The arrogant little husband is desperately flirting with the hunter

According to the rules of proposing marriage, the girl will not show up when the man pays tribute, which is also in line with the parents' orders and the matchmaker's words.

So until the two families had reached an agreement, He Changliu still didn't see Yan Sanmei.

He was still looking around when he was about to go out. Just then the window of the east room was pushed open. The two of them just looked at each other, and Yan Sanmei quickly closed the window.

He Changliu smiled innocently, and was so happy after taking a look, thinking that soon, he would be able to watch it in the morning, watch it in the evening, watch it while eating, and watch it while sleeping...

Oh, he can’t see when he sleeps, but he can continue to see in his dreams.

The more he thought about it, the more beautiful it became. He laughed all the way. But as soon as he returned to the He Mansion, he realized what it meant to be overjoyed and then be sad.

"You are so capable! You just chased away the matchmaker I hired at a high price, and you still want me to take your place."

As soon as the daughter-in-law issue was resolved, He's mother couldn't help but start to settle accounts: "I saw that you were injured so I told you to eat and drink well. Now that your injury has healed, you can continue to eat your white porridge and pickles."

He Changliu obviously didn't take it seriously, since he had money now.

He's mother seemed to know what he was thinking and laughed, "Don't say you want to give your wife the best, but then you spend all the gifts your second brother gave you in advance. I have to settle this account with Xiaoxi after you get married, so that no one will take advantage of it."

He Changliu: “…” The most cruel one has to be his mother.

It is said that every policy has a countermeasure.

As soon as the city gate opened the next day, He Changliu drove the carriage out of the county. When the cook was stretching and preparing breakfast, he felt sick when he opened the kitchen door.

"Has this attracted thieves?" A cook looked at the wide-open cabinet doors in disbelief, as if all the seasonings and ingredients had been looted.

Another cook sighed, "The Madam punished the young master again yesterday."

"No wonder."

The cook heaved a sigh of relief when he knew it wasn't a thief. He checked every cabinet and the cages of the poultry. He smiled and praised, "Young Master is really filial. He left a bird's nest for the lady and a chicken for the master. There are also two bowls of noodles in the bag. At least he can make a breakfast."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cook couldn't help but squat on the ground with his head in his hands: "But why did the young master take away the steamer and the buns I made last night? How can I make the dough rise now?"

"Let's make noodles instead. The master and his wife will understand."

After all, this was not the first time that the young master had taken things from the kitchen, but he cleaned it out so thoroughly...

The cook could only be thankful that this treacherous kid belonged to the master's family. If it were him, he would probably be mad to death.

Chu Xiao was awakened by the sound of horses neighing outside the yard. He opened one eye sleepily and pushed Yan Zhenshen beside him: "Go and see why Lao Er drove the carriage here so early in the morning."

"It's not the second brother." Yan Zhenshen always wakes up quickly. He sat up and pricked up his ears to listen carefully: "It seems that the one named He is talking to mother."

"Ah?" Chu Xiao also sat up and looked out the window.

Very good, looking at the sky, the sun has just risen. He thought that he and Brother Shen slept until noon, but someone came to visit.

It was rare for Chu Xiao to get up so early at the Yan family. When he came out of the courtyard, he saw He Changliu chopping wood. The axe was swinging so fast that people were scared, for fear that He Changliu would chop off his legs if he wasn't paying attention.

"Put it there quickly, or your father and third sister will come out and scare you again."

Since the engagement was finalized, Chu Xiao no longer treated He Changliu as an outsider. He yawned and teased him, "I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you're a scholar and you don't know how to play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses. You chop wood like this, and it really makes us worry about our third sister's future."

"Ge Fulang, well, actually I learn things quite quickly. Chopping wood, fetching water, and feeding chickens and ducks, I can definitely learn these tasks in two days." He Changliu said this while deliberately putting on a simple smile.

Chu Xiao shrugged indifferently, thinking that this scholar didn't seem to be very smart. His focus was on whether he could chop wood, when he should obviously play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses.

It's so rare that I said something meaningful, but people didn't react to it.

During breakfast, Yan Zhennan pulled Qiao Qingyun over to eat. As soon as he entered the main room, he saw He Changliu standing aside and setting the table with Yan Sanmei to serve porridge. He thought he was still sleepy.

Which man would go to the girl's house the day after getting engaged, and come so early?

"Second brother, this is Dean Qiao." He Changliu noticed the visitor and immediately smiled and greeted him.

"Why are you here so early in the morning?" Yan Zhennan pulled Qiao Qingyun to the table. Seeing the buns on the table, he picked up one, broke it in half, and handed one half to Qiao Qingyun to fill his stomach first.

They are all young men. After a good sleep and a short walk, it is inevitable that they feel a little hungry.

"I'll deliver the buns."

"Today's buns are delicious."

The two of them spoke almost in unison. Yan Zhennan wanted to say something, but he choked before he could swallow a mouthful of bun. He patted his chest hard for a long time.

After recovering from the shock, he immediately said, "But it's not as delicious as the one my mom made."

"Of course, my mother's cooking skills are impeccable." He Changliu was very good at taking advantage of the situation. Not only did he follow Yan Zhennan's words, he not only praised Zhao Guizhi, but also changed his words to call her mother.

It's just that his way of calling her "mother" is easy to say, but there are always people who are not happy about it, "You haven't got married yet, so you can't call her mother."

He Changliu touched the tip of his nose and leaned closer to Yan Sanmei with a little grievance.

Yan Zhennan was even more unhappy: "Mr. He, stay away from my third sister."

"What are you yelling about?" Yan Zhenshen brought over the stir-fried vegetables and put them on the table: "You're already engaged, why are you still making such a fuss?"

You didn't stop it before, and you're still interfering in something that has already become a foregone conclusion. Isn't that just annoying?

"Qingyun, take care of it."

Qiao Qingyun nodded and pinched Yan Zhennan's waist: "The Yan family has always treated people with courtesy, punished evil with force, lived in peace when there was no trouble, and punished those who committed mistakes. Do you understand?"

Yan Zhennan was confused. Why did he have to reason with him so early in the morning?

However, Yan Zhennan was still confused, while He Changliu had already bowed and saluted: "Remember the dean's teachings, Changliu will cherish it, love and protect it."

Yan Zhennan: “…” It had to be his A Yun. On the surface, he was talking about himself, but in fact, he was trying to intimidate the guy named He.

Look, this is what it means to cherish, love and protect. His family doesn't want someone like me.

As for the man surnamed He, he would definitely keep a close eye on him. If he dared to do anything to let down his third sister, he would let the man surnamed He have a taste of his fist which was much bigger than a bun.

"It's just a warning." Qiao Qingyun raised his hand and gently tapped Yan Zhennan's forehead: "I hope you will be useless."

Yan Zhennan: “…” Ahhh, why does his Ayun always know what he is thinking?

Could it be... the unity of soul and flesh?