Married a proud husband after farming

Chapter 144
On the other side of the medicine field, there was a vigil at night, so the small courtyard vacated two rooms, and Rong Jiu planned to use them to make wine, so he put the wine tanks there.

The small courtyard is very lively, buying herbs and fruits, it is very busy.

Yunniang and Qing'er were cleaning the fruit, Rong Jiu took a look, there were grapes, mulberries, plums, and red bayberries.

"Yun Niang, someone will bring wine jars over later, you wash them all and dry them," Rong Jiu said.

"Yes, ma'am."

Rong Jiu carried half a basket of mulberries, went back to the Shen family compound, and started making soap after lunch.

Because there are not many molds, Rong Jiu plans to make some matcha soap and mulberry soap first.

Seeing her sweating from the heat, Shen Cheng poured her a bowl of herbal tea, "Ah Jiu, I'll come, tell me what to do."

The caustic soda was already dissolved, Rong Jiu wiped the sweat off his face, drank the herbal tea and said, "Master, while stirring, pour in the matcha powder, and finally put the salt."

"it is good."

Rong Jiu was sitting at the table, holding his chin, looking at him with a smile.

"What are you looking at?" Seeing that he had been staring at him, Shen Cheng asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Rong Jiu shook his head, showing a bright smile: "I'm looking at you."

Shen Cheng laughed, his eyes glowed softly.

Tiredness hit him, Rong Jiu yawned, and the corners of his eyes glistened.

"Go back and take a nap, I'm here."

Rong Jiu took out herbal ointment and dabbed it on her temples: "I'm not sleepy, I want to be with you."

Shen Cheng had no choice but to let her go.

Rong Jiu washed the mulberries and fed one to Shen Cheng: "Is it delicious?"

When his lips touched her soft fingertips, Shen Cheng smiled slightly: "Sour."

"You still eat sour, are you stupid?"

"I like sour."

"Those who like sour are all vinegar jars."

Shen Cheng looked at her with scorching eyes: "So, if Ah Jiu looks at other men more, I'll be sour on you as a husband."

"Drowning three thousand, I will only take one scoop," Rong Jiu pointed to the sky, and said with a smile, "Master, I am so devoted to you!"

Shen Cheng smiled with satisfaction: "Ah Jiu better remember what he said."

"Natural nature."

Rong Jiu laughed repeatedly, pounding the mulberries into juice, which will be used to make mulberry soap later.

After half an hour, the soap liquid became thicker and thicker, Rong Jiu applied a thin layer of oil to the mold, so that after the soap liquid solidified, it would be easy to release from the mold.

After finishing the matcha soap, Rong Jiu brought a bowl of mulberry juice and brought it to Shen Cheng's lips: "Sir, I tasted it, it's very sweet."

Shen Cheng pursed his lips and smiled, leaned over to cover her lips, showing an expression of enjoyment: "It's really sweet."

Rong Jiuchun's heart fluttered immediately: "Master, you didn't taste carefully just now, come again."

Shen Cheng leaned close to her ear, and his lips touched her earlobe as if nothing happened: "Ah-Jiu is so bold to beg for love during the day."

The hot air sprayed against his ears, and Rong Jiu's mind was agitated for a moment, his white earballs were instantly stained with crimson, and he swallowed: "You are talking nonsense, I am not such a person!"

Shen Cheng hooked the corners of his lips, and Rong Jiu was tickled by his charming smile, and blurted out, "A date?"

Shen Cheng smiled, and put his mouth on her earlobe: "Indulging in lust will hurt your body."

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Not giving it to her, but still teasing her, Rong Jiu became angry in an instant.

"Shen Cheng, you bastard."

Rong Jiu hadn't finished cursing, but she was kissed by Shen Cheng until all her anger disappeared, and she was actually pinched to death, but what to do.

Shen Cheng took her hand, took a sip of mulberry juice, his gaze fell on her moist, red and swollen delicate lips with a smile: "It's not as sweet as Ah Jiu."

Rong Jiu blushed, and stuffed mulberry juice into his hand: "In the same way, make another pot of mulberry soap."

Shen Cheng frowned and smiled happily: "Okay."

(End of this chapter)