General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming novel Chapter 62

62 Fragrant Room

Su Xiaoxiao bent down and arrogantly looked at someone sitting on the small stool. “Yes! Did you just realize?”

Wei Ting took a deep breath and used the same trick. “Dad, Daya bullied me.”

Su Xiaoxiao said in a second, “Dad, if he doesn’t do it, you can grind the rest. Dad, you grind it!”

Su Cheng decisively cut off his son-in-law and said, “Son-in-law, actually, I also think that the peanuts are more fragrant when you grind them this way. Make more!”

Wei Ting was speechless.

Wei Ting realized that when it came to working, this cheap father-in-law was unreliable.

The three little ones began to rub their eyes.

“The children are sleepy,” Father Su said to Su Xiaoxiao.

Su Xiaoxiao put down the spoon and looked at the three of them. “Are you going to sleep?”

The three of them shook their heads.

Dahu said, “I don’t want to sleep.”

Erhu yawned. “I want to play.”

It was midnight!

Su Xiaoxiao looked at Xiaohu. “What about you?”

Xiaohu didn’t say anything and just stretched out his arm toward Su Xiaoxiao.

Su Xiaoxiao picked the little fellow up.

Xiaohu fell asleep in her arms.

Immediately after, Dahu and Erhu could not hold on anymore. They swayed as they walked. Father Su and Su Ergou carried the sleepy children back to the house.

“I want to play,” Erhu said.

And fell asleep.

Dahu was more tenacious and lasted until he entered the central room.

After pointing out Su Xiaoxiao’s room to Su Ergou, he fell asleep.

In the kitchen, Su Xiaoxiao and Wei Ting continued their peanut butter business.

Halfway through, Su Xiaoxiao suddenly had an idea. She took out the stir-fried sesame seeds from the cupboard and added them to Wei Ting’s mortar.

Wei Ting frowned.

Su Xiaoxiao smiled. “Sesame is more fragrant if it’s ground. However, you’re strong, so it shouldn’t be bad! This is called... sesame peanut butter!”

Wei Ting glanced at her and did not want to speak at all.

Su Xiaoxiao said, “Ah, right, we can make a bowl of sesame sauce!”

Wei Ting placed the stone pestle on the mortal. “Are you done?”

Su Xiaoxiao smiled. “No!”

It was not easy for her to discover that he had such skills. Of course, she had to make the best use of it.

Wei Ting was indeed a martial artist. His control of strength was perfect. It was as thin as it could be. The sesame sauce he stirred was really no different from one that was made using a grinding stone.

As Su Xiaoxiao fried the peanuts, she hummed a tune. Wei Ting looked at her happy expression and really did not understand what there was to enjoy.

Wei Ting’s physique was too strong, and he could last much longer than Su Xiaoxiao. In the end, Su Xiaoxiao couldn’t take it anymore and decided to do the rest tomorrow.

Tomorrow was the day to go to town to check on Young Master Xiang. Before falling asleep, Su Xiaoxiao packed the medicine she needed into the first aid kit and checked the token in the invisible compartment.

This compartment was well hidden. Those who did not know about first aid kits would not be able to find it.

In the central room, Wei Ting was shrouded in darkness. He saw all of this through the crack of the door.

No wonder he couldn’t find it. She had hidden it in that strange little bundle.

Su Xiaoxiao placed the first-aid bag on the bed and closed her eyes to sleep.

Wei Ting waited until he heard her even breathing in the room before gently pushing open the door and coming to the bed.

Su Xiaoxiao rolled over and placed a chubby arm on the first-aid bag.

Wei Ting frowned and reached out with his slender hand. As he pulled open the blanket, he carefully held her chubby arm.

Su Xiaoxiao didn’t know what he was going through. She thought of something and her expression became serious. _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}