The charming girl of the farm gate of crossing

Chapter 717 My Heart Is Almost Overwhelmed

He Xiner knew nothing about Dabai's good deeds.

When I got home, I put the wild game in the shade of the west courtyard, took a bigger basket and buckled it up, and asked Dabai to play with the little girl, and she hurried to the backyard.

I fried a pot of deep-fried dough sticks with my mother, thinking that her grandfather loved it too, so I didn’t steam steamed buns alone anymore, boiled a big pot of muddy porridge, mixed a plate of shredded pickles, and mixed shredded cabbage with chili oil, Feeling that lunch is a bit simple, 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.

To put it bluntly, the family has not been willing to eat since starting this business seriously.

When Mrs. Wang put the ceramic pot on the table and went back to the backyard to serve fried dough sticks, Mrs. Qian opened the lid of the pot and took a look. Seeing that it was soybean sprouts, she was still a little unhappy, "Isn't this stuff going to be sold for money? "

He Xiner rolled her eyes, the old lady really got into money's eyes.

Because of the silver bracelet before, old Qian had already spoken very politely, but if he put it aside, he might just yell at him.

"Okay, you can eat when it's done."

Old Yetou was very happy. After speaking, Old Qian smiled at He Xiner and said, "This dish seems to be made by the second girl."

"My father guessed right."

"My mother and I fried a pot of deep-fried dough sticks. Although it was delicious, it would be greasy if you ate too much, so I thought about making some light dishes to go with it. After much deliberation, I decided that it would be most suitable to make hot and sour bean sprouts. , refreshingly smooth, hehe..."

He Xiner was grinning, she didn't care about Old Qian's attitude at all, she would say nicely, saying that she would keep it for money, and she would eat it later, but she didn't eat the most.

Sure enough, as soon as he heard that fried dough sticks were fried, old Qian's old eyes lit up immediately, and he shouted impatiently, "Where are the fried dough sticks? Where are the fried dough sticks?"

He Xiner was ashamed to look at it.

Lao Yetou's face is not very good-looking, and when he is old, he will not be stable. The children will say that they have done it, and they will not lie to you. Just wait, and it is not embarrassing to look anxious.

He Xiner didn't want to talk.

It was Wang Jinling who said, "Second aunt is serving fried dough sticks when she goes back to the backyard. Grandma wait a moment."

The little girl was already good-looking, and during these days, He Xiner fed her a lot of small stoves, fried noodles, boiled eggs, chicken legs, white fungus soup, as well as various dried fruits and pastries. The little girl became more and more juicy after being raised, her little face was as tender as an egg that had been peeled off its shell, white and tender, slippery, which made He Xiner always touch it secretly.

With a lovable baby face and clear eyes, the little girl just looked at old Qian's crisp words with such innocence, without restraint at all.

The old Qian who had always been hard-hearted, who would beat or scold his own nephews and grandchildren, was actually softened by her seeing him, and subconsciously replied, "Yes, good, Grandma knows."

The tone was surprisingly good, very gentle, and kind of like an elder.

Xiaoqian and Ye Feifeng sensed it immediately, and couldn't help feeling envious and envious, and hated her to the point that she didn't have a good accent to her niece (granddaughter), and she had a black face every day, talking to a black It seems impermanent, but who knows that he is so good to a door-to-door free food, it is really unreasonable!
Especially Xiaoqian, she felt that she was pregnant with the golden grandson of the old Ye family, a great hero, and her parents-in-law should take a high look at her. Instead of being high-sighted, she still arranged for her to pick beans and do work as usual. She threw all the work to her daughter, but she was still unwilling.

Why is the old hen in Erfang better off than her?

Not to mention the glamorous clothes I wear every day, but now I am brazenly pulling my natal family, and even bringing them home for free, and the most annoying thing is that my mother-in-law doesn’t care about it. went!
(End of this chapter)