Yo, grandpa is here

Chapter 216 What You Said Are Small Things

Thinking about it, it seems to make sense.

But after a while, he shook his head and pouted again.

"What about Yu Sanlu, you don't care if he uses our wood? Also, was Father Sigou really kicked out for defending the clan's grandfather?"

She looked horizontally and vertically, and she didn't think Sigou Daddy seemed to have this kind of consciousness.

"What he said is half true and false. Although I'm not interested in his affairs, if you want to know the truth, it's quite simple. Ermao's father will come later, just ask him."

"Huh? How did you know Er Mao Daddy would come?" Yao Yao asked.

Qingqing smiled without saying a word, while Buli still licked the dog with a cold attitude and said: "My wife is [-]% accurate in judging people and employing people, but maybe [-]%."

If Qingqing didn't want to accidentally hurt her, she didn't even need to use the method of assessment, and directly selected the people she thought could be used.

She can quickly understand the mess in this village, but for the safety of the [-]%, she would rather spend some time and trade one by one. This is a respect for life.

Thinking of this, Buli frowned, as if he had caught something.

The existence of this space-time rift seems to be for the purpose of assessing her.

Put a person with pure faith in a feudal world with extreme control, and examine her attitude towards life after taking power
This thought flashed through Buli's mind, and he clenched his fist secretly.Looking at Qingqing's gaze, she became a little more determined.

There are many choices for her future, but from the beginning to the end, only one of his choices is her.

Yan Meier cooked the dinner.

In order to express her gratitude to Buli and his wife for taking them in, she put all her energy into cooking a few dishes with her housekeeping skill.

Yao Yao's mother and daughter who stayed at Qingqing's house for dinner were deeply surprised by Yan Meier's cooking skills, they had never eaten such exquisite dishes.

Qingqing also felt that Meier's craftsmanship was better than the restaurants she and Buli had been to, with exquisite dishes and exquisite materials.

She and the restaurant that does not leave are still facing the low-level people, and Yan Meier's cooking skills are only available to wealthy families.

It was delicious, but Qingqing was full after a few mouthfuls, and couldn't eat anymore.

This kind of fullness is different from the kind of fullness that can't wait to soak up the vegetable soup at the bottom of the plate. It feels like the stomach is only half full, but the mouth is unwilling to take another bite.

It's not that it doesn't taste good, it's that I'm not used to it.

No matter how good the food is, if it doesn't suit your appetite, it will be painful.

She was also not good at showing it in front of everyone, holding a teacup after dinner and trying to fill herself with water.

After just two sips, there was a steaming meat bun on the side of my mouth. This familiar aroma made Qingqing's research instantly bright, and I couldn't leave the buns I made!

"When did you make it?" She took it, and bit her mouth hard, regardless of the burning of her mouth.

The mellow gravy exploded in her mouth, and the hot taste made her open her mouth in an instant. She couldn't bear to spit it out, so she slapped the ball of meat in her mouth twice, and chewed contentedly when it was no longer hot.

The bold and unrestrained eating looks amusing and inseparable. A confident person eats so confidently.

"Let it cool before eating..."

"I don't feel that way when it's cold. Do you want to eat the buns while they're hot?" Qingqing took another bite, and there was another burst of hustle, her little face was full of satisfaction.

A big bun was finished quickly, Qingqing sucked her fingers, looked at him eagerly, said nothing, everything was written in her eyes.

Who can refuse such a look, what can Qingqing do wrong, she just wants to eat more buns.

Buli brought her another one, Qingqing smiled openly, grabbed the bun and ate it.

After eating two bites, he felt that it was not good to eat alone, so he put the steamed stuffed bun he had bitten into his mouth, and he didn't seem to eat much for dinner.

When Father Ermao came over, the smell of steamed stuffed buns in the room hadn't dissipated. He stood at the door, turning his head back and forth, looking for the source of the smell.

After looking around, I didn't realize what it was, so I could only calm down and raised my hand to knock on the door.

"Grandpa and grandma, I'm Yu Guang, can I come in?"

"Come in." Qingqing's answer came from the room, it sounded like there was something in her mouth.

Father Ermao pushed the door open and entered, the strong fragrance in the room became more obvious, he couldn't help moving his nose.

Qingqing wiped the corners of her mouth gracefully, motioning for him to sit down and talk.

Compared with those villagers who came here with their things, Er Mao's father was much more agile, he didn't bring anything, even left his precious son Er Mao at home, alone.

There are three clay cups of different shapes on the tea table, all of which are baked by Qingqing herself, and made into various shapes, each of which is different.

Father Ermao subconsciously reached out to touch the teacup, Yu Wen was just right.

Surprised that the two ancestors would have come to him long ago, these two are so young, they have predicted things like gods.

But he quickly thought, how can it be ordinary people who can pull everyone out of a complicated situation.

Father Ermao's heart trembled, he thought for a moment, and decided to give up all conversation skills and directly express his needs.

"My father is getting old and confused. I beg the two ancestors to let my father go when they clean up the house. I am willing to pay off my father's debts and work for the two ancestors. The old man is getting old, and he is only suitable for living at home in the future. He will no longer interfere in the affairs of the family."

These words clearly showed his sincerity, he was willing to restrain his own father, and only wanted to save the old man's life.

Father Er Mao was a little apprehensive, and looked straight at the two young men in front of him.

In terms of age, he was a round older than these two.

But these extra life experiences are not enough for him to take advantage of these two young people. Standing next to these two people, the strong pressure hits his face, making him dare not harbor any thoughts.

Er Mao's father cursed secretly in his heart, his father is so old and confused, he actually wanted to provoke such an existence beyond his control, and he was glad that he came back early, and if he came back later, his father would probably have killed himself.

Soon, Father Ermao felt that he was thinking too much. If it weren't for the two ancestors, he would never come back.

Thinking of this, he silently looked at the two ancestors, waiting for their reply.

Qingqing picked up the teacup and took a sip, as if what she heard was just an ordinary greeting, without any surprise.

When she put down the teacup, Buli, who was expressionless, was holding the teapot to refill it for her. The two of them had no communication from the beginning, but it was clear at a glance who was in charge.

Er Mao's father complained about his confused father again in his heart. His father's eyesight is so poor that he doesn't even know who is in charge, and he wants to suppress the grandma of the clan with the third grandfather.

After so many years of wandering abroad, Er Mao's father realized a truth. He doesn't have to know what kind of errand he is doing, but he must know who his boss is.

His stupid and ignorant father didn't even know who was the leader of the two ancestors, what a dead end
"Xiaoguang, what you said is not a big deal." Qingqing said calmly after drinking the second cup of tea.

(End of this chapter)