No matter how hard she beat him, Chen Xing remained motionless.
Tired of being scolded and beaten, Ms. Yang refused to let go when she saw her son. She simply lay down on the ground and howled, "I can't survive this day. I can't live anymore..."
He was scolding Chen Xing for being unfilial and for watching his mother-in-law suffer from hunger. He obviously had a way to live a good life, but he refused to do so regardless of my mother's life or death.
Chen Xing sneered repeatedly, is there any way to live a good life?
What's that method called?
"Mom, just keep making trouble, but if there are any gossips outside, I will definitely tell the Ye family boys that those are all rumors created by my mother."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Xing strode out of the east wing.
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By the way, He Xiner happily followed her cousin back home. They went to the west wing first. When Wang saw them, she smiled, "It's cold outside, isn't it? Let's all drink some hot water to keep warm."
There is a kettle ready on the stove, which is convenient for washing hands and drinking water.
He Xiner put down the basket and said that she had not given anything to Yuanyuan and Cuizhi yet, so she would make some to give away in the afternoon.
Wang didn't care and followed her.
"Mom, are the gloves ready?"
What Wang was holding was a cyan cloak, and it looked like it was made by Ye Laiyin. He Xiner didn't see the gloves.
"I made three pairs first, you can wear them and see."
When she mentioned the gloves, Wang couldn't help but laugh and said, "This is the first time I'm doing this, and I don't know if it will fit properly."
As he spoke, he took out three pairs of newly made gloves from under the folded quilt, "Mom, I put them here specially to keep them warm so that I don't have to wear them cold."
"Hey, my mother's hands are so skillful!"
He Xiner took the gloves from Wang and looked through them fondly.
Ye Xusheng’s largest, azure-colored thin cotton gloves;
The larger women’s pair is naturally He Xiner’s, pomegranate red cotton gloves;
As for Wang Jinling's child, she wears a small style of the same color, pomegranate red cotton gloves.
The needlework is fine and the size is appropriate.
He Xiner helped the little girl put it on and asked her how she was doing with a smile.
After being warmed on the hot kang for so long, it feels very warm on the hand.
The little girl was so happy that she jumped three feet high, "It looks great! Thank you, second aunt, second aunt is the best!"
This caused both Wang and He Xiner to laugh.
"Cousin, let me put it on for you."
Turning around, she saw Ye Xusheng holding the gloves and not moving. He Xiner stepped forward to help with a smile.
"Hey, it's the right size."
Ye Xusheng pursed his thin lips and tried it with his fist. It was very flexible and did not hinder movement at all.
Not to mention, this glove is really a good thing.
Just when she was thinking about telling Dong Qiang and Uncle Zhang how to make these gloves, the little girl couldn't wait any longer and started to scream and mutter about making a snowman.
Mrs. Wang smiled and told her not to play for too long, then she left her sewing behind and went to the backyard to cook.
She was not afraid of the ice even with gloves, so He Xiner let the little girl play, and she had a lot of fun herself.
Not all the snow in the yard has been cleared away, but it has been swept together and it has long been dirty. A few people were playing in the alley, and the roadside is clean and not dirty.
Ye Xusheng made a decent snowman. The snowballs he made were big and round, full of childishness. He Xiner watched with gusto.
The little girl was just having fun, holding the snowball and always wanted to sneak up on Dabai. Unfortunately, she threw it more than a dozen times and failed to hit Dabai.
This little girl couldn't understand it. It was obviously a sneak attack. It was a sneak attack, but Dabai actually avoided it all.
"Hey, Dabai, why don't you just be obedient and let me hit you once!"
The noble ancestor Dabai gave her a look of contempt.
This look was so obvious that even the little girl, who had always been bold, felt it and immediately became disobedient.
"Sister Xin'er, sister Xin'er, look at it, it..."
The little girl pointed at Dabai and couldn't think of any words to describe it. She couldn't help but become anxious, stamped her feet and shouted angrily, "Dabai is bullying me!" This chapter has been completed!