A small farmer's daughter-in-law

Chapter 57 057

What was even worse was that her two sons and daughters were still not around, and they were taken away by that dead man.

For so many years, she lived alone in the small town, and no one came back to see her. She was like a forgotten rose, withered and withered alone, without any vitality.

Lin Xiaoxiao walked quickly, came over and pulled a chair, sat down and picked up the millet porridge that Aunt Wu gave her, sniffed the rice in satisfaction, blew on the hot air, and pecked lightly.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Oh, this millet porridge is really delicious. Aunt Wu's craftsmanship is so good. It's much better than my mother's."

Aunt Wu sat opposite, with a kind smile on her face, and a soft opening.

"Really? If it tastes good, drink more."

She rarely mentioned Lin Xiaoxiao's parents, but she didn't expect to mention them suddenly today because of a bowl of millet porridge.

Aunt Wu also didn't intend to ask the bottom line. If the family's conditions were good, which family would be willing to let a beautiful young girl come out alone to rent a house, set up a street stall, and become a dog from exhaustion every day.

In Aunt Wu's heart, Lin Xiaoxiao's family should belong to the very difficult one, but Lin Xiaoxiao didn't say anything, and she didn't plan to ask.

Who hasn't tapped their secrets?What's more, I am not alive and covered in mud.

"Ok!"

Lin Xiaoxiao hummed, lifted the millet porridge again, and pecked lightly. The millet porridge just out of the pot was covered with golden oil, which made her little tongue curl up, but she held it firmly in her hand. Li, did not withdraw.

But in my mind, I couldn't help thinking about the original owner's family, a native peasant family living deep in the mountains.

Lin Xiaoxiao said that Aunt Wu's porridge is better than her mother's. It's really not true. Her mother is far away in the country. According to her surviving memories of time travel, she really doesn't have much impression of her mother's cooking skills.

I just remember that the small wooden house in her family was very small and dark. Every day before dawn, my mother would get up and cook for the whole family around a dark earthen stove. Due to the poor family conditions and the rural life He is frugal and cooks mostly miscellaneous rice porridge.

But at that time, they didn't have too many requirements and extravagant expectations, they just wanted to eat enough. Fortunately, their family belonged to the kind of family that was neither rich nor too poor, and it was completely guaranteed to have enough food and clothing.

Later, it was rumored that Lin Xiaoxiao had a marriage in the city, and then Lin Xiaoxiao became arrogant and domineering in the village, and even felt superior to others at home.

Every time she eats, she always chooses the best food in the family, but her mother silently eats the bad ones, the coarse vegetables and Lin Xiaoxiao's leftovers.

Later, after Lin Xiaoxiao went to the city to get married, she became even more domineering, and she didn't even go home to take a look.

Until she crossed over and inherited everything in this body.

Now that I think about it, the Lin Xiaoxiao before I came here was really... hard to describe.

It is really ungrateful for a girl from the countryside to marry into a wealthy family in the city as a daughter-in-law, and even look down on her natal family.

Her mother can be regarded as an honest person, and she is dedicated to being a good woman in the family.

Thinking of this, Lin Xiaoxiao gently put down the bowl in her hand, and sighed faintly in her heart.

"Yes, she will gain a firm foothold in Xiaofeng City in the future, and she has to go back to the countryside to see her honest parents. Although she can't do anything big for them, at least she can settle the family well. "

Even if it is filial piety for the original owner.

Aunt Wu didn't know why, she watched Lin Xiaoxiao happily took a sip of the millet porridge, and then put it down a little sadly, thinking it was because she didn't have a good appetite.

He picked up a golden baked cake in the basket, tore a bite out of it, put it in his mouth, and asked softly.

"Xiao Lin, why didn't you drink it? Did you have a bad appetite? Could it be that you really put on some mask last night to catch a cold?"

Today's young people just don't take care of their bodies, so they do some tricks to paint their faces?
Lin Xiaoxiao originally looked good, but there was no need to put on a mask. In her opinion, she was already the prettiest.

But this little girl, she always likes to toss, or stick a cucumber on her face, or put some milk on her face, really, she doesn't even know what is going on in the little girl's head?
It is said that it is a mask, put a wet piece on the face, will it be better?

It is estimated that after she went to bed last night, Lin Xiaoxiao forgot to take off the mask to catch a cold, and now she has no appetite.

After being questioned by Aunt Wu, Lin Xiaoxiao was embarrassed for a while, and could only speak in a nonchalant manner.

"Oh, no, the millet porridge is pretty good, but it's too hot, so I didn't dare to drink more. I'll drink it when it gets cold."

He also took out a piece of cake from the basket just now, and quickly tore it open and put it into the millet porridge.

Aunt Wu's pancakes are very good. The pancakes for breakfast every day are golden and golden, which makes people look very appetizing, but as a person who lives a refined life, she is really not used to eating pancakes early in the morning.

So put pancakes in millet porridge and soak them until soft before eating, which is pretty good.

Aunt Wu seemed to be used to Lin Xiaoxiao's behavior.

As for children, they all have tempers, so all they have to do is eat seriously, and she doesn't have to worry so much about it.

The two quickly finished their breakfast, then picked up the big bag and rushed towards the gate of Fengcheng No. [-] Middle School.

However, within a quarter of an hour, the two had already arrived at the gate of Fengcheng No. [-] Middle School. It was still daylight at this time, and children who went to school alone or accompanied by their parents could be seen one after another, walking faintly in the morning light.

The two of them quickly set up the stall and took out all the things in the bag, and some students surrounded them curiously.

The parents behind him also came up with a look of surprise.

There are quite a few people setting up stalls in front of the school, but most of them sell snacks, such as deep-fried dough sticks, deep-fried cakes, French fries, some even sell skewers, some snacks, and selling pens, inks, and paper books are very common.

But it is really rare to come to the school gate early in the morning to set up a stall, especially the little dolls on the stall, all kinds of beautiful little painters, as well as dolls and skirts that girls love, and even There are high heels for dolls.

This is amazing.

A sweet-looking little girl couldn't bear the temptation of the dazzling array of goods in front of her eyes. She stared straight at the beautiful doll, and the piles of doll clothes next to it, as well as small high-heeled shoes.

"Daddy, can I get a hairpin and a baby doll?"

In the exam a few days ago, she got No. 1 in the class, and her father promised to buy her a gift.

This wish has not been fulfilled until now. Today, a young lady just came to set up a stall. I like that doll so much, it can be used as a prize!
　One more afternoon

　　
　
(End of this chapter)