The group pets the little fisherman, she has a lot of happy events

Chapter 9 This account, she wrote it down, sooner or later it will be settled

He knew that his image was not good, so when he met the two of them, his momentum weakened by three points: "I didn't know it was the chicken soup you stewed. I just wanted to ask, but you came here."

"Go outside."

The maid's willow eyebrows stood upright, as if she was chasing flies, she waved away people: "Don't stand here to block your eyes, and block us from serving chicken soup to the old lady."

Ye Jian's dark face instantly flushed red, he glared at the maid for a few seconds, and sadly walked out of the kitchen with the little baby girl in his arms.

"Mother, drink the soup."

The little baby girl cared about her mother, stretched out her small arms in his arms, pointed at the pot, and didn't want to give up.

"Good baby."

Ye Jian felt very uncomfortable: "Today is too late, tomorrow morning, father will go to the market to buy chicken, and make soup for you two."

The servant girl heard it, and sneered disdainfully: "The mud legs in the country are also worthy of chicken soup?"

"Wow."

The little baby girl pursed her mouth and cried aggrievedly.

"Be good, baby, don't cry."

Ye Jian was dumbfounded, suppressed his anger, and tried to comfort the little girl.

"Wow wow."

Unexpectedly, the more he coaxed, the louder the little baby girl cried.

The hoarse little voice made the listeners feel sour and uncomfortable.

"Two."

Ye Jian couldn't bear it, so he braced himself and moved to the kitchen again: "My daughter-in-law is seriously injured and weak, can you do a good deed and give us a bowl of chicken soup?"

"Pooh."

The maid didn't wait for him to finish, she spit on the ground, mocking with disdain: "What are you, you deserve to drink our old lady's chicken soup? Pour out the leftover chicken soup, and I won't give it to you."

"you."

Ye Jianqi's cheeks flushed red.

"Wow wow."

The little baby girl cried even more sadly, and the teardrops fell down like broken threads.

"Who's making noise in the kitchen?"

Next to the bamboo grove, the door of a side room was pushed open, the shopkeeper couldn't stand listening any longer, and walked out of the room with his clothes on.

Ye Jian's heart trembled, and he explained with a blushing face: "Shopkeeper, I'm sorry, my baby is hungry, so I disturbed you."

"It's you."

The shopkeeper squinted his eyes and saw his face clearly by the moonlight.

"The treasurer."

The mother-in-law came out of the kitchen with an earthen pot filled with chicken soup, and said sarcastically, "When did your Jishitang become a slum, and anyone can live in it?"

"Take them away."

The servant girl bossed her around: "My old lady has a noble status, how can she live in the same yard with a mud leg from the country?"

"Keep your voice down."

The shopkeeper's expression changed, showing a bit of worry: "It's midnight, don't wake up the nobleman."

"You don't drive them away."

The maid didn't know about the nobleman and wanted to threaten him, so the shopkeeper put his finger to his lips and made a gesture of silence.

"Don't say any more."

He took two steps forward, leaned into the servant girl's ear, and whispered softly: "He told you before, that young man selling red ginseng, your old lady, is still counting on other people's red ginseng for help, doesn't it?" Can you drive people away?"

The servant girl didn't believe it: "It's him?"

A country mud leg, poor jingle, also served with red ginseng?
The shopkeeper nodded: "That's right, it's him."

People are lucky, they dug it, can't they?
"Humph."

The two looked at each other, the maid looked away, took the chicken soup, and left bitterly.

The little baby girl moved her ears, listening to the conversation between the two of them, and seemed to glance unintentionally at the guest room where the nobleman lived.

She wrote down this account, and it will be settled sooner or later.

torture you to death!

The kind that you can't even cry!
(End of this chapter)