With her temperament, even with the new cotton and new cloth, she can make a quilt cover by herself. How can she be so pompous and hang it outside for others to see?
He Xiner was suspicious, and when she got to the kitchen, she asked Mrs. Wang, "Mom, what's going on with the new cotton curtain at the door of the main room?"
"That's what my mother just made."
When the lid of the big pot was lifted, smoke-like vapor rose up. The kitchen was filled with mist. Mrs. Wang bent down to serve the dishes, but did not even bother to look back after listening to her daughter's words.
"The curtains made by my second aunt are so beautiful!"
The little girl Wang Jinling admired her heartily.
He Xiner looked in disbelief, "You didn't tear off my breasts and keep them for yourself?"
"You kid..."
Although only her mother was there, Ms. Wang was still a little uncomfortable. She looked at the door with a guilty conscience, then turned to look at her daughter who looked sleepy and whispered, "You pick out the cotton with a wooden stick every day."
Quilt, don’t your parents know?”
"Hehe~"
It seemed that her parents knew that she was feeling unhappy, so they specially made new cotton curtains to replace them.
"What about my breasts?"
"Your father gave you ten pounds of new cotton and two feet of cloth to make a quilt."
"Father, do things openly!"
"This child..."
Mrs. Wang couldn't laugh or cry.
Lunch at noon was relatively simple, including white rice porridge, white flour steamed buns, potatoes, bacon, and fried pickles. The ladies came in and out, and the meal was quickly set.
In the morning, I saw a cart full of bean sprouts and yellow garlic. He Xin'er thought her father had come back late, but Ye Laiyin returned home before noon. It is said that the stewards of several large households saw the fresh and tender bean sprouts.
The soybean sprouts were left in without even being beaten, which was very refreshing.
Old Ye Tou was overjoyed and said that everyone worked hard and would get money at the end of the year.
After hearing this, the old Qian's wife and the young Qian's wife also became energetic and geared up.
As a result, the atmosphere in Lao Ye's family was surprisingly good and harmonious.
Well, especially if there is no irritating little skinny monkey at the dinner table, everyone will be in a better mood.
Qian Xiaohe, the little skinny monkey in the east wing, was so anxious that she walked around the room almost eight hundred times. She was so hungry that she was so hungry that she wanted to eat fried dough sticks, meat and bones, and drink white rice.
Porridge……
Just when she couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to rush into the main room, Ye Feifeng and Xiao Qian's wife came back full of food, "Here, it's your food."
A big white-faced steamed bun was thrown high by the good Ye Feifeng. The little skinny monkey subconsciously stretched out his hands to catch it. He stared blankly at the steamed bun in his hands, raised his head in disbelief and asked, "Is this the only one?"
"Chi~"
"Aren't you satisfied with the white flour steamed buns? Then go back to Lao Qian's house and eat steamed buns!"
Ye Feifeng's face was filled with ridicule and disdain.
"Auntie, I was sent by my grandma to serve you..."
"Come on, don't say those nice things. It's useless. I want to take a nap. If you don't want to eat, just pick up the beans."
Oh, how could Xiao Qian care about her? When she was kicked back to her parents' home by the old Ye family, she couldn't even eat the steamed buns, not to mention the steamed buns.
The little skinny monkey's tears rolled around in his eyes, and finally they rolled down in a fit of coughing. Then they burst out like a flood that burst a dam and were out of control. Then he howled so loudly that it shook the earth.
!
She was crying so loudly, as if she had been wronged in all kinds of ways, and she was angry and unwilling to accept it. She didn't know what to do with her, but she didn't know what the old Ye family was doing to her.
Little Qian, who had just laid down and was about to take a comfortable nap, was upset by her noise. He picked up a pillow and threw it at the little skinny monkey. "Is your mother dead or something? If you want to mourn, just give it to me."
I’m leaving!”
Suddenly, a pillow filled with wheat husks was hit on the head. The pain caused the little skinny monkey to whimper and bump on the spot, crying even more heartbreakingly... This chapter has been completed!