eyebrows.

"Clean up the room, water the ground, and fetch water."

He picked out all the hard work.

But even if all the chores left behind are not tiring, it still takes time to do.

Where else do you have time to go to a theater in a neighboring village?
"I've already done the laundry, picked vegetables before cooking, and there's firewood in the barn."

So there is no life at all, why can't she play?
"..."

Su Yuheng really wanted to blurt out that he couldn't do it.

But when the words came to his lips, he felt ashamed, so he could only watch silently as the two sisters left the house happily.

"How could you know him? In your eyes, besides your number one gentleman, when have you ever pretended to be of the opposite sex? Cut!"

In front of the crowded stage, Bai Qingqing couldn't help rolling her eyes and handing over her handkerchief.

(End of this chapter)