Chapter 572: Chapter 572: My Man

Upon hearing those words, Zhu Hongyun was greatly taken aback, “On what ground?!”

“On the ground that these fields were earned by Sanlang, neither of you contributed a penny, so why should we give them to you?” Tong Tiehu asked with a stern face.

“But I and Erlang have been working these days too!”

“Did Sanlang not work too?” Tong Tiehu snorted and placed his bowl of noodles on the table, “You think gathering some firewood would kill the two of you? Sanlang was hunting, working in the fields, and doing house chores. Did he ever complain?”

“You ungrateful wretches! You begrudge every little bit of work you do, I suggest we split up today, however you and Erlang want it! From now on, Sanlang won’t take any advantage of you!”

Tong Erlang had only been quietly slurping his noodles, his eyes fixed on the wild chicken tied up next to the well, his eyes glowing green.

He was exhausted last night, and this morning his legs were weak. After all, making love four times in one night was no easy feat.

He needed to replenish his strength!

Just as he was pondering about how to eat the wild chicken, he heard Tong Tiehu’s scolding voice. He reluctantly turned his attention away from the wild chicken, chewing his noodles with a blank expression, he looked at Tong Tiehu, “Why would we split up when everything’s fine?”

“Go ask your wife, you useless man!”

Upon hearing this, Tong Erlang immediately turned towards Zhu Hongyun, “Xiaoyun, what did you just say?”

“I said you eat too much, just eat your meal!” Zhu Hongyun, feeling wronged, stomped her foot and carried her bowl into her room.

Although she dared to argue with Tong Tiehu, suggesting to split up the family was something she couldn’t dare to do at this point.

Neither could she bear to.

After finally welcoming Qiao Xiaomai into the family, she hadn’t yet gained any benefits, there was no way she would split up the family.

Upon seeing this, Tong Erlang wanted to chase after her like always.

However, when he tried to get up from his chair, he was so quick that his legs, overworked from last night, almost gave way and he almost prostrate on the floor.

“Second brother, take it easy.” Tong Sanlang was quick to catch him.

“Ah, ok, ok.” Tong Erlang responded with a nod, patting his leg and sat back down after considering it for a moment.

Anyway, there was nothing serious when Tong Tiehu got angry, he just scolded them with the same old phrases. He was more concerned about the wild chicken., “Sanlang, when will we eat the wild chicken?”

Tong Sanlang “…”

Because of this little incident during breakfast, after the meal, Tong Tiehu sent everyone to go weed the fields with a gloomy face. Because Tong Sanlang was newly married, Tong Tiehu gave him a three-day break.

So when Qiao Xiaomai woke up, the only people left at home were her, Tong Sanlang and Zhang family who was sick in bed.

Tong Sanlang was reading at his desk. When he noticed her gaze, he quickly turned his head. Seeing her twinkling peach blossom eyes on him, a smile unconsciously crept onto his handsome face, “Awake? How do you feel?”

“Uncomfortable, give me a massage.” Qiao Xiaomai, rolled over on the bed as she spoke.

“Alright.”

Tong Sanlang got in bed willingly and started to attend to Qiao Xiaomai conscientiously.

He sometimes massaged his master, so his technique was not bad, Qiao Xiaomai was feeling comfortable and involuntarily hummed.

“A man who just got married can’t stand it when you hum like this.” Tong Sanlang reminded her, not to overdo it.

Qiao Xiaomai giggled, “A man?”

“Your man, any questions?”

Unable to resist, Qiao Xiaomai burst into laughter again, “Nothing wrong, my man.”

Tong Sanlang didn’t understand why she was laughing, he couldn’t help but slapped her on the butt, “Do you want to get up? I made chicken soup for you.”

“Huh? Chicken soup early in the morning?”

“To replenish your energy.”

“No need to replenish, go steam an egg custard for me.” Qiao Xiaomai ordered her meal.

“So I’m going to give all the chicken soup to mother.” Tong Sanlang got up from the bed.

“Sure.” Qiao Xiaomai responded.

She’ll eat what she has in her space.

Even if Tong Sanlang’s cooking was enhanced by rose bubbles, she wouldn’t want to drink it at this moment.