Aunt Chen Guiyue arrived home for a while and was washing vegetables in the yard. Zhang Zhuqing came to her house with the guy who made bamboo mats. Sister Chen was washing vegetables!
Look at where are the best places for these guys in your house?
Making bamboo mats requires a certain amount of space. Generally, people make this bamboo mat in front of the hall in the house, because the place in front of the hall in the countryside will be larger. Chen Guiyue put down the dishes in her hand and took Zhang Zhuqing into the house. While walking, she said, "Why don't you make it in the room where I sleep." There are not many people at home anyway, so the room where I sleep is also big...
Aunt Chen Guiyue's mouth is really good at speaking. People who don't know think she is going to have sex in the sleeping room. Zhang Zhu nodded. Sister Chen is right. It's better to have a larger space, otherwise the place will be small and it will be difficult to do serious business!
Aunt Chen Guiyue smiled and Zhuqing. Your little mouth is so sweet. Everyone praises you for your good skills. I didn’t expect that you, a big man, are quite good at speaking. I’m looking for you to find the right person. I’ll make a few dishes later to reward you…
Zhang Zhuqing had never heard of such a caring heart from his wife. Every time he did that, Zhang Zhuqing took the initiative, and he tossed for most of the day. His wife didn't even say a word. The little girl in his family didn't do anything, and she relied on him like a child. Over time, Zhang Zhuqing slowly felt aesthetic fatigue from his wife deep in her heart. From the deepest desire in a man's heart, Zhang Zhuqing was actually longing for a violent storm, eager to conquer or spur those female mammals.Or he was spurred or destroyed by those mammals. He hated the same drizzle, the monotonous scenes of doing serious work on dark nights, and the sound of the bed without moans. Zhang Zhuqing's young and competitive mind gradually developed some immoral thoughts. In addition, his little girl had not big breasts and her butt was not fat enough. Zhang Zhuqing had dreamed of having sex for several nights in a strange environment, pounding hard on a woman with a strange big breast and fat ass. The next day, after waking up, his underwear was wet!
Zhang Zhuqing began to weave bamboo mats quickly. He took out the bamboo strips that had been soaked in water and scraped them flat with a knife. After scraping them flat, he divided the bamboo strips into thinner and thinner bamboo strips, and then weaved them on the ground like a carpet. The work of weaving bamboo mats does not have strong technical content, but they also pay attention to a skill and experience. The bamboo mats made by some young men who just debuted either lack a hole here or the bamboo silk strips there have cracks. Such bamboo mats are unqualified. Although Zhang Zhuqing is not old, he has been making bamboo mats for five or six years. He is very skillful. He saw that he was so skillful with a knife to divide bamboo mats. It was fast and the sound of brushing was endless, and it sounded rhythmic!
Just after ten o'clock, Aunt Chen Guiyue started cooking. At noon, she prepared eggplant, fried pork with ginger, cabbage, loofah, and cooked a seaweed egg flower soup, with four standard dishes and one soup. By about half past ten, the food was ready. Then Aunt Chen Guiyue called Zhang Zhuqing crisply and coquettishly. Zhuqing, rest for a while, it's time to have a meal. Come and see what delicious food I have prepared for you!
Look at where are the best places for these guys in your house?
Making bamboo mats requires a certain amount of space. Generally, people make this bamboo mat in front of the hall in the house, because the place in front of the hall in the countryside will be larger. Chen Guiyue put down the dishes in her hand and took Zhang Zhuqing into the house. While walking, she said, "Why don't you make it in the room where I sleep." There are not many people at home anyway, so the room where I sleep is also big...
Aunt Chen Guiyue's mouth is really good at speaking. People who don't know think she is going to have sex in the sleeping room. Zhang Zhu nodded. Sister Chen is right. It's better to have a larger space, otherwise the place will be small and it will be difficult to do serious business!
Aunt Chen Guiyue smiled and Zhuqing. Your little mouth is so sweet. Everyone praises you for your good skills. I didn’t expect that you, a big man, are quite good at speaking. I’m looking for you to find the right person. I’ll make a few dishes later to reward you…
Zhang Zhuqing had never heard of such a caring heart from his wife. Every time he did that, Zhang Zhuqing took the initiative, and he tossed for most of the day. His wife didn't even say a word. The little girl in his family didn't do anything, and she relied on him like a child. Over time, Zhang Zhuqing slowly felt aesthetic fatigue from his wife deep in her heart. From the deepest desire in a man's heart, Zhang Zhuqing was actually longing for a violent storm, eager to conquer or spur those female mammals.Or he was spurred or destroyed by those mammals. He hated the same drizzle, the monotonous scenes of doing serious work on dark nights, and the sound of the bed without moans. Zhang Zhuqing's young and competitive mind gradually developed some immoral thoughts. In addition, his little girl had not big breasts and her butt was not fat enough. Zhang Zhuqing had dreamed of having sex for several nights in a strange environment, pounding hard on a woman with a strange big breast and fat ass. The next day, after waking up, his underwear was wet!
Zhang Zhuqing began to weave bamboo mats quickly. He took out the bamboo strips that had been soaked in water and scraped them flat with a knife. After scraping them flat, he divided the bamboo strips into thinner and thinner bamboo strips, and then weaved them on the ground like a carpet. The work of weaving bamboo mats does not have strong technical content, but they also pay attention to a skill and experience. The bamboo mats made by some young men who just debuted either lack a hole here or the bamboo silk strips there have cracks. Such bamboo mats are unqualified. Although Zhang Zhuqing is not old, he has been making bamboo mats for five or six years. He is very skillful. He saw that he was so skillful with a knife to divide bamboo mats. It was fast and the sound of brushing was endless, and it sounded rhythmic!
Just after ten o'clock, Aunt Chen Guiyue started cooking. At noon, she prepared eggplant, fried pork with ginger, cabbage, loofah, and cooked a seaweed egg flower soup, with four standard dishes and one soup. By about half past ten, the food was ready. Then Aunt Chen Guiyue called Zhang Zhuqing crisply and coquettishly. Zhuqing, rest for a while, it's time to have a meal. Come and see what delicious food I have prepared for you!
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