The Young Man Selling Rice Rolls

----------The new article next door has been published, please bookmark it in advance (the copy is marked at the bottom)---------- In Zhou Xiaole's previous life, the noodle shop was so prosperous that someone secretly added another fire and burned him to another world. After his rebirth, Zhou Xiaole looked at his frail sister and consciously shouldered the responsibility of supporting the family. He returned to his old business and continued selling rice noodles. One rice roll was not enough, so he added raw rice noodles, added old friend rice noodles, and rolled stuffed rice noodles. After all, it was like this, why not just open a morning tea shop! The idea of ​​a new life is extremely beautiful, and it would be even better if they were not forced to get married. ​But... Zhou Xiaole: "This new husband is too cautious. He doesn't dare to say too much. He does whatever he is told. He is told to go east and not to the west. This is not good. This is not good. In the future, we should ask him more about what he is thinking and what he likes to do on weekdays." Xu Guan: "I'm thinking of you." Zhou Xiaole: "???" Xu Guan: "I like to do..." Wait, wait, wait, you can say more, but don't be so straightforward! Depend on! I'll be shy! ! ! Xu Guan: "What I want to say is that I like raising pigs." Zhou Xiaole: "???" If you like raising pigs, go and raise pigs. Can you keep your eyes closed? ! ! Xu Guan: "I also want to support you." Zhou Xiaole (covering his chest): "... Fuck!" ----------~Please collect it in advance~---------- The new article has been opened~ Those who are interested can go and collect it~mua~ Chun Mu'er grew up in the poor rouge powder, and all she saw and heard were the tricks of swaying her buttocks, raising her fingers and smiling in anger. He knows these things. When he was fourteen years old, the beautiful man in the courtyard gave him a baggage and asked him to escape. He ran forward in a daze, hiding all the way, but could not escape from the thugs in the courtyard. When he was desperate, he met a marriage team. He thought he was saved, but he didn't expect that the matchmaker forced him to get into the sedan chair. "The bridegroom ran away, so I'll take your place!" Lying in the sedan chair, Chun Muer was despairing of all his thoughts. He had failed to live up to the expectations of the beautiful husband. He escaped from the abyss and was thrown into another abyss. Life was never easy. When the sedan curtain was lifted by a cold and fierce man, he thought he would be punched to death. In order to survive, he put away his little fingers, straightened his little buttocks, and imitated others to behave like a foreigner. Hearing that the man next door was as fierce as a tiger, he imitated the gourd, placing his hands on his hips and staring. He thought he had learned well, but he never thought that even if he put his hands on his hips and cursed, he would still look like a demon. The name of the young husband came out from nowhere, and the husband he replaced also came back. He looked at the cold black face and hard fists of the blacksmith and thought, he will die. He was not the only one who thought so. The people watching the excitement were all prepared for the young husbandman to be beaten to death. However, it was the person who spread the rumor and the husband who fled thousands of miles away who were beaten. I saw the blacksmith, who always had an expressionless face, hugging his newlywed and coaxing him carefully: "My dear husband, don't cry. Let's go home for dinner. I'll make you your favorite braised pork today." The ironworker lived a happy life, except for the laughter and laughter of the baby. People around said that Chun Muer came out of a dirty place, who knows whether he can still have a baby? Only Chun Mu'er knew that he had been given medicine and it would be difficult for him to have children in this life. In order to prevent the Zhao family from losing their descendants, he found a matchmaker and said that he would take a concubine for the blacksmith. He thought the blacksmith would be happy, but unexpectedly, the blacksmith pulled down the bed curtain with a cold face and took him to practice every day, blacksmithing during the day and piling at night. After three years of this, he finally became pregnant with his first child. As long as you hit it deep enough, accurately enough, and hard enough, that bullshit medicine won't work. Mission: Live with love and be positive