Transmigrating into a Man's Wife: I Share the Pain with the Male Protagonist

However, after Lu Mingyun and his team came back, they avoided a lot of trouble. Not to mention anything else, the arrest warrant issued by that dog emperor was withdrawn within two days.

Lin Murong set off for the capital on the third day after knowing that Lu Mingyun had returned. This time he went alone, leaving the old slave beside him to Li Mofu.

"Da Ju, come and eat some meat!" Li Mo leaned over the fire room and cooked a small piece of chicken with firewood. Fortunately, Uncle Geng was not there, otherwise he would have to worry about his pot being burned.

When the big orange dog heard the call, it ran to the door of the fire room and squatted there. It did this every day because it disliked the dirty floor of the fire room.

"Tsk." Li Mofu tried to tear the meat with his bare hands, but was burned so he retracted his hands.

Daju squatted at the door and barked briefly. Ever since they escaped, it could no longer eat on time as before, because Li Mofu was particularly nagging and would take him a long time to finish anything.

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, let's go to the backyard to eat." Li Mofu said as he carried the bowl of chicken out of the kitchen, and Daju followed him with his tail raised.

The place where he lives now is very remote. Although some people come here to farm the land, the backyard of this small courtyard faces a mountain, and it is a steep mountain, and few people can climb it.

So Li Mofu often went to the backyard to get some fresh air. Otherwise, who could bear it without a cell phone and without being able to go out?

Sitting on the steps in the backyard, Li Mofu tore the chicken into strips and put them in front of Daju, who buried his head and started eating.

Li Mofu touched Daju's head, then looked up at the afternoon sky. The azure sky was dotted with floating clouds, and the weather seemed to be getting colder.

Before I knew it, another year had passed.

"Sir! I bought what you wanted!"

Before Li Mofu could feel sad about the passing of autumn and the coming of spring, Uncle Geng came back with He He, who had a lot of stuff stuck on his body.

"Here I am!" Li Mofu stood up and ran out. "Where's my chicken?"

Uncle Geng handed the basket in his hand to Li Mofu and said with a smile, "Here, here, there are also the snacks and grapes you asked for."

Li Mofu took two deep puffs from the basket, and the smell of baked chicken filled his nose.

"Come and help me, we need to take the things to the kitchen." Uncle Geng called out while untying the rope on the horse's back.

Li Mofu put down the basket, responded and went to help.

They go to town at fixed times, usually once every seven or eight days, and buy seven or eight days' worth of daily necessities each time.

So every time I go, I always bring Brown with me, and treat it as a walk for the horses. On the way, I can also let it eat grass on the roadside, killing two birds with one stone.

After unloading the goods, Li Mofu pulled Hehe back to the stable in the backyard, praising Hehe as a good horse.

After doing these things, Li Mofu washed his hands and ate the baked chicken on the stone table in the backyard. The food he had been longing for for seven or eight days was finally in his mouth, and he felt only happiness.

There were only three of them living in this small farmyard, and none of them were good cooks. Li Mofu could only boil food, Lin Murong, a young master, couldn't even burn wood, and Uncle Geng only knew how to cook home-cooked dishes.

"Young Master," Gengdi called out as he emerged from the fire room after preparing the rice and flour. "I just saw this on the street. It looked like you, so I took a picture. Can you tell if this is you?"

Li Mofu, his mouth full of greasy food and a chicken drumstick in his hand, raised his head and frowned at Uncle Geng's words, "Hua? Didn't they withdraw a long time ago? Why are they here again?!"

"I don't know what's going on, but I feel that this painting is much more like you than the last one. I knew it was you, sir, at first glance." Uncle Geng said as he took out a piece of paper from his arms. The paper was folded neatly. Uncle Geng unfolded it, smoothed it out, and placed it next to the table.

Li Mofu leaned over to take a look, and it was true, this time the painting really looked like him!

"Damn! Who drew this? It's so awesome." Li Mofu said in surprise.