Ye Yaoyao transformed into a young lady from the uncle's house who had just been divorced and was being sent to the countryside.
She gnawed a cucumber and lay on the rocking chair: Breaking off the engagement? Thank God!
Zhuangzi lived a happy life, growing vegetables, fishing and basking in the sun.
Until one day I dragged a bloody man back from the mountains——
"Brother, please pay the medical bills?"
Xie Yilan, who was seriously injured, opened his eyes and saw the girl peeling an apple with a kitchen knife: "Don't die, no one has tried my newly pickled bacon yet."
He hid his identity as the God of War to recuperate, but saw that she was doing all kinds of things every day:
Use the Art of War to divide egg-laying areas for hens, and use "The Art of War" as firewood for cooking.
"Girl, this book..."
"Oh, the table legs are too thin. It's just right for lighting the fire."
On the day he returned to Beijing, the third prince led troops to surround the village.
Ye Yaoyao picked up the iron spoon and stood in front of Xie Yilan: "Touch my cook? Have you asked me if I have a pot!"
A low laughter came from behind: "Madam, actually, my husband... Is pretty good at fighting."
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