The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

Grandma Zhu was stunned.

“Ever since I was young, my mother wanted to arrange an arranged marriage for me, but it didn’t happen even when I reached marriageable age.” “My mother got anxious after she reached marriageable age.”

my mother has made me go to gaoliang at night for two years. I’ve been dragged in there three times, three times, and I didn’t do anything! The woman raised her head. Her face scared the little Lulu so much that he jumped three feet high.

“I heard that the hall of salvation can save people from suffering and even kill evil spirits. Since last year, I’ve been coming to the hall of salvation late at night to pray for blessings. It’s been half a year, almost a year.”

The woman sobbed.

Granny Zhu’s heart almost stopped beating.

“Y-y-you’re crying because he pulled you into the sorghum field and didn’t do anything?” Grandma Zhu clutched her heart and panted heavily. What kind of

people were these?

The woman couldn’t help but nod. I only hope that the Savior can bless me. Next time, someone will come and pull me into the sorghum field. I want to do something.

“My mother said that when the time comes, I won’t cry or make a fuss and will just cling on. In fact, I’m already 18 after the new year.” The woman’s face was dark. She stood up, wiped her tears, and bowed to the Savior.

Lu huaijiang’s face darkened.

He suddenly realized that the Savior was not normal. Even his believers were not normal.

Little Huai Lu mumbled, ‘I care about the evil, but occasionally I care about marriage. But I don’t care about pulling people into the sorghum field.” Just as she was about to listen to something else, she felt Lu huaijiang’s sharp slap on her forehead.

She was immediately sent back to the Jiang family.

Jiang huailu opened her eyes, covered in a blanket, and touched her head in a daze. “You’re hitting my head again. You’re getting stupider.” After he finished speaking, he fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Jiang huailu was pulled out of bed by Madam Xia.

“Mother, this is the steamed lamb I brought back yesterday, and some fruit juice. Coincidentally, they’re all Lulu’s favorite.” Jiang Huaian rubbed his brows and handed Madam Xia a basket.

When Madam Xia saw that there was a flower in the basket, she immediately raised her eyebrows.

“Mother, don’t misunderstand,” Jiang Huai ‘an immediately explained. She didn’t know who had given her son this, but he had left it at the door early in the morning. The gatekeeper said that they were wearing the Academy’s clothes, so I’m afraid they are the girls in the Academy.”

Jiang Huaian blushed.

Xia Shi couldn’t help but laugh. Her son was fifteen this year and had grown up.

She was almost at the age of engagement.

She didn’t laugh at him.

“Mother told the gatekeeper to be more careful. If you like it, then so be it. If you don’t like it, then you can talk to the lady in private. Don’t waste her time and waste her time on you.”

After that, he looked at the pretty food box and mumbled, “”Lulu is so lucky. He asked me to buy a steamed lamb yesterday, but someone’s giving it to him today.”

Jiang Huai ‘an couldn’t help but feel happy. he also asked me to bring some steamed lamb back. I remembered it well, but I came back too late from my shift last night and forgot about it.

Xia Shi looked at him reproachfully, “you, don’t spoil her.” Look at this guy’s stomach, it’s almost popping out.”

“You don’t say, neither of us bought it. The steamed lamb still ended up in her mouth. She was really lucky. In the end, she had eaten it. It’s all fate …” Jiang Huai ‘an couldn’t help but tease him. No wonder he was a God of cooking, able to eat whatever he wanted.

Jiang huailu smiled and took a bite of the mutton. It was tender and fragrant, and his tongue was about to fall off.

She wasn’t sure if it was fate or not.

However, she knew that her fate of wanting to eat the Lamb was in her hands.

The little girl lowered her head and laughed secretly..