Chapter 883

Tang Bing naturally dared not say anything to Xiao Chen's master and mother, who was sleeping in the next room opposite, and let Xiao Chen take advantage of her.

Anyway, Xiao Chen regards Tang Bing as his own woman, which is nothing.

As for Mo Xiaowan, no matter what Xiao Chen does to her, she doesn't seem to resist, but will like and shy.

"Xiao Chen, I'm cold." Mo Xiaowan said.

When Xiao Chen let go of Tang Bing, he turned and hugged Mo Xiaowan.

Mo Xiaowan's body is soft and smooth, and there is a faint body fragrance on her. Xiao Chen also likes it very much. Now Mo Xiaowan is like a little cat, shrinking comfortably in Xiao Chen's arms.

Tang Bing just hated Xiao Chen taking advantage of her. After Xiao Chen let go, he didn't hold each other anymore. I don't know why, Tang Bing felt very uncomfortable again.

This bastard.

Tang Bing scolded again.

She doesn't know whether she hates Xiao Chen or likes to hold her like that?

Anyway, after Xiao Chen let go, he really felt much colder.

Xiao Chen felt that Tang Bing seemed a little cold, so he looked at her and said, "it's not cold when you sleep close to my back."

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The next morning, when Xiao Chen woke up, the two women had not got up. However, when the sun rises, the temperature in the morning is much higher than that in the evening.

Xiao Chen got up to wash, put on his clothes, went downstairs and saw that Shifu and Shiniang had got up.

As usual, one is doing his own locking, the other is reading or drying herbs.

It's been like this all these years anyway.

Master Xiao Chen can't come to see a doctor unless a patient comes to see a doctor.

"Breakfast is ready. Call them up."

When the two women came down, they found that they didn't rest so early in the big city.

Of course, I usually get up so early, so both women sleep very energetic.

Sitting there for breakfast, Xiao Chen unexpectedly saw widow Wang wearing a pink skirt and a coat coming with a basket.

Now Xiao Chen understands why the villagers like to gossip about widow Wang behind her back, and why the villagers say widow Wang is coquettish.

Obviously, although the widow Wang's dress is still a little rustic, it seems a little out of place compared with those village women in the village.

However, if it is in a big city or even a small county, the other party's dress is normal and shows nothing.

If these villagers go to Binhai city and see many young white-collar women exposed directly, they feel that it is detrimental to the social atmosphere.

"Sister Wang, are you here?"

"I just got some pickles. I know you like breakfast, so I sent some."

Widow Wang knows that only people in big cities can eat breakfast, while those in rural areas basically eat breakfast, that is, at eight or nine o'clock, at noon, at dinner, or not at noon.

But in big cities, breakfast, lunch, dinner and even supper are clearly divided.

This pickle was learned by widow Wang from the mother of the dead husband in the past. It is similar to kimchi. It is a little salty and spicy. It is better to be used as a side dish of white porridge.

"Sister Wang, I'm so sorry." Xiao Chen said.

It really doesn't make sense to ask a widow to deliver food to herself, but the other party still has nothing to rely on.

"What are you sorry about? You won't look down on my widow when you come back from a trip to the city! "

"I dare not."

Xiao Chen can only pick it up in a hurry.

The king's widow did not stay.

When looking at widow Wang's departure, Xiao Chen's master didn't say anything, but Tang Bing felt strange, especially the widow Wang was a little flirtatious!

Of course, she did not feel anything when she grew up in Binhai city.

However, just now a fragrance has gone by. Is this widow also spray perfume?

Where is the perfume from Xiao Jia village?

Mrs. Xiao Chen took the pickle brought by widow Wang. Looking at the color and smell, she found that it was well done. It was made of a kind of cabbage, radish, beans and pepper. It was similar to kimchi, but there were some differences.

This is sour and spicy. If sugar is added, it should be sweet.

"The widow Wang is a good craftsman." Xiao Chen said.

After Xiao Chen's wife took it in and fried a little, Xiao Chen tried it and found it very good!

"Sister Xiao Wan, hurry up and have a look. It's very good. Sister Wang has this skill. She can't die of hunger. She can make some casually and sell them in the town. Many people should buy them."

"I heard she went to sell, but later, many people harassed her. She was still behind her. Later, she didn't go. It's useless to say that no matter how much money a person makes."

Xiao Chen felt a little sad.

However, now master Xiao Chen's wife is a little strange. Widow Wang, who seldom comes here, actually comes to find Xiao Chen every day.

What is the widow King thinking?

Master Xiao Chen, no matter how clever she is, I'm afraid they don't understand.

After breakfast, it was only more than eight in the morning.

However, we have to climb mountains and mountains to the town, so it's very late to go now and come back in the afternoon.

"Are you going or not? I'll go alone?"

"Of course, go and have a look." Mo Xiaowan said.

After Xiao Chen spoke to his master and his wife, and then with Tang Bing, Mo Xiaowan was ready to go to the market in the town.

When the three people just arrived at the entrance of the village, they saw widow Wang coming.

The shoes worn by widow Wang are not sports shoes, cloth shoes and sneakers, but a pair of liberation shoes.

These release shoes are very popular in the countryside.

Both men and women, old and young, like to wear it because of its good quality and comfortable wearing. It's OK to wear it for a long distance.

However, looking at a young woman wearing these release shoes, Xiao Chen always felt a little strange.

"How do I feel that those shoes are so familiar? It turns out that they are the shoes you wore when you went to Binhai city." Tang Bing saw widow Wang wearing those liberation shoes. For a moment, she felt very familiar.

Because she was so impressed at the beginning.

"Sister Tang Bing, I blame you for throwing them away. I don't know how comfortable these shoes are. You'll know when you ask sister Wang."

"Comfortable? It stinks. I feel sick when I think of it now. " Tang Bing said.

Thinking of Xiao Chen's Liberation shoes, she thought of the dead mouse and the smell of smelly salted fish.

"Xiao Chen, wait for me." Cried the widow king.

Xiao Chen could only stop there and wait. He thought widow Wang had something to do.

When widow Wang came, Xiao Chen asked, "sister Wang, what can I do for you?"

"You, are you going to the town market?" Asked widow Wang.

"Sister Wang, do you want me to bring you something back?"