Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

The carriage entered the gate of Zhuangzi and drove straight to the house where Li Haitang lived.

It was a rainy day and the humidity was heavy. Aunt Yu had already prepared steaming ginger and jujube tea. When she saw her wife getting off the carriage, her eyes lit up, "Madam, this dress of yours is really beautiful!"

She couldn't describe exactly how beautiful it was. It was clearly a late autumn day in October, and it felt like she was back in spring in March, when the drizzle was drizzling by the lake, and the beauty came holding an oiled paper umbrella.

Aunt Yu watched her master get out of the carriage, holding on to his wife's arm, and they walked in together. She felt an inexplicable sense of peace of mind.

"Aunt Yu, there are ribs and pork belly that my husband and I bought in the basket. Let's cut up a pickled sauerkraut and stew it in an iron pot."

Li Haitang took a sip of ginger-date tea and felt that his body felt warmer, and his stomach made an untimely growl.

There were cakes and snacks on the carriage, but they were too sweet, so she took one bite, and then she lost interest in them.

"Old slave, go now."

When Grandma Yu saw this, she quickly left and gave the inner room to the couple.

The floor of the inner room is paved with smooth marble, and there is a soft cushion in front of the dressing table. Li Haitang sat in front of the dressing table and looked in the mirror, praising the dress he was wearing.

At first, the name "First Floor" seemed to her a bit like the old lady selling melons, but now it seems that there is indeed something outstanding about it.

Li Haitang has traveled all over the world, and he is not new to the world, but he has never seen anyone who can make ready-made clothes so unique, especially the dark patterns of embroidery. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is ingenious.

"Husband, are you doing business in big shops in a weird way?"

Set a series of rules to arouse everyone's curiosity and make many ladies and ladies from high-ranking families flock to him.

According to the clerk, she was the first person on the first floor to get ready-made clothes in the past five years, and it was approved by her boss.

Li Haitang couldn't see the face of the woman covered in black veil, but she could feel that her eyes must be loving.

This was also where she was confused. She couldn't remember anyone she had interacted with in Kyoto.

"Let's put the business aside first, your health is important."

Xiao Lingchuan held his wife's hand and concealed the fluctuation in his eyes.

When he entered the first floor today, he felt a line of sight. The other person meant no harm, but at a certain angle, the line of sight was too direct, which made him frown fiercely.

All the people who came were women. Xiao Lingchuan only sat there for a while and then went to the jewelry shop next door to make jewelry for his wife.

Li Haitang is not as obsessed with these extraneous things as many women are, but as a husband, he should buy nothing less.

Xiao Lingchuan took out the jewelry he designed himself, gave it to the master of the jewelry shop, and paid the deposit.

The master smiled and said that he had never seen such a doting wife.

For some reason, Xiao Lingchuan just didn't want his wife to work hard in business, so he supported the family in finding a suitable person to serve as the shopkeeper and help manage the business.

He had capable men under him, but they were only loyal to him. Xiao Lingchuan hoped that his wife would have her own men.

"Master, madam, young master Doubao is here."

Bai Guo stood in front of the door and reported that the maid and servants rarely entered the room of a family of three except for cleaning.

As soon as he finished speaking, Doubao crossed the high threshold with his short legs and ran towards his parents. The drawing paper in his little hands was shaking.

"Mom, when will sister come to accompany Doubao?"

Last month, Li Haitang was in critical condition and Dou Bao was causing trouble again, so he was sent to Fang Shaoyao's house to play with Dou Bao for a few days.

These two naughty little buns almost burned the beard of the old manager of the Li family, and Fang Shaoyao was frightened.

Fang Shaoyao would not care about this with Xiao Wa. He was afraid that something might happen to the two buns, so he had no choice but to continue cultivating their quiet hobby of painting.

Today, Doubao painted again. He felt that his painting was pretty good, so he brought it to his parents to show off.

"Your sister, there are still a few months left."

Little Baozi didn't understand anything, so Li Haitang was just perfunctory, thinking that after having a sister, Doubao, the older brother, might become more restrained.

Many naughty boys end up becoming sister-controllers. They do whatever their sister says, but they forget the most important point. First of all, Doubao must have a sister.

Doubao presented the drawing paper in front of his parents, his little face full of pride.

"Doubao, what are you drawing, an egg?"

Li Haitang looked at the circles of different sizes and wanted to ask if they were stones. Then she thought about it and found that the circles were about the same size. Doubao was young and could not control his writing well. She had an idea and immediately said they were eggs.

"no."

Doubao frowned and glanced at his mother with disdain. Mom is so stupid. Can't she even see such an obvious Doubao? What he drew was Grandma Yu’s steamed bean buns!

"That is?"

Xiao Lingchuan had a straight face and didn't see what it was at all.

"It's a bean bag."

The bean buns were serious, fearing that their parents were too stupid to understand, so they explained, "Bean buns stuffed with red bean paste."

"What about the stuffing?"

Li Haitang almost didn't laugh out loud, but for the sake of his son's face, he held it back and pretended to be serious, "My mother didn't see the stuffing in the bean buns, so she admitted her mistake."

"The stuffing is inside!"

Doubao looked matter-of-fact, wondering how his mother could ask such a stupid question.

Li Haitang:......

She and Xiao Lingchuan looked at each other and saw helplessness in each other's eyes. Well, let's put it this way, there is nothing wrong with it, the filling is in it.

"My mother didn't recognize the bean buns because the bean buns are all round!"

Li Haitang tried to defend herself, otherwise her image would be completely lost, mainly because she was looked down upon by Xiao Wa, which she could not accept no matter what.

"Squashed."

Doubao is even more helpless than his mother, who seems to have become stupid since having a younger sister.

Normal bean buns are round, but he said that they were made by Grandma Yu!

Grandma Yu came in with the cakes, her face darkened, her chest felt like it was pierced by thousands of arrows, and she was heartbroken. She was not as good at making pasta as Wu Fu. Occasionally Wu Fu was busy with something, so she would take over...

"Hahaha……"

Li Haitang couldn't help laughing out loud when she saw Grandma Yu's expression. She wanted to save face for Grandma Yu, but she couldn't help it!

Doubao had despised the pasta made by Grandma Tai more than once before, and now, he even showed it.

Little Baozi is not an ordinary thoughtful person! Will Aunt Yu still make pasta from now on?

After playing with the bean bags for a while, the iron pot in the stove was ready.

Pork belly stewed with pickled cabbage, steaming hot, sweet and sour short ribs, a plate of fried cabbage slices, with fungus added to the cabbage slices, three dishes, a large amount. The staple food is the bean buns steamed by Aunt Yu, but she changed it to a large white-flour steamed bun made by Wufu. It is fluffy and soft, with a blooming crust. There is a smell of wheat in the air, which makes people unable to help but salivate. .