After Zhao Huaien, a Tubo man, entered her vision, Bier first thought of using this man she didn't hate to stimulate another man, hoping that the other party could know her existence and even let her marry her, so that her shy self-esteem would be greatly satisfied.

But after the man named Yan Ping gave her a playful look, she was unwilling to throw this question to the replacement next to her: "What does his smile mean?"

"Eating the filling and oil-free pancakes - no matter how he looks at it, he will think that it is a flower inserted on the donkey manure, and he will not think that it is this flower inserted in the donkey manure pile and has nothing to do to absorb its nutrients."

After hearing this, Bi'er was so angry that she was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. It turned out that among the three, she was playing around like a fool. The reason why this donkey named Zhao Huai'en took the initiative to throw himself into her arms and sit still because he had already seen through this woman's tricks. In Bi'er's almost crazy eyes, the person came just said quietly: "Can you be more serious next time you perform? Who has ever seen someone eating a bowl, staring at the pot, or even thinking about the ground?"

When Bier reacted and criticized her for being prepared for the woman who was busy and furying, the donkey ran away with his hooves and ran away at an incredible speed, disappearing without a trace from her eyes. From that moment on, Bier began to seriously examine the inconspicuous donkey.

When she first arrived at Donkey's house, she was shocked by everything in front of her. He was naked and pushed the stone mills with almost a hundred gold pounds on the stone tray next to her. Next to her was a group of idiots who were full of minds and wished they could be pulled into the house and pushed down by the donkey without any concealment.

The donkey would roar one or two from time to time, but it would instead bring screams to the sound of the broken throat that was not better than the pig's chirping.

When a donkey seemed to be more popular than her thorny rose, Bier was deeply hurt. The spikes on her body seemed to hurt people wherever she put them. Who knew that she was just pretending to be shy, as long as she could trample on her self-esteem in front of everyone as shamelessly as the person in front of her; or if she was willing to take the initiative to show her feelings to Yan Ping, why did she end up with a thorny rose that seemed inappropriate to put them anywhere?

"Wife, you once said, 'Whoever dares to step into the threshold of your Zhao family, will you break their legs,' right?"

After the donkey roared this cynical whisper, Bier, who came to her senses, realized that the women in heat around had already retreated in shame. They naturally regarded this woman as his wife. As for a calm woman who made people feel fear for nothing, she was much more murderous than anger who put her hands on her hips.

Before Bi'er could take the conversation, donkey Zhao Huaien said again: "I'll help you, you help me, let's clear the two of us."

Bier had an inexplicable sweet taste in her heart. This was not a real donkey with a sperm on her brain, but a fake donkey that seemed to be a little clever.

Bier apologized for no reason: "You are not blamed for this matter. I am wrong first, so I shouldn't use yours."

"Can you move some free and help me cook a meal? I've pushed this stone mill for an afternoon and I really don't have the strength to clean it up."

Bier hesitated for a long time before nodding in panic. She knew nothing about cooking skills. In the village, she used to be a Maitreya Buddha who had a meal. Later, she traveled with Yan Ping, and no matter how hard she had to move her chopsticks to enjoy the ready-made Sanqing Taoist. After just setting aside, she thought about how to become Yan Ping's landlord. The reason why she promised him was just to experience this feeling in advance. After she found that Yun Fenghuang, a woman who had come out of the palace before, could cook a good dish in just a few months, she decided to start from scratch from now on, and have a war without gunpowder.

However, the prelude of this war was the thick smoke that made her almost choke and breathless. Her white face turned into a big flowery face. She even laughed at the feeling of igniting Caihe with her eyes. When she was at a loss next to her, a broad back appeared beside her. After igniting the evil fire that made her silent in a magical way, she was so surprised that she began to look up at the savior in front of her with another look.

"My mother told me when she was very young that the best way to think of a man who is devoted to himself is to use family methods, such as controlling his stomach. No matter what, you have to take a hand and give a dish that the man you care about can never forget. Even if he eats it for a lifetime, he will not get tired of it. No matter where he goes, he will always only care about this taste. Then you are truly grasping a man's heart."

Zhao Huaien suddenly remembered Feng Shiniang. What he liked the most was a bowl of porridge made by the other party. Even though it tasted boring, he felt that it was the most delicious food he had ever eaten in his life. Every time he faced the flames that kept jumping in the earthen stove, he would think of the no longer existed Peach Blossom Inn in the distance, the wicked people there, and so many things he had experienced together in the future.

Zhao Huaien would think of the cook who was killed by himself from time to time. The cook killed pigs, cattle, and people, but he couldn't kill them all. Perhaps he didn't understand why Zhao Huaien, the donkey, finally came to fight with him, just because the donkey just wanted to continue to be a Peach Blossom Inn and could never escape a foot of the donkey that continued to circle around the place. The flower was still the flower, and the man was still the same person.

After a familiar smell came into Zhao Huai'en's donkey's nose again, he said to himself: "We are half a pound to eight ounces - we are equal to each other."

At this time, there were a few almost black charcoal-like tortillas lying in the big pot. Bier thought she was not as talented as Yun Fenghuang. At this time, she looked at the corn buns that were not human-shaped by her own harm, and she had to say sorry: "I'll invite you to have a meal outside. You may even dislike this pig."

The pig might dislike it, but the donkey didn't care about the burnt corn cake in front of him. He picked up the black things and kept sending them into his mouth, muttering: "Continue, the amount is a bit not enough."

Bier, who was throwing her arms out of the pot, poured her greatest hatred into the corn cake. After going down one by one, she was still persistent, unrestrained, and dark. But the donkey finally wiped out these black things completely, leaving behind the golden hidden in the darkness.
Chapter completed!