Abandoned woman from a poor family, she is addicted to wealth

Chapter 8 She is Miss Qianjin, and we are servant slaves.

Lu Jiu looked down and saw that there were two big steamed buns with double noodles. She squeezed them, they were very fluffy and soft, two boiled eggs, and a small plate of meat dishes.

It has to be said that pairing with Wowotou wild vegetable porridge is simply a world of its own.

It was only then that Lu Jiu remembered that Lu Jiumei never ate big pot meals, and all three meals a day were small stoves.

The old lady sat next to Lu Jiu, and the small basket of Wowotou was placed in front of her.

This is the rule of the old Lu family, only the old lady can share the food.

The rules are very simple, a strong laborer eats a cornbread for a meal, a woman only has half a cornbread, and a child only has a third of a cornbread.

Because the steamed buns are very large, they can basically be eaten.

After distributing the buns, the old lady said: "Let's eat!"

Everyone started to eat, but Sanlang stared straight at the food in front of Lu Jiu. He looked at the black and hard bun in his hand, then at the two white and yellowish buns in front of Lu Jiu, and directly He stretched out his little black paws and picked up the steamed bun.

As a result, before it was put into the mouth, the old lady's chopsticks knocked it over.

Saburo let go of his hand subconsciously, and the steamed bun fell on the table. He curled his mouth and cried out with a wow.

I was out of breath crying.

"Why are you crying, howling?" The old lady picked up the chopsticks and hit Sanlang on the head, knocking on Sanlang's forehead a few times, the old lady was very angry: "Your old aunt hasn't come back for a few months, thief That's how fat your guts are, brazenly grabbing your old aunt's things, little bastard!"

Mrs. Zhao, who was eager to protect her son, quickly hugged Sanlang in her arms, her face was very distressed, but she twisted her hands on him, and her tone was a bit strange: "You don't know what your identity is, you just died, how can you compare Your old aunt Jingui, she is Miss Qianjin, we are servant slaves, it will be no pity to die, but you still dare to steal her things, do you want to live, I will beat you to death for unworthy things!"

"Mother, don't hit me, it hurts..." Sanlang bared his teeth in pain, and kept avoiding Zhao's hand, but his whole body was held in her arms, and he could only be pinched, covered in bruises and gritted his teeth. cry.

"Master, it seems that the lesson just now is not enough!" The old lady stood up directly, and slapped Zhao Shi who had just been beaten in the face with a big-eared melon seed: "Damn troublemaker, I sincerely don't like it!" Make my old girl feel better, I must beat you to death!"

The farce at the dinner table made Lu Jiu physically and mentally exhausted.

When the old lady cleans up people, everyone is in danger, no one dares to intercede, and only her old daughter has this right.

"Mom, stop beating!"

Lu Jiu finally pulled the old lady back to her seat and sat down.

The old lady looked at the crying mother and daughter with a dark face, and she wished for a few more big-eared melon seeds, the only way to be honest.

Lu Jiu was so hungry that she almost had stomach cramps, so she could only hug the old lady's arm and act coquettishly: "Mom, I'm hungry, can I have dinner?"

As soon as the old lady heard that Lu Jiu was hungry, she immediately changed her expression, her eyes were loving: "Then eat quickly, or mother will feed you..."

"This is not necessary, I will do it myself."

Lu Jiu was a little embarrassed, feeling like a newborn baby again.

She broke the steamed bun that fell on the table into several pieces, and handed it to Saburo first, with gentle eyes: "Sanlang is good, my aunt will eat for you..."

(End of this chapter)