Chapter 188 Ling Wenqiang has more family affairs. Ling Tianyang reached out and touched Si Ya's furry head, bent down and said to Si Ya, "We don't eat balls today, can we eat baba today?"

Si Ya's pair of innocent big eyes stared at Ling Tianyang and asked in confusion: "Sister, what kind of dad?" Si Ya was still holding a light pink sticky cricket in her hand, her soft body was on the gray soil, and the mucus it secreted, which made people feel cruel and disgusting. But Si Ya didn't think that in her eyes, this thing was cute because she could eat eggs in the future.

When Sanya and Erya heard Ling Tianyang's bastard, their four eyes looked at her with bright eyes. They looked so cute that they felt so soft that they felt soft. They smiled gently and said, "It's glutinous rice cake! Come and go into the house with my sister. Erya, are your father and mother at home?"

Erya swallowed, forced herself to turn her eyes away, nodded, and said, "Sister Yangyang, my father and mother went out. My father said that there was still a family's wages that were not paid, so he went to check out, mom, mom......" Erya said, lowered her head and said softly, "Mom said she's out for a walk."

Ling Tianyang took a deep breath, and he knew He's personality and what the purpose of ventilating a trachea, "What about the family?" It seems that it's time for lunch. He's still outside now, so who cooks for them to cook?

"It's the eldest sister, the eldest sister is cooking now."

Erya was just talking when Daya's voice came from the yard: "Eya, don't take your sister away, it's time to have a meal!"

Erya heard Da Ya's voice and ran in happily, saying, "Big sister, Sister Yangyang is here!" Erya ran, Sanya and Siya followed her with short legs. Siya bit her millet teeth and drooled and said to Da Ya, "Big class (sister), Yangyang class (sister) brings her dad."

Ling Tianyang walked into the yard and saw Da Ya, who was as big as Ling Tianchen, surrounded by an apron that was much bigger than her, holding a spatula in her hand, standing at the kitchen door. Da Ya was thin, surrounded by the apron and her clothes covered with patches, which looked a bit out of character. Da Ya was too thin, and she couldn't hold on to the clothes. Er Ya, San Ya, Si Ya ran to her side, San Ya and Si Ya held one of Da Ya's legs, pointed to the basket in Ling Tianyang's hand and said, "Sister, dad!"

When Da Ya saw Ling Tianyang, a child-like smile appeared on her face, and she screamed crisply: "Sister Yangyang! Brother-in-law!"

Yan Tianxun was so happy that Da Ya's brother-in-law called Yan Tianxun. Seeing Da Ya and the others looked at him more and more, he smiled gently at the children and nodded.

Ling Tianyang felt a little sad when he saw Da Ya's figure. Her fourth aunt was just a person who was too lazy to die. Looking at Da Ya's clothes and her thin body, she really wanted to ask whether Da Ya was her biological child? In addition to being thin, Da Ya's body, her withered hair was tugged behind her head. Da Ya was only nine years old after all, and girls in the banana nest could not cut their hair at will. How could she take care of such long hair?

Ling Tianyang handed the basket in his hand to Da Ya and said to her: "Da Ya, Double Ninth Festival gift, sister wishes you a happy Double Ninth Festival!"

Da Ya took the basket, thanked Ling Tianyang, and pulled Ling Tianyang into the house to sit. She quickly went to the kitchen to clean two glasses of clean water for Ling Tianyang and Yan Tianxun. Da Ya was young, but he was very good at being a human being. People say that poor children were already the family, but Ling Wenqiang's family was not like this. He loved to visit his family, and a few young people in the family were thrown to the nine-year-old Da Ya and left. When Ling Wenqiang was not at home, Da Ya took the role of a mother.

"Sister Yangyang, you are too lazy to come to our house once. Let's have a meal at our house before leaving today?" Although Da Ya was asking, the affirmation in her tone was very firm. Without waiting for Ling Tianyang and the others to answer, Da Ya turned around and went to the kitchen.

Ling Tianyang looked at Daya's back with laughter and tears. Erya and the others looked at me, I looked at yours, and then everyone stared at the basket of glutinous rice cakes that were not picked up by Daya and drooled. Ling Tianyang lifted the basket and said to the children: "It's better to have a hot meal, come and eat."

Let a few children eat glutinous rice cakes, Ling Tianyang looked around the room himself. Yan Tianxun accompanied her, whispered to her ear and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Ling Tianyang pointed to the house and said nothing. In fact, the best of Ling Wenqiang's house was the one in Ling Wensheng's family. Ling Wenqiang himself was a carpenter and the furniture in the house was very exquisite. Even the tables for their meals were made of high-quality fir trees. The tables were carved with wealth patterns, and four identical stools were placed on the walls. Four short stools were placed not far away. The floor of the whole house looked very clean. However, the walls of the house were black and gray.

