Pampered Pastoral: Orion’s Delicious Little Lady

I don't know if it was Song Lihua's own misunderstanding, but little Zhou always came up to talk to her intentionally or unintentionally in the past two days.

Whether she was drinking tea in the front yard or feeding the horses in the backyard, little Zhou always wanted to come up and have a word or two with her.

After many times, Song Lihua can probably understand the twists and turns involved.

After all, there are a few key words that little Zhou said - Lu Jingzhe, Dong Yanran, and having children.

This morning, Song Lihua went to the backyard after breakfast to prepare to take Lu Chunfen to the town restaurant to check the accounts. Who would have thought that this little Zhou family would follow her to the backyard again, and while Song Lihua was feeding Lu Chunquin, she was chattering away.

It's nothing more than a matter of a man having three wives and four concubines.

Song Lihua took a deep breath, touched Lu Chunquin's bull head, and said in what she thought was a relatively kind tone: "I can't control other people's men and I don't want to, but my man will never allow three wives and four concubines. .”

If you can't love only one person wholeheartedly, it's better to throw them away as garbage.

Little Zhou didn't expect that this little girl, who looked soft and weak, was actually a hard-headed person, and could actually say such a thing.

She was a little angry. She frowned but did not dare to shout: "How can you child say such rebellious words? As women, our first task is to spread the branches and leaves of our husband's family! There are three kinds of unfilial piety, and there is no heir. Big! You and Jingzhe have been married for so long and still haven’t conceived a child. This is unfilial!"

Song Lihua almost laughed out of anger at what little Zhou said.

I originally wanted to give this ungrateful woman a slap in the face to wake her up, but then I thought that little Zhou was Zhou's biological sister.

As the saying goes, when beating a dog, it depends on the owner, not the monk but the Buddha. Song Lihua endured this breath.

She didn't want to have any dispute, so she pulled Lu Chunquin and went straight out of the door, ignoring little Zhou who was mumbling something behind her.

The weather has been getting colder and colder recently. When Song Lihua came back from town, she brought a mandarin duck iron pot made by someone else, as well as custom-made clothes.

I originally wanted to try hot pot, but I didn't want to eat it with Xiao Zhou and Dong Yanran, so I planned to leave it at home first and wait until they left to get it.

Speaking of which, this little Mr. Zhou has been living at home for more than half a month, why is he still not planning to leave?

Didn't you agree that after staying for a few days, you would go to the town to find a small job? Why haven't you started yet? Could it be that you're staying with the Lu family?

Song Lihua and Xiao Zhou really can't get along. If Xiao Zhou really refuses to leave, I'm afraid Song Lihua will be the one to leave.

At this moment, Mrs. Zhou and Mrs. Zhou were sitting and chatting at the stone table under the tree in the front yard. There were some fruit snacks and hot tea on the stone table. From a distance, they looked like women from a wealthy family who had nothing to do. Chatting.

Little Zhou really liked this feeling.

When Song Lihua came back, little Zhou saw the big and small bags in her hands at a glance.

She took a sip of hot tea to moisten her throat and began to get angry: "Oh, sister, your wife here is really capable! Look, what did you buy? She spends money lavishly and has no control. , how can you live your life?"

Song Lihua was too lazy to pay attention to Xiao Zhou. She walked over and put the things she was holding on the stone table.