Space peasant girl: madly criticizing Xianggong for being weak and bullying

Chapter 85 Remember what I said today
Shopkeeper Liu rolled his eyes more like a wink: "When you have something to do, you are Sister Liu, and when you have nothing to do, you become Shopkeeper Liu. If you are a man, you are a disciple who plays with your daughter's mind!"

Deng Xiaoxiao said with a serious face: "Nonsense, if I were a man, it can only be a lover who loves a beautiful lady like Sister Liu wholeheartedly! Ahem, it's like this..."

When she came out of Ruyi House, she walked briskly, and seeing Rong Yan, who came out with Yun Yi, had some thoughts in her heart. He asked Yun Yi to stare at the old house, so he knew what Ning Er Aunt came to the county to do. He was worried that Ning Xiaoxiao would be bullied, so he came to help, but now, looking at her expression, it seemed that he had made a decision.

Not only Second Aunt Ning but Uncle Ning did what she did, she didn't seem to be surprised, and thinking that she deliberately gave Second Aunt Ning eye drops in front of her father back then, Rong Yan couldn't hide his smile.

He waved at Yun Yi who was waiting by the side: "Forget it, just wait and see what happens." This little girl is not a foolish bun to be bullied by others. If they help blindly, it will cause chaos.Just like last time, if Yun Yi hadn't smashed Uncle Ning's pickle jar, maybe that person wouldn't have been able to do the Tongtianxianglou business from the very beginning.

However, staring still has to be stared at. Rong Yan doesn't feel that it is overkill for his guards to target a group of peasant men. Yun Yi himself is also gearing up, vowing to protect their chef and neighbor Ning girl.

The sour bamboo shoots in the old house arrived on the day when the altar was opened for delivery. Uncle Ning went to "borrow" the trolley. Madam Ning opened the lid confidently to taste it, and saw the annoying figure of Ning Xiaoxiao at the door.

Xiaoxiao's face was full of sorrow: "Honey, if you sell these bamboo shoots, what can I do with the livelihood that my family finally found?"

Mrs. Ning pouted fiercely: "That's your big house's business, what does it have to do with me? When you are determined to part ways, you should know that you won't be occupying any light in our old house from now on!"

Xiaoxiao complained inwardly, if you have the ability, don't even think about taking advantage of the cheapness of our big house, but there is only a more intense expression of worry on the face: "But milk, you can't keep the price so low... "

Madam Ning sat on the ponytail and lifted Erlang's legs proudly: "I'm happy, can you manage it? It's really salty to eat radishes and worry about it, and dogs are nosy with mice!"

At this time, Xiaoxiao had already walked up to Mrs. Ning, and she could touch the pickle jar as soon as she stretched out her hand. She lowered her voice and moved closer to Mrs. Ning, and by the way, she used her little head to block the latter's sight: "But milk , To be honest, does the sour bamboo shoots in your family really have nothing to do with my family?"

While speaking, she put her little hand into the opened jar, and the top layer of sour bamboo shoots changed in the blink of an eye—it was Xiaoxiao who had subverted the bamboo shoots from the old house under the eyes of Granny Ning. Replaced with their own.

Madam Ning's heart skipped a beat, she didn't notice Xiaoxiao's little movements at all, of course, she wouldn't care if she noticed, she raised her voice, trying to use the volume to demonstrate her guilty conscience: "What nonsense is this, I made this bamboo shoot myself. , it has nothing to do with your farts, I will mention this in the future, believe it or not, I will tear your mouth!"

Xiaoxiao had already done what she wanted to do, so she immediately flicked her tail to back off and walked 36 times, and never gave Granny Ning a chance to meet her.

Before leaving, she smiled slightly, and said inexplicably, "I hope the milk can remember what I said today."

Seeing her running away, old lady Ning, who wanted to make a big splash, scolded a few words of "bad luck", and then picked up the sour bamboo shoots from the pickle jar to taste the taste.

At this time, Uncle Ning also pushed a scooter borrowed from elsewhere into the house: "Mother, how does it taste?"

Madam Ning smacked her lips: "Why, you still can't trust your mother's craftsmanship?"

(End of this chapter)