Walking out of the house, there were a lot of clothes hanging on a short clothes rod in the yard, both big and small. Not far away, a small piece of weed-covered wasteland, and there was nothing in the pigpen except spider webs. The chicken coop was well rested and it was very clean inside, but there were no chickens.

As she walked, Ling Tianyang said to Yan Tianxun: "You go and see those little laughter. I go and see Da Ya. I don't know if she can......" Is it cooked?

Yan Tianxun nodded. Yan Tianxun personally disliked cooking. It turned out that he had never cooked when he was a young man, but had been in the banana nest several times. As the eldest son of the family, Yan Tianxun was taught excellent military tactics and martial arts since he was a child, but cooking was absolutely forbidden. Even when he came to the banana nest later, he had almost never cooked because of the many women in the family. However, because of Ling Tianyang, he entered the kitchen several times.

When she walked into Ling Wenqiang's kitchen, the smell of urine coming from her face made her almost unable to help but twitch the corners of her mouth. She glanced at her eyes and saw Da Ya standing on a stool and carrying the rice steamer with difficulty. Ling Wenqiang's family had six people, and they had less oil and water, so they naturally ate more. Da Ya was only nine years old and couldn't hold her at all, not to mention that the steamer was still hot. As soon as Da Ya got started, she almost threw the rice steamer.

As he endured the pain, Da Ya's little face turned red. Seeing this, Ling Tianyang didn't care about the unpleasant smell. He quickly caught the rice steamer that was about to fall and said angrily: "Da Ya, how old are you? Why do you dare to do such stupid things? Don't you know that the rice steamer is very good?"

Da Ya was startled by Ling Tianyang's yelling, and then stood there at a loss. Ling Tianyang then reacted and said as gentle as possible: "Da Ya, I'm not yelling at you. You are only nine years old. How can you do such a dangerous thing? Either you wait for your father or your mother to come back and let them carry it down, or you call me the same, why do you do it yourself?"

Da Ya's crying look made Ling Tianyang regret it. Da Ya sniffed and said, "Sister Yangyang, I know, but my father doesn't know when to come back, my mother................. she doesn't know when to come back."

Ling Tianyang took a deep breath, patted Da Ya's shoulder, and said, "I know, but have you ever thought about it? What should you do if you accidentally get scalded by boiling water or the food fell to the ground?"

In rural areas, especially in such a poor place, there is so much rice in a steamed bun. If it falls to the ground, it will definitely be taught a lesson by the adults at home, and maybe even beaten.

Da Ya's tears suddenly flowed down and she said with a sob: "Sister, I understand. From now on, I will talk about it when my mother comes back!"

Ling Tianyang didn't know what to say at this moment. To be honest, she now feels that the children in Ling Wenqiang's family are really pitiful, especially when she meets a mother like He.

"Okay, sister knows. You are watching from the side. Are you doing well?" Ling Tianyang said, then went to wash his hands, started to reprocess the cut vegetables, then washed the pot, added some oil to it, and asked, "Daya, have you asked if there is any strange smell in your house?"

Da Ya shook her head and said honestly: "No, does it taste like it?"

Ling Tianyang thought it was strange. Why didn’t Da Ya smell such a big smell? Could it be that something was wrong with her nose?

Then she tried hard to smell it. The strange smell really looked like after snorting. She couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth. The smell and the aroma of the dishes in the pot were really weird. She almost vomited!

"No, Da Ya, you really haven't noticed it?" Ling Tianyang put down the spatula in his hand and moved over in the direction of smell. When he walked under the cupboard, Ling Tianyang felt that he was approaching because the smell was particularly clear here. He attracted Da Ya, and Ling Tianyang asked with a strange look on his face: "Da Ya, you really didn't smell it? Hey, it's here, it's very obvious!"

Da Ya leaned closer and smelled it, and her face was a little weird. Soon, her whole little face looked like a red apple. She was worriedly twisted the corner of her clothes and pointed to a clay pot on the side of the cupboard. Ling Tianyang almost fainted when he saw it. There was no clay pot here, it was obviously a chamber pot. Ling Wenqiang's house actually placed this thing in the kitchen, and it was also placed in the cupboard. Ling Tianyang had to admire everyone in their house at this moment. It was really too strong, so they could eat!

Ling Wenqiang's strange chamber pot looks like a clay pot with a large mouth and is not as small as a chamber pot. This kind of chamber pot reminds Ling Tianyang of the small clay pot used for pickling vegetables at home. When he saw it again, wasn't this the one used for pickling vegetables?
Chapter completed!