General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming novel Chapter 230

230 Meeting the Parents (2)

Wei Ting nodded. “It’s so late. Are you going out?”

Su Ergou scratched his head. “Dahu and the others want to eat candied hawthorn. I’ll buy it for them.”

The three little fellows knew that Su Xiaoxiao didn’t let them eat candied hawthorn and that Father Su was stingy and wouldn’t buy candied hawthorn for them, so they targeted Su Ergou.

Su Ergou was the easiest to fool at home.

!!

Wei Ting said to Su Ergou, “Your sister and I will go buy it.”

“Ah, sure!” Su Ergou turned around and returned to the central room.

Su Xiaoxiao was speechless.

Whose brother was he really?

She hadn’t said anything!

Wei Ting looked at her with a faint smile. “Are you going for a walk?”

“Hmph!”

A certain little fat peacock shook her head and left valiantly!

The secret guard on the roof scratched his head. This little fat girl was quite cold in front of the Su family, but in front of his young master, she was different.

The young master was strange, but so was the little girl.

They were both strange!

The two of them walked on the endless street.

One was a fat girl rarely seen in ancient times, and the other was a devastatingly handsome man. Along the way, there was no one who did not turn around to look at the two of them.

The two of them did not care about the gazes of the world around them and walked forward openly.

She had originally bought candied hawthorn for the three little fellows, but as she walked, Su Xiaoxiao’s stomach growled.

Su Xiaoxiao was busy for the entire night. After sleeping for most of the day, the Su family came… The series of matters came to an end for the time being, but she forgot that she had not eaten.

There were no roasted sweet potatoes sold nearby.

“That osmanthus rice wine glutinous rice balls taste pretty good,” Wei Ting said.

Su Xiaoxiao hesitated for a moment before heading in that direction with a cold expression.

The two of them found an empty table in the lobby and sat down.

Wei Ting asked for two bowls of osmanthus rice and wine glutinous rice balls, a special pot-fried meat, and a plate of cold side dishes.

There was no filling in the glutinous rice balls. The texture was porcelain, soft, and a little chewy. It tasted very similar to what she had eaten at her grandmother’s house when she was young in her previous life.

Perhaps because it was all handmade and not as smooth and delicate as the ones made by machine, Su Xiaoxiao actually preferred this taste.

Su Xiaoxiao ate spoonful by spoonful and unknowingly ate half of it.

When she came back to her senses, her eyebrows twitched.

She was on a diet. Why did she eat so much?

But it would be a waste not to eat…

Su Xiaoxiao looked at the glutinous rice balls in the bowl bitterly and tried her best to calculate how much work she had to do tomorrow to metabolize it—

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Wei Ting pushed the pot of meat in front of her and realized that she was staring at the remaining half bowl of glutinous rice balls. He asked, “Is it not delicious?”

“I’m… on a diet,” she said stiffly.

Wei Ting frowned in disagreement. “You want to be as thin as a bamboo pole?”

Su Xiaoxiao sneered. “Don’t you men like fair ladies?”

Wei Ting paused. “So you slimming for me to see?”

Su Xiaoxiao picked up her chopsticks. “Of course not!”

She took a bite of pan-fried meat.

Oh, how fragrant!

…

Her mind was calm, but her body began to tingle uncontrollably.

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Her legs went weak for a moment.

He caught her soft little waist in time.

“Excuse me,” he said softly. He lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips.

They did not really touch, but they were only a millimeter away.

This man was a walking hormone. In her previous life, she would have taken a few more glances.

Not to mention, with such an infatuated physique, Su Xiaoxiao closed her eyes and fought against her body’s instincts.

She could not be soft.

Her legs couldn’t go limp, her waist couldn’t go limp…

“Where did he go? I clearly saw Little Seven just now…”

“Madam, did you see wrongly? Isn’t Young Master cultivating as a monk in a temple? Why is he wandering on the streets?”

“I didn’t see wrongly! That’s Little Seven! Go find him in the alley!”

Wei Ting’s hand on Su Xiaoxiao’s back suddenly went up and grabbed the back of her head.

“Aiya!”

That person covered his eyes, turned around, and ran away!

The two of them were more or less in an ambiguous position. The night was intensified, and their breaths intertwined. Even their breathing and heartbeat could be heard by each other.

Wei Ting’s eyelashes trembled as he wanted to remove his hand from her waist.

“Don’t move,” Su Xiaoxiao said.

“What’s wrong?” Wei Ting asked in a low and hoarse voice.

Su Xiaoxiao turned her face away from him. “My legs are weak.”