The Handsome Blacksmith

Next door [Master Jiao opens a restaurant, so what?] Is open~ Qing Mu'er grew up in the poor rouge powder, and all she saw and heard were the tricks of wagging her hips, raising her fingers, and laughing in anger. He knows these things. When he was fifteen 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, Qing Mu'er 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. His 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 his baby. People around him said that Qing Muer had come out of a dirty place, so who knew if he would still be able to have a baby? Only Qing Mu'er knew that he had been fed 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. Anti-theft 60% ——[Advance receipt please collect~]—— Little boss of dumpling shop After He Rusheng became disabled with both legs, he once thought that it would be over. After all, I couldn't let go of the dumpling shop that I worked so hard for, and chose to look forward. This winter, he picked up a wild boy covered in wounds at the door of the store. The wild boy has a dull temper. He can't beat him with three sticks, but he is very quick at work. With this kid, He Rusheng no longer has to hold up his crippled legs to buy goods. When the pain was unbearable on a rainy day, someone would silently hand him a hot towel and hold his legs to keep him warm overnight. When cooking, you no longer have to worry about whether one person can finish the meal, or someone will always take care of you. Occasionally, he saw the tall figure of the wild boy busy, and he was very glad that he did not choose to give up. This kid can be annoying sometimes. "Brother, I won't leave." Cong Ye frowned, "I will be a crutch for you for the rest of my life." He Rusheng was helpless: "It's such a good job, it's more promising than working at a dumpling shop." Since his brother couldn't walk, Congye boldly picked him up and wrapped his brother's legs around his waist: "Brother, stand up. Hit me with a stick and I'll leave." He Rusheng, who rarely blushed with anyone, was so angry that he wanted to slap him. Later, He Rusheng really stood up, with the stick in his hand, but he lowered his head and rolled out a round dumpling wrapper: "Dumplings need round points to wrap the fillings. Come and roll one and try it." Congye stared at his brother's butt with burning eyes and responded dumbly: "Oh." It's so round that it can really contain the stuffing. Intention: full of harvest