A Handbook for Raising a Wife in the Last Days [Double/‌‌‍‍1‍‌‎v‎‎‌‍‌1‍‌‍‎]

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*The little beauty's soft hole is wet and tight. The deeper the man goes, the tighter the hole becomes.

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The snow gradually melted a lot, and the road was covered with broken ice mixed with mud and dust, and many dirty footprints. It was very easy to fall when stepping on it. If you stepped into the snow water, you would get a frozen foot.

Liang Jin and Ji Wenxin have stopped using the kang in their home and have moved back to their previous bedroom. The temperature in the room is comfortable enough with just the floor heating.

Ji Xiaotian also returned to the second floor. He had no objection to the change of residence. Instead, he was excited to be able to jump and run outside again. The yard was full of his plum blossom footprints. The dog even learned to rub his feet clean on the carpet at the door before coming in.

Although the kang was not in use that day, smoke was still coming out of the chimney on the roof and a burning smell came from the kitchen. Liang Jin sat in the living room, staring at the kitchen with a nervous expression, as if he would rush in at any time.

Ji Wenxin drove the man out and cooked for herself. With her eyes red from the smoke, she looked at the mess in front of her and sighed. Sure enough, he was still the incompetent cook. Even if he learned from Brother Jin, he couldn't change his destructive hand.

"Xinxin, you don't have to do it. It's enough for me to know your intentions. If you hurt yourself, wouldn't I be even more sad?" The man was peeking at the door, but couldn't come in because of his wife's order. He was so anxious that he was almost scratching his ears.

When Ji Wenxin got up today, she said that in order to celebrate his birthday, she decided that he would do all the work for the day. Liang Jin didn't take it to heart at first.

Xinxin doesn't look like she can do any work. Instead of worrying about him hurting herself, it's better to let him do everything.

Who knew Xinxin was serious this time? He steamed buns in the morning and nothing went wrong. But when he started cooking at noon, Liang Jin heard the clanging sounds in the kitchen and the little beauty's exclamations. He felt so worried that he never let it go. He felt that this birthday was more tiring than usual.

Ji Wenxin looked at the pot of food on the stove that he couldn't recognize its original appearance, and thought guiltily that at a time when such food was very precious, it seemed like he was wasting it, so he might as well just eat it himself, and it would still be edible after removing the burnt parts.

But he thought of a problem. The man would definitely not let him eat burnt food. He had to find a way to convince him or make it impossible for him to object.

So Ji Wenxin glared hard, and soon a layer of mist welled up in her pupils, coupled with some red eye circles, she looked like she was about to cry.

"Brother! Woo woo... I messed up again, I can't do anything right..." After managing her expression, Ji Wenxin turned around and trotted into the man's arms, pretending to be very sad, sniffing and rubbing the man's neck.

Liang Jin didn't realize that he was pretending. When he saw the little beauty's eyes turned red, he immediately became anxious. He put his arm around his waist, sat down on the sofa, and held him on his lap to coax him.

"Xinxin, don't cry. If you can't do it well, then don't do it. Your husband is here, and cooking is not something you need to know." Liang Jin patted his back, just like he had comforted him countless times when they were children.

Ji Wenxin grabbed his clothes and buried her face in the man's chest, thinking that Jin Ge's chest muscles were so big and strong, and she kept saying, "I can't do such a simple thing, I'm a fool..."