Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

  Su Haitang casually braided two low braids and hung them on her chest, and tied two floral handkerchiefs in a good mood before she opened the door and left the house.

  The room was quiet, no one was there.

  Su Haitang raised her eyebrows in surprise and ran to the East Room to see that the milk was indeed not there.

   She thoughtfully went out to the toilet, scooped water, washed her face and brushed her teeth.

   Milk is going to see the head of He, right? Not at home, did he go to Su Jianmin's place? Or the old village chief's house?

  Su Haitang thought about finishing herself, went back to the kitchen to lift the lid of the pot, and brought out a warm bowl of egg custard, the corners of her mouth curved up slightly.

   Milk still loves her.

   Scooped up a spoonful of the smooth and tender egg custard. Although there was only a little salt and chopped green onion, no soy sauce and sesame oil, it was still delicious.

   is the deepest taste in childhood memories.

   After a bite of the egg custard, Su Haitang was in a better mood.

Decided! She wants to eat egg custard made of milk for the rest of her life!

   Even if she is not the granddaughter of Dai, she will not leave Dai. The big deal is to take the milk with you, anyway, the milk will definitely enjoy the happiness with her.

   The tangled heart in her heart was resolved, Su Haitang rolled her eyes and ate more sweetly.

   He Junfeng stood silently in the yard, looking at the girl who was eating egg custard in front of the pot table from a distance.

  She ate deliciously. A simple bowl of egg custard, but it tasted like the delicacy of mountains and seas.

   No wonder she is so thin.

   Zhang Yue'e was beside her with a complicated expression, also looking at her granddaughter who was happily eating breakfast.

   She was a little unsure if it was the right thing to do.

  No, she knew it was the right thing to do, it was worthy of her conscience, and it was also good for her granddaughter; but she was a little worried that her granddaughter would be unhappy.

  This child has a heavy heart, and if he misunderstands, he won't want her anymore...

   As long as Zhang Yue'e thought about it like this, her heart was heavy and she wanted to sigh.

   That’s all, to be worthy of conscience, the granddaughter will understand.

  Su Haitang ate half a bowl of egg custard, and the bright eyes behind her made her a little hard to swallow.

   She sighed and put down the spoon, adjusted her expression, turned her head slowly, and met a man's face unsurprisingly.

Very strange.

  I have never seen it before, and I don't find it familiar.

  Su Haitang was very sure, then slightly curved the corners of her mouth and came out to say hello.

   "Honey, this is Chief He, right? Don't stand in the yard, just sit in the room."

  He Junfeng's clear face did not distinguish between joy and anger, he looked at her face calmly, not missing the little pear vortex that loomed on her cheeks as she spoke.

   "Hello Haitang, I'm He Junfeng."

   "Hello. The countryside is vulgar, please don't be polite."

  Su Haitang said politely and let the guest again.

   "Sit with you, Mr. He, and I'll make tea."

   "No, I'm running out of time, so come and sit together."

   He Junfeng gently interrupted her courtesy and invited her into the room to talk together, keeping his eyes on her every move.

  Su Haitang straightened the braid on her chest a little embarrassedly, took a deep breath secretly, and tried her best to keep smiling and nodding.

   Entering the East Room, Zhang Yue'e and He Junfeng sat on the edge of the kang against the wall respectively, Su Haitang poured two glasses of boiled water for the two and sat on the bench on the ground.

   "Please drink water."

   He Junfeng lightly looked at the simple and even crude furnishings in the house, recalling the investigation report on Su Haitang, his eyes softened.

   "My family's affairs, I believe that the expedition is similar to what you have told you. I also know your embarrassment, but Fang Qiong, oh, my lover, she is in critical condition, and my heart is our lost daughter."

   "I see her suffering day and night, and I feel the same way. So I beg you, can you first, as my daughter, give my love a little comfort and give her some comfort?"

   "No matter what the outcome is, it's better to lift her spirits and stimulate her vitality; or to make her feel at ease and leave without regrets. It's a great kindness to me and both of us. Please help."