The love of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea

"Xiao Chen, the bride is quite pretty."

Wang Zibo didn't dare to be Ximen Qing. He just felt that a beautiful girl like his bride would have too many guys pursuing her in University. In the end, she found such a partner. He was really a lemon that had nowhere to be placed in his heart.

"It is indeed beautiful."

Chen hansheng almost used the " Beauty " unit of measurement, Shang Yanyan, again, but he gave up the idea when he thought that Wang Zibo was not familiar with Shang Yanyan.

"Zibo, if you pay attention, the genes in this village are very good. Not to mention the young Shen youchu and the bride, even the young ah ning and the young women who have just been married for a few years are all very beautiful."

Wang Zibo had been putting on the air of a "top student" just now. He only raised his head to observe the crowd now.