pastoral beggar woman

Chapter 3 Trouble Comes (1)
Seeing her howling for a long time, Qin Li's sister and brother didn't respond at all, curled their lips, looked at this and that in disgust, neither of them felt happy, and finally patted his clothes and sat back on the chair again. The indifferent expression of endless tossing was restored.

Qin Shuang snorted secretly while swallowing the last bite of sweet potato. This old lady's face-changing skill has already become a unique skill.

The elder Qin Li looked at Qin Tian's delicate face that resembled the widow back then, and scolded coldly: "The wild species is the wild species, not at all like the Qin family."

Qin Tian, ​​who originally planned to ignore Qin Lishi, was once again stimulated by such a sentence of "wild species", raised his head and glared at Qin Lishi angrily, with fierce eyes, like an angry little wolf.

Qin Shuang knew that he was really stimulated, so he quickly grabbed Qin Tian's arm and forced his body back which was about to spring up.

If it was the old Qin Shuang, of course she didn't have that strength, but the new 'Qin Shuang' whose physical fitness had gradually recovered to her own level, wouldn't it be easy to hold such a little kid?

Qin Tian, ​​who was originally angry, found that he was completely unable to stand up under the pressure of Qin Shuang, who had always been much weaker than himself. He was so shocked that he unconsciously lost his anger, and turned his head to look at her with a surprised expression.

Qin Shuang looked at him with a smile, moved her lips, and said silently—be honest, if you dare to spill the pickles on the table, I will beat you up!

Qin Tian's face was as colorful as a palette.

When the atmosphere is so stiff, you actually remember small, salty, and vegetables! ?Qin Tian almost suffocated himself to death by not coming up!The previous anger was completely extinguished because of Qin Shuang's unreasonable playing of cards!
Finally stopped!
Qin Shuang breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the half plate of pickles left, put two chopsticks into his mouth with a smile, then held his face in his hands with an expression of enjoyment on his face, although he knew that he was worthless now, but people It's iron, and the rice is steel. If you don't eat a meal, you'll be hungry!In Lao Qin's house, small pickles are not available every day. They were sent by Aunt Zhang two days later, and this is the last bit left. Aunt Zhang has no other skills, and her skill in making all kinds of small pickles can be called Tongfu Village is a must!Of course she should cherish such a rare thing!

Qin Tian thought she was worthless?Hmph, don't eat it if you have the ability! ?

Qin Shuang also took a small piece for Qin Tian, ​​but... Qin Tian put it in his mouth without saying a word. After that, his originally stiff expression stretched slightly, and he unconsciously narrowed his eyes slightly. The satisfaction in the little eyes, you pretend I didn't see it?
Qin Shuang snorted silently, thinking to herself, in fact, this kid still makes people feel a little cute occasionally, of course, it really is only once in a while.

Half a sweet potato and a bowl of porridge were finished within minutes, and the small pickles were also scrambled by Qin Lishi and Qin Shuang to share them all. In the end, there were only a few empty bowls left on the table.

"Quickly remove the bowl and clean it up!" Qin Li dissatisfiedly urged Qin Shuang, who was still indulging in the delicious pickles, muttering: "One or two don't make people worry! What crime did you do!"

Qin Shuang didn't care, she stacked the empty bowls together and put them in the small wooden basin that had been prepared earlier, took the wooden basin and went out to get some water to wash the dishes. She has been here for the Qin family's housework for the past three months, to be exact She said that the original owner of this body started to take care of herself, and she did the Qin family's housework, and now Qin Shuang was just forced to take over this job.

I poured some water into the small wooden basin, and while washing the dishes, I thought, the pickles are gone, the sweet potatoes are gone, and there will be only porridge tomorrow... Qin Shuang looked down at her stunted body, and sighed secretly One sound.

(End of this chapter)