Because Zhao Gangling showed some inhumanity in his power, Wang Xue, who went back, decisively let Zhao Gangling step on.

This is the first time Zhao Gang-ling has been riding a tricycle. It looks very simple, but he is sweating all over his body and it seems that it is difficult to maintain balance.

"Three wheels are not as simple as you think."

Wang Xue sat comfortably behind and said, "You have to learn well."

When they got home, Zhao Gang-ling and Wang Xue took off the things.

A group of children staying at home surrounded them and each took some things to dismantle them.

"I have to teach them something, and I can't support them for the rest of my life, right?" Wang Xue said to Zhao Gangliang with a smile.

Looking at Wang Xue's smile, and the beads of sweat the size of beans on her face, and looking at the clothes that Wang Xue had not washed for a long time, Zhao Gang-ling was really shocked.

A little girl in her early twenties could do such a thing after experiencing both her parents' deaths. If it were Zhao Gangling, Zhao Gangling asked herself that she was not that strong and had a sense of social responsibility.

The children here were dismantling things, so Wang Xue took Zhao Gang-ling out.

The two went to the vegetable market.

There are fewer people in the vegetable market under the setting sun.

At this time, meat and vegetables in the vegetable market are the cheapest.

After buying some meat and vegetables, the two of them returned home.

What I received today has been almost dismantled.

"Let's go, kids, let's make dumplings!"

Wang Xue ran to the stove with a smile, and brought out the chopping board, kitchen knife and other things. A group of children also surrounded her, rolling the dough and burning the fire.

All of this seems very comfortable under the afterglow of the sunset.

Although there is no money, Zhao Gangliang can feel the happiness and satisfaction in these people's hearts.

"I'll do the meat chopping matter!"

Zhao Gang ran to Wang Xue with a smile, picked up the kitchen knife and chopped the meat.

It can be seen that these children don’t eat much meat on weekdays.

More than one thousand yuan a month, more than ten people, really little.

Although meat is cheap now.

However, for Wang Xue, who needs to accurately calculate the money, meat is still a rare thing.

The dumplings were put into the pot soon.

The fire burned.

A group of children surrounded the stove, staring at the pot on the stove, eyes full of longing and expectation.

The dumplings are out of the pot.

Wang Xue made a bowl of dumplings for a group of children, and then made another bowl of Zhao Gang-rye, but he walked into the room next to him.

Not long after, Wang Xue walked out with a big steamed bun, and then scooped some dumpling soup from the pot.

"You just eat this?" Zhao Gang asked in surprise.

"They are growing, so I'll eat this."

Wang Xue tore the steamed bun down hard and it can be seen that the steamed bun is very hard and must have been left for a while.

"You eat mine."

Zhao Gang-rye handed the bowl to Wang Xue.

"You are a patient, eat more, and you will be counting on you to move things tomorrow." Wang Xue said.

"I'm not hungry."

Zhao Gang-rye shook his head and said, "And I don't eat much meat."

"Tsk, what strength can I have without eating meat? Oh, don't be polite to me, even if I eat it, there is still a lot of it in the pot." Wang Xue patted Zhao Gang's shoulder and said, "This steamed bun is going to be rotten, I can't eat it."

"If you don't eat, I won't eat." Zhao Gangliang shook his head.

"Oh, you guys... OK OK, I'll eat, can't I eat it?"

Wang Xue shook her head helplessly and made a bowl of dumplings for herself.

Actually, it's basically soup, not many dumplings.

After dinner, there were still a few dumplings left.

While the children said they were full, they licked their lips at the dumplings in the pot.

Wang Xue smiled and distributed the dumplings to the children, but everyone said they couldn't eat them anymore and wanted Wang Xue to eat them.

"Then let's share it evenly! Come on, I'll feed you!"

Wang Xue signaled the children to line up, and then feed them two dumplings by one person.

At the end of the feed, there were still two dumplings left.

"Come on, let me give it to you, I don't have to feed you, right?" Wang Xue said with a smile.

"You eat it."

Zhao Gang-ling shook his head, "I'm full."

"That's what."

Wang Xue didn't feel pretentious with Zhao Gangliang, so she ate the dumplings in two bites.

After washing the dishes, it was already dark.

Poor families have no nightlife at night.

However, a group of children went up to the second floor very early and sat together.

An old electric fan squeaks, and the slight wind can at least blow away the heat of summer.

The children had expectations on their faces.

Because Wang Xue is going to tell a story next.

Telling stories is something that Wang Xue has to do every night. According to what Wang Xue said, children are energetic and tell them stories. Time passes quickly and they can sleep well.

Zhao Gangliang also sat down and listened this time.

The story is a very old-fashioned story, three little pigs.

A group of children listened with relish.

After finally finishing the story, the children went to bed.

Zhao Gang-rye was taken to her room by Wang Xue.

"There is a fan here. It's still hot now. You can blow the wind for a while and go to your place to sleep later. I'll take a shower first."

After saying that, Wang Xue turned around and walked out of the room.

Zhao Gang looked around and saw that Wang Xue's room was very small.

There was a bed with posters of F4 and the Four Heavenly Kings posted on it.

There is a large piece of cloth on the ceiling, and some dust can be vaguely seen on the cloth.

Zhao Gang-rye did not sit with the blower fan. He got up and walked out of the room and stood on the balcony.

A bright moon in the sky.

Zhao Gang frowned.

Who is he?

Although Zhao Gang-ling doesn't seem to bother this issue much, in fact, Zhao Gang-ling has been thinking about this matter today.

He knew that the injuries on his body would never be left behind by something in the water, but must have been beaten.

That's very simple, who hits himself?

Could it be that someone threw himself into the river?

When Zhao Gangyu thought of this, his head hurts

At this moment, a sound of water suddenly sounded next to the stove downstairs.

Zhao Gang-ling looked down and couldn't help but be stunned.

Under the moonlight, a pretty figure was lifting a water and pouring water on his body.

The water flowed along her hair, through her chest, down her chest, to her flat belly, wet her thighs.

It's Wang Xue.

Wang Xue has an ordinary appearance.

But the figure is enough to make many women cover their faces.
To be continued...