He Xiner knew nothing about the good things Dabai did.
When I got home, I put the game in the shade of the west courtyard, took a larger backpack and fastened it on my back. I asked Dabai to play with the little girl, and she hurried to the backyard.
Together with her mother, she made a pot of deep-fried fried dough sticks. Thinking that her father also liked them, she didn't steam the steamed buns alone. Instead, she cooked a large pot of muddy porridge, mixed it with a plate of shredded pickles, and mixed shredded cabbage with chili oil.
, I felt that lunch was a bit simple, so I went directly to the vegetable garden to grab a small pot of bean sprouts and came back, and fried a ceramic pot of soybean sprouts.
Speaking of which, since I started doing this business seriously, my family has never been willing to eat it.
When Ms. Wang put the ceramic pot on the table and returned to the backyard to serve the fried dough sticks, Lao Qian opened the pot lid and took a look. She was a little unhappy when she saw it was soybean sprouts, "Isn't this thing meant to be kept and sold for money?"
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He Xiner rolled her eyes, the old lady was really obsessed with money.
Because of the silver bracelet before, Old Qian was already quite polite. If he had done this before, he would probably have yelled loudly.
"Okay, you can eat it when it's done."
Old Ye Tou was very happy. After saying this, Old Qian smiled at He Xiner and said, "This dish looks like it was made by the second girl."
"My guess is right."
"My mother and I fried a pot of fried dough sticks. Although they were delicious, they would make you tired after eating too much, so we thought about making some light dishes to go with it. After much thought, I decided that spicy and sour bean sprouts would be the most suitable.
, refreshing and smooth, hehe..."
He Xiner smiled and didn't care at all about Lao Qian's attitude. She could talk nice and keep it in exchange for money. When it comes to eating later, she didn't eat the most.
Sure enough, as soon as he heard that the fried dough sticks were fried, Lao Qian's old eyes immediately lit up, and he shouted impatiently, "Where are the fried dough sticks? Where are the fried dough sticks?"
He Xiner lost her face.
Lao Yetou's face isn't very good-looking either. He has lost his composure as he gets older. The children say he did it, and I won't lie to you. He just waits and looks anxious. It's not embarrassing.
He Xiner didn't want to talk.
It was the child Wang Jinling who said, "Second aunt is just serving fried dough sticks when she returns to the backyard. Grandma will wait a moment."
The little girl was already growing well. During these days, He Xiner gave her a lot of food, such as small stoves, fried noodles, boiled eggs, chicken legs, white fungus soup, as well as various dried fruits and cakes. She also had three regular meals.
As time went by, the little girl became more and more juicy. Her little face was as tender as a peeled egg, white, tender and slippery, which made He Xiner always touch it secretly.
With a cute baby face and clear eyes, the little girl looked at Old Qian's crisp words so innocently, with no restraint at all.
Lao Qian, who had always been hard-hearted and always beat and scolded his own nephew and grandnephew, actually felt soft at the sight of her, and subconsciously replied, "Well, okay, grandma knows."
The tone was surprisingly good, very gentle, and quite a bit like an elder.
Xiao Qian and Ye Feifeng sensed it immediately, and couldn't help but feel jealous and resentful. The old godly woman didn't treat her niece (granddaughter) well. She kept a black face every day and followed a black man.
It seems impermanent, but who would have thought that he would be so nice to a freeloader? It’s really unreasonable!
Especially Xiao Qian, who felt that she was pregnant with the golden grandson of the old Ye family and a great hero, so her parents-in-law should take a high look. However, they didn't take a high look at her, so they still arranged for her to pick beans and do the work, although it was a big deal.
She left most of the work to her daughter, but she was unwilling to do so.
Why is that old hen in the second room who doesn't lay eggs better off than she is, not to mention wearing nice clothes every day, but now he is blatantly trying to get hold of her mother's family, and even bringing them home to eat and drink for free? The most annoying thing is
It's my mother-in-law and she still doesn't care. This is simply, it's simply that my heart has gone astray! This chapter has been completed!