Song Chengyi frowned and looked at her. He didn't speak or give a tomato. He directly pulled her little hand and walked back home.

Why did Ning Yue feel that Song Chengyi’s expression was strange: “Husband, what’s wrong with you? Could it be that you stole all my food?”

"no!"

Ning Yue smiled and took his arm: "I know it's impossible that you ate it, haha, isn't it completely red yet?"

Song Chengyi glanced at her: "The whole row of small tomato trees is not even a pink one."

If you asked Song Chengyi to command the troops, he was very good at using troops, but when someone stole his own food and his wife's favorite food, he didn't know what to do.

"Ah? There is no one left? It's impossible, at least ten."

Song Chengyi shook his head: "It's really nothing, there's not even the pink you mentioned."

Ning Yue also frowned, and then pretended to be relaxed and said: "If there is no, there will be nothing. Maybe Aunt Yao and Xiufang, we didn't pick the tomatoes when they are ripe. We are afraid that it will be a pity to break on the tree, so we picked it."

"Is that true?" Song Chengyi asked half-believingly.

"It must be. The dishes in our fields were grown by them for me. Who of us should eat them? Let's go quickly. I'm hungry. Let's go home to cook. Well, I want to eat the fried rice you made with a little green pepper shredded rice."

Song Chengyi finally smiled: "It just so happened that the tomatoes were not picked at noon. I picked green peppers and green onions. I will fried rice later, and you can mix cucumbers with cold dishes."

"Well, okay, it's not tiring for men and women to work, hahaha!"...

Can Ning Yue tell Song Chengyi that the ripe tomatoes were picked by Aunt Yao or Xiufang, but he didn't want him to worry about these troubles. He didn't see that the tomatoes were gone just now. His handsome eyebrows were frowned in the word "chuan"?

It’s better for men to ignore these trivial matters.

Ning Yue, who had not eaten the tomato, said she was very unhappy and had a meal: "Honey, you wash the dishes, I'll go upstairs to find Xiufang."

When we arrived at the second floor, there was no one in the Yang family. On the third floor, Aunt Yao and Xiufang were both there. Yao Qiuling smiled and welcomed Ning Yue into the house: "Ning Yueer, it's better to come early than to come by. The men are not at home. Xiufang and I are rolling noodles. There is just a lot of flour. Why don't you come too?"

Ning Yue patted her belly: "Aunt Yao, I'm already full, Chengyi's fried egg fried rice."

Aunt Yao raised her eyebrows: "Oh, are you trying to get angry with us on purpose? We don't know where our men have gone. Your men are still at home to eat fried rice for you."

Zhang Xiufang also said: "Isn't that the case? There is no military wife in our entire Sixth Military Region who doesn't envy you. No man is as good to his wife as Captain Song."

Although Ning Yue agreed in her heart that Aunt Yao and Sister Xiufang's words were nothing wrong, she could not admit it with confidence, right? "Haha, where is it, Aunt Yao, do you dare to say that Uncle Gao is not good to you? And you, Xiufang, you are not good to you, Brother Zhen is not good to you? But everyone's happiness is different."

Everyone thinks about their husbands’ goodness, and as Ning Yue said, everyone’s happiness is different, it is better than the best, and it is more than the best, and it is content and always happy.

Zhang Xiufang smiled and said, "Actually, our brother Zhen is still very good."
Chapter completed!