"Brown sugar."

"brown sugar is in the cupboard here." Mother Zhang hurriedly took the glass jar with brown sugar and handed it to him, "my uncle, what are you cooking? I'll do it. "

"no," the man said lightly. "Aunt Butong has a stomachache. I'll cook her a bowl of brown sugar water."

"Sir, I'll do it." "How can you do this kind of rough work?" Zhang said No, my wife drinks it. I want to cook it myself

"all right." Zhang Ma had to give up, but when she got along with this man alone, she still felt the indifference and estrangement of him, and could not care about...