Battling Little Lou guessed that this should be Liu Cuihua's husband. Moreover, from the looks of it, their husband was on good terms with each other.

Lou Cheng rubbed his belly and laughed softly. Her husband had brought her food. He hadn't eaten a single mouthful of fish soup from the morning. He was already starving …

"Hey!"

Suddenly hearing Liu Cuihua shout through the door, Zhan Xiaolou looked over and saw Liu Cuihua holding a bun and chewing on it while pouting, "Are you going to eat? Aren't you hungry? "

Zhan Xiaolou, "..."

Seeing that Zhan Xiaolou did not say anything, Liu Cuihua wanted to leave immediately.

"I'll eat!" "Hungry!" The sound of Zhan Xiaolou gritting his teeth suddenly came from behind him.

Liu Cuihua laughed, then waved her hand and said: "Sanlang, bring in all the food you have!"

After a while, a thin and frail looking man with a small frame came into the room with a box in his hand. He did not look to be in high spirits and had a sallow complexion.

When Sanlang saw Zhan Xiaolou, his eyes lit up.

"Yo, which family is this lady from? She's so pretty!"

Liu Cuihua's face sunk, "Sanlang don't joke around, this is a murder suspect, he's very fierce! Stay away from her. "

Zhan Xiaolou, "..."

Sanlang glared at Liu Cuihua, "You really have been a yamen runner for a long time. Something is wrong with your head, this is clearly a man of honor. You wronged her, I won't forgive you."

Liu Cuihua hurriedly laughed, "That's right, that's right. I always remember what you said. Hurry and take out everything. We'll eat together and give her some."

Sanlang chuckled and took out the dishes one by one. "Eat more," he said to Xiaoluo. "I made these myself."

This was the first time Zhan Xiaolou had seen Liu Cuihua smile. He originally thought that she was someone who did not smile, but now he knew that her smile was only for her own Sanlang.

Zhan Xiaolou was somewhat surprised, but he had a whole new level of respect for Liu Cuihua. She knew that she was not truly afraid of her husband, but rather that she truly respected him.

There were quite a few things. Perhaps it was because of Liu Cuihua's big appetite, such as steamed buns, Cloud Swallowing, duck legs, and even a few small snacks.

He also seemed to be sixteen or seventeen years old. He remembered that her father had told her that she had been betrothed to a man in the capital since she was young, and it was unknown whether or not she had been able to marry that general's son in these past few years that she had forgotten.

"What are you thinking? "What? The steamed buns don't taste good?" Liu Cuihua asked as she watched Lou Cheng take a bite of the bun and was lost in thought while looking at the table.

Zhan Xiaolou smiled. "Of course it's delicious."

Actually, this steamed bun seemed to contain too much salt. Besides a salty taste, it was also a salty taste.

However, Liu Cuihua looked like she was eating with relish. No matter what, she did not eat enough, making Zhan Xiaolou admire her even more.

After barely eating a salty, sour bun, she picked up a piece of dessert and took a bite. She couldn't help but frown. This was too sweet!

It was so sweet!

Sanlang noticed that Zhan Xiaolou's expression was strange and nervous. He asked carefully, "What's wrong?" Is it... Is it not tasty? "

"Sigh." Liu Cuihua's foot gently kicked the battle building under the table, and then said: "How can that be? The taste is not too salty or sweet, it's all very suitable."

Sanlang obviously didn't believe her. He continued to look at Zhan Xiaolou, waiting for her reply.

Zhan Xiaolou put down the dessert in his hand and looked at Saburo. "Can I have a look at your tongue?"

Hearing this, Liu Cuihua and Sanlang's faces changed.