Reborn Farmhouse: Planting Fields, Flirting with People

Chapter 589 It's Really Not My Own

The smell of fish soup was too enticing, Cheng Mufeng searched for it, and went straight to the stove as soon as he entered the kitchen.

"Wow, it smells so good!"

"Stinky boy, don't move, this is for your mother's body."

Cheng Weidong slapped his dirty paws away, then raised his finger and pointed to a large bowl on the stove, "There are still two noodle soups left from last night, you can just eat them, and don't cook at noon gone."

Cheng Mufeng had a look of lovelessness on his face, and his small mouth was so pouted that he could hang a bottle of oil, "Father, tell me the truth, did you pick me up?!"

"Whatever you say, you just can't touch this fish soup anyway."

Unmoved, Cheng Weidong took a spoon and carefully poured out the fish soup in the pot.Cheng Mufeng dared not speak out, sat in the corner in grief and gnawed on the noodles, thinking silently, I am not my own, I am definitely not my own.

"Oh, I can't hold it..." Cheng Weidong said after filling a bowl full of fish soup, seeing that it couldn't hold it anymore, "Ah Feng, there is still some dregs in the pot, you can make do with it, and take the pot out by the way." Wash it."

Cheng Mufeng happily jumped three feet high, and came to the stove. The next moment, he was dumbfounded. There was really only a little slag left in the pot, which couldn't even cover the bottom of the pot, and it wasn't enough for him to stuff his teeth. Stitched... Cheng Mufeng resented again, I really wasn't my own.

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In the main room, Wu's head was wrapped with a cloth towel, leaning on the big welcome pillow, drinking fish soup happily, while Cheng Weidong was playing with the baby in his arms.

Cheng Mufeng washed the pots and bowls, and followed him to the main room, because he had never seen such a small child before, and he kept staring at the baby's face curiously, only feeling that the little brother's face was red, and his face was swollen. , like a little old man, not as good-looking as the little milk dog that Da Zhuang's bitch gave off a few days ago.

"Father, why is my little brother so ugly, what if I can't marry a wife in the future?" He frowned, with a look of worry on his face.

Cheng Weidong slapped his face and called out, "Did you say that about your brother?! Besides, Xiao Saner is not ugly. This is not very pretty. It is much prettier than when you were young."

"I'm obviously prettier than him!" Cheng Mufeng pouted, not happy anymore.

Mrs. Wu glared at her husband, smiled and said to Cheng Mufeng: "Don't listen to your father's nonsense, my Ah Feng was pretty when he was young, white and fat, just like the fat dolls in New Year pictures."

The family was chatting happily in the house when they suddenly heard the sound of a healthy horse neighing outside the door.

Horses are expensive, and they are not as good as cows and mules, so ordinary farmers do not know how to raise horses. There are only two or three families with carriages in the surrounding villages, and there is only one family that has friendship with the Cheng family. up.

"My sister must be back!" Cheng Mufeng rolled off the kang, pulled his shoes and ran out to open the door.

"Sister, you finally came back to see me, I miss you so much."

Outside the gate of Cheng's house, Cheng Mulian was helping Mrs. Liu to get off the carriage, when she turned her head, she saw her younger brother running out with a smile on his face.

She also laughed, her eyes were full of doting, "How is my mother, and where is my little brother, who does he look like, is he cute?"

Cheng Mufeng turned on the chatterbox mode in an instant, and chattered endlessly, "My mother is fine, let me tell you, she may eat now, better than the piglets raised at home... I ate six in the morning Eggs in sugar water, I ate a big bowