Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

There are still some flour and seasonings at home. Before getting married, Xiao Naihe occasionally opened fire.

Xiao Nai walked into the long-lost kitchen, looking at the spotlessly cleaned home, feeling inexplicably embarrassed.

In the past six months of marriage, he would come back at most to give a meal and leave without touching a stool. Why did he treat this place as a house?

"I will help you make dough."

Xiao Naihe discovered the benefits of his wife, and he wanted to surround her. He only hated that he had done too much before and made the couple's feelings become cold.

"I posted it at noon."

Su Haitang faintly refused his help, opened the basin, and there was dough made by the little fox in it.

"Then I will help you pick leeks."

Xiao Naihe volunteered and pretended not to understand his wife's cold face.

"Go out and borrow the cart for me. You need more baskets. Get more and more ropes."

Su Haitang looked at the violent expression on his familiar face and hurried away.

Picking vegetables or something, there is a little fox, it's a matter of minutes. This man insists on delaying the matter, which is annoying.

When Xiao Naihe listened to the instructions, he went out happily, not forgetting to give thoughtful instructions.

"You are tired after going out for an afternoon. Go and rest for a while and let me come back to do it."

Su Haitang waved his hand and drove him out, letting the little fox out to chop vegetables to create a momentum.

"Woo."

Master, someone knocked on the door.

Su Haitang took a shower from the bathroom, wiped her wet hair carelessly, and glanced at the inserted door.

She was chopping dumpling stuffing and couldn't hear her.

"Woo."

The master chopped it.

Su Haitang gestured it to continue with his eyes, the little fox looked at her inexplicably, and then looked down at the pulpy meat.

Still chop? To chop again is to chop the wooden chopping board into dregs.

Is it better to dry wood and stuff it?

"This body is weak, so I have to chop it for a while."

Su Haitang explained in a low voice.

The little fox blinked his small eyes, not particularly understanding.

But if the owner tells it to continue to chop, then it will chop.

The little fox took out more meat and spareribs from the space without complaint, and he was able to chop vigorously.

The knock on the door was patient, and he hasn't left yet. Su Haitang was too lazy to respond, and continued to play dead amidst the sound of the little fox chopping stuffing.

No, I went back to the space to visit Xiaoyu.

"Well, the little fox is really good at craftsmanship."

Su Haitang grabbed a bun and bit it, recommending it to Xiaoyu with satisfaction.

Xiao Yuhong's belly was bulging, and he gave her a lazy burp.

"It's delicious but not worth it."

Su Haitang knocked on the hard ice coffin and looked at the frozen man inside with a little distress.

"He won't be frozen out, will he?"

The streamer swims on the ice coffin, and after judging that she is harmless, she swims away, looking very harmless.

"Sneez, worry about the happiness of the rest of your life? If this doesn't work, just change it."

Xiaoyu sat cross-legged on his imperial white mist bed, her small face was slightly pale, and the large array of runes condensed by the white mist around her body flickered, which obviously took a lot of energy.

"You hold on. I will go to the antique market in the city tomorrow and find you a snack."

If Xiao Naihe hadn't taken it seriously, she would like to go today.

It's just that this body is too weak, so she hastily took the treasure, whether she can protect her or not; she still has to keep a useful body, looking for space debris.

Xiaoyu hiccups, closes her eyes and ignores others.

Su Haitang inspected the gratifying crops in an enclosure and nodded in satisfaction.

Her little fox is very capable.

Su Haitang exited the space leisurely, motioned the little fox to stop, and gave it the job of beating eggs, stirring and frying them.

The golden egg liquid was put into the pot in the scream, and the aroma was overflowing.