Time space: the rough man's sick beauty, she turned wild

Chapter 1104: My chest hurts

"Mom, look at this..." Erya excitedly held up an oil paper bag in front of Shen Zhimei, her tender little face covered with tiny beads of sweat.

"What is this?" Shen Zhimei looked down at the fragrant pastries in the oil paper bag.

"It's cream bread." Daya on the side said first.

"Mom, please try it. It's delicious." Erya hurriedly took out a piece of bread with a golden crust and a thick layer of butter in the middle from the oil paper bag and put it to Shen Zhimei's mouth.

Just smelling the sweet fragrance makes people drool.

Shen Zhimei shrank back and said, "Mom doesn't like this, you guys eat it."

"Mom, please try it! This cream bread is so sweet. My uncle said that this cream bread was asked by my uncle-in-law to his comrades-in-arms. It is not available in the supply and marketing cooperative." Erya stood on tiptoe and put the cream bread to Shen Zhimei's mouth again.

"Yes! Mom, just try it." Daya also joined in.

The little red face was full of smiles.

Shen Zhimei couldn't resist her two daughters, so she opened her mouth and took a small bite.

The silky, sweet and creamy taste instantly fills your mouth.

Shen Zhimei had never eaten anything so delicious in her life.

But she didn't have time to savor it.

"Wow……"

There was a pig-slaughtering howl at the dinner table.

The sudden noise startled several people in the room, and they subconsciously looked towards the source of the noise.

Yang Ming, with a dumpling still in his mouth, opened his mouth wide and howled heartbreakingly.

Because his mouth was open, the dumpling that he had chewed into pieces fell out of his mouth with a "pop".

Also falling out were tangled strings of saliva.

Shen Zhimei was already suffering from morning sickness, and when she saw this, she felt so nauseous that she vomited.

At this moment, she didn't care about why her little nephew was crying. She covered her mouth and rushed to the toilet not far away.

After a lot of upset, she came out of the bathroom with a pale face.

I don't know why there was a commotion in the living room.

Yang Ming pulled Erya's floral skirt and tried to snatch the butter bread from her hand.

Arya raised her hands high, as if she was determined to defend the butter bread to the death.

Qian Xingwang was persuading him.

However, the two ears, one big and one small, were like decorations and could not hear a single word.

“Give it to me.” Yang Ming grabbed Erya’s floral skirt tightly, staring at the butter bread in Erya’s hand with his round eyes without blinking.

If you listen carefully, you can even hear the sound of him swallowing.

"No, this is given to me by my aunt. If you want to eat it, ask your mother to buy it for you." Erya frowned and raised her slender arms stubbornly.

"I'm going to eat this of yours." Yang Ming stiffened his neck, expressing his self-righteousness to the fullest.

Shen Zhilan stood aside holding the bowl, saying nothing.

He looked as if he had nothing to do with it.

Seeing that the big and the small were in a stalemate.

Shen Zhimei walked over quickly and coaxed softly: "Erya, you are the elder sister, you should give in to your younger brother."

Arya tightened her grip on the butter bread.

After a moment of silence, she frowned and said, "My aunt said that we can't just take other people's things. Even if it's a pencil stub or an eraser, we have to ask for permission before borrowing it."

"The butter bread was given to me by my aunt, so it's mine. It's wrong for Yang Ming to snatch it without asking."

Erya pursed her lips and looked very serious.

"Didn't mother say that this butter bread is not yours? You are the elder sister, and sisters should be friendly to their younger brothers. How about we give half of this butter bread to your younger brother?" Shen Zhimei persuaded softly.

Erya didn't say anything, and was obviously unhappy.

"Have you forgotten what your aunt said about being united and loving with your brothers and sisters? When you went to your aunt's house, did Guaiguai ever take the initiative to give you candy?" Shen Zhimei continued to persuade. Although their family rarely went to Su's house, every time they went, the little guy would walk with his short legs and happily take fruits, candies, and cakes for this one, that one.

So enthusiastic!
Thinking of the candy that was stuffed into her mouth, Erya pouted and handed the cream bread to Shen Zhimei reluctantly.

Seeing this, Daya took advantage of the fact that no one noticed her and quietly slipped back to her and Erya's bedroom. When she came out again, she had nothing in her hands.

Shen Zhimei divided the butter bread into two, half for Erya and half for Yang Ming.

As soon as Yang Ming got the butter bread, he took a big bite.

While eating, he gave Erya a smug look.

Erya glared at him, broke the butter bread in her hand into two halves, and handed one half to Daya.

"Sister, here it is!"

Daya took it with a smile.

The two sisters began to eat in small bites.

"Dad, the dumplings are almost done, go call Zhongyi over!" Seeing that the children had quieted down, Shen Zhimei looked at Qian Xingwang and said softly.

"Hey!" Qian Xingwang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned to walk out.

Having been the son-in-law of the Shen family for almost ten years, he knew what kind of person Shen Zhilan was.

Shen Zhimei also sighed lightly and went back to the kitchen.

Shen Zhilan put the bowl in her hand back into the kitchen with a cold face and sat down on the single sofa.

She didn't know what she was angry about, but she just felt very upset.

When her eyes inadvertently swept over the watermelons and grapes on the low cabinet, Shen Zhilan's face looked as if it had been splashed with ink.

The old man is just partial and sends all the good things to the Su family.

They are all granddaughters, and all descendants of the Shen family...

Shen Zhilan felt so upset that her chest ached.

"Daya, you have finished eating the cream cake. Take a basin to put some grapes in and wash them." In the kitchen, Shen Zhimei glanced through the crack in the door at the two little girls who were huddled together and whispering to each other.

"Hey!" Daya responded softly.

He quickly finished the butter bread in his hand and went to the kitchen to get a basin.

Daya just opened the net bag and was about to take out two bunches of grapes.

After finishing the butter bread, Yang Ming wiped his mouth and trotted over.

"I want to eat."

The low cabinet was not high, and Yang Ming could reach it with just one hand.

Daya was caught off guard, and the net bag of grapes fell to the ground with a "bang".

The naturally ripened grapes could not withstand his damage and were all scattered in an instant.

Seeing that the stems were stems and the grapes were grapes in the net bag, Daya was very angry.

"Are you a starving ghost reincarnated? You want to eat everything. There is shit in the toilet. Will you eat it?"

Don’t ask why Daya can curse like that. The answer is that she learned it from Old Lady Qian.

Because when they were in the countryside, that's how Old Lady Qian scolded the two sisters.

"Wow……"

No matter how domineering Yang Ming was, he was just a three-year-old child. After being yelled at by Daya, he burst into tears.

Shen Zhilan couldn't bear seeing her beloved daughter being scolded and crying, so she rushed over and slapped Daya in the face.

When Shen Zhimei came out of the kitchen, she saw Shen Zhilan slapping her daughter in the face.

Shen Zhilan seemed still unsatisfied and raised her hand to hit Daya.

Seeing this, Shen Zhimei rushed over and stood in front of Daya.

"Pa!" A heavy slap landed on Shen Zhimei's arm.