Wei Lang Seducer's Handbook

Chapter 28 Millet Jujube Porridge

When Wei Ziqing went out, he saw that the banquet outside was about to end, and his relatives came to say goodbye to the host family.I saw a couple of newlyweds standing at the door. The man was tall and heroic, and the red color softened the hostility on his body.Lang Jun is petite and delicate, with a charming smile, and he is happy when he looks at it.

The villagers in the village are very lively, and they are willing to come and talk more to get close to each other, and even the villagers who live close to each other will not leave, so they just chat here.

Song Da turned his head to look at this gentle smiling man, didn't he look reluctant just now?At this moment, he is so eloquent that it makes some unforgiving people in the village laugh into chrysanthemums.

Wei Ziqing straightened his waist, even though his insides were already numb with pain, he still kept smiling, not wanting others to see that something was wrong.But there are more and more people, endless, it's almost dusk, my God, when will it be the end!

A throbbing pain came up, and his waist was so painful that his body swayed, and a hand stretched out in time to wrap his arm around it.

Song Da stood forward, his eyes swept over, the soft-spoken young man was replaced by a tough man, everyone lost interest in chatting, and within a quarter of an hour, except for the relatives who were finishing up, the banquet at the door was over.

Song Da looked at Lang Jun, who was half leaning on him, his face was as pale as paper, with cold sweat on his forehead in the comfortable spring afternoon.

Wei Ziqing didn't understand why Song Da, who had helped him cover up his embarrassment just now, suddenly became angry, withdrew his hand from supporting him and turned to enter the house.

He rolled his eyes in his heart, how much he hates him, why would he be so angry just by touching him!

The rest of the relatives even glanced here, Wei Ziqing smiled and greeted the relatives a few words, and then followed into the door, pretending to have nothing to do, and went back to the house. He climbed onto the bed.

He took the pillow and hugged it in his arms, pressing his stomach, thinking that at least on the surface he is also married, so he should be able to lie on this bed... After thinking it through, relax, and calmly wait for the stomach pain to pass.

There should be something to eat in the evening... Song Da shouldn't be so stingy... Perhaps he was tired from tossing around, and he fell asleep again.

"Brother Qing? Are you asleep?"

A pair of hands gently patted his back, he woke up from a dream, and seemed to smell the smell of jujube porridge, it must be a dream, he couldn't even eat the buns, where did the jujube porridge come from.

"This child... wake up, it's getting dark, it's time to eat."

Have a meal?Wei Ziqing woke up in a jerk, and opened his eyes to see an old and kind old man, it was Mother Song!

Yes, today is the day when he got married, and he slept till night, it's too embarrassing, because he slept on his stomach, he felt weird wetness at the corner of his mouth, but luckily Song's mother couldn't see him, his face turned red, and he quickly wiped it with his hand rubbed.

He lifted the quilt on his body, probably covered by Song's mother, got out of bed and saw a bowl of porridge on the table.

"Son, are you feeling unwell? Bo Ming just made some porridge, so hurry up and drink some, and I'll bring you the food."

Song Dazhuo?After getting in touch with his image of a rough guy, I wonder if this porridge is safe to drink?

Xu Shi was too hungry, and now he is much more energetic. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the enthusiastic mother Song: "Don't be busy, Auntie. I can get out of bed. Let's go out and eat together."

"Okay, okay, we Boming are filial, I don't need to do the cooking, you should try his handicrafts."

As he spoke, he took the bowl and took him by the hand to go to the outhouse.

A table full of meat dishes is probably from the wedding banquet.

Song's mother pulled him to sit down, held his hand tightly, and was still muttering: "This is all new, and the relatives who cleaned up at the banquet were all taken away. Brother Qing hasn't eaten anything all day and is hungry. It's broken, eat something."

The porridge is millet porridge with red dates, it looks decent, Wei Ziqing scooped a spoonful, um... not only cooked, but also sticky and thick.

"There are so many dishes in the house, and Bo Ming insists on making porridge. I said why... Hehe, my son loves Fulang too."

Wei Ziqing had no choice but to lower his head and drink the porridge to pretend not to hear. He felt that Song's mother was really thinking too much, and with Song Da's attitude, cook porridge for him?He'd better stop being self-indulgent.