The charming girl of the farm gate of crossing

Chapter 911 It's all your fault, debt collector
Xuyang was diagnosed as Wuhuier since he was a child, and the whole Lao Ye family was tense. The old men were busy making money, and the women in the family were not idle. The old Qian and his wife really picked it up. Beans all year round.

Naturally, the eldest wife and wife also picked up beans, although most of them were made by Ye Feifeng.

Not to mention the second wife and wife, from the beginning to the end of the year, there is not a single day of leisure.

Just to make money, it's fine to be busy, but the depressive atmosphere at home is really hard to breathe.

Knowing that her father was in a bad mood, he put on a face all day long like the king of Hades, Ye Guihua was worried every day, she didn't dare to laugh or scream, she planned to trick He Xiner again, but she was afraid of making trouble The movement irritated her father, so he had no choice but to give up.

It's finally a New Year's Eve, and the second room is busy posting couplets and hanging lanterns. Ye Guihua is really happy in her heart, and she only looks forward to having fun.

I don't want to hear her mother's yelling and scolding anymore. After listening to it for half a year, my ears are almost callused.

Besides, it's the first day of junior high school tomorrow, and she will take the big girl to go skating~
As for the second girl, forget it, that dead girl is getting more and more graceful, she doesn't want to be a green leaf to set off the red flowers.

Old Qian, who was full of hostility, never expected her daughter to say such words. She usually scolded everyone, but her daughter was very happy secretly.

Just after thinking about it, I feel that what the girl said is reasonable, forget it, for the sake of the Chinese New Year, I will let that bitch go once.

After thinking about it, he said again, "Why does that bitch just eat what's ready-made and call her to work? At least my old lady doesn't scold others."

Ye Guihua disliked the cold outside, and Wang, who was rolling the dough, had to put down the rolling pin in her hand and go to the East Wing to call for help.

Before people could walk out of the main room, old Qian's voice came from inside again, "There is also a big girl calling."

"Hey, I see."

At this time, Xiaoqian was staring at his younger son angrily, cursing in a low voice, "It's all your fault, a debt collector, which made my old lady lose face, and dare not even go to the house during the Chinese New Year..."

Ye Feifeng, who was cleaning with a broom in a thin jacket, gave her mother a dissatisfied look.

Her mother is selfish and careless, why is her brother sick?
It's not all her doing!
In the past six months, seeing his father busy like a spinning top because of his younger brother's illness, he didn't even have time to take a breather, but he still spared half an hour to teach his younger brother how to speak, even if he didn't know how to speak. Look, don't listen, don't respond, and her father never curses.

Her father is really an excellent father, but her mother...

For a long time before, Ye Feifeng hated her father for beating her, and hated Ye Laijin from the bottom of her heart, but after what happened to Xiao Xuyang, Ye Feifeng was finally moved by her father's deep fatherly love, and sincerely admired her father.

In addition, Xiaoqian was out of tune and left all the big house's work to his daughter, which made Ye Feifeng annoyed.

A heart unknowingly moved closer to her father, giving birth to many thoughts of closeness.

"The godly old woman tosses my old lady every day..."

Mrs. Qian was still cursing, but Mrs. Wang who was about to walk to the door suddenly stopped, stepped back helplessly, and shouted, "Sister-in-law, mother said that you and the eldest girl will help make dumplings."

The little Qian in the room was startled at first, then overjoyed, and answered with a loud voice, turning around and urging Ye Feifeng, "Clean up here quickly..."

The New Year's Eve dinner in the evening was still started by He Xiner and Ye Xusheng. They used all the large and small stoves, boiled, steamed, and steamed. The whole kitchen was steaming, like smoke and water vapor.

The two of them were only wearing thin short jackets, but they were covered in thin sweat from the heat, "Brother Hall, wipe my forehead."

(End of this chapter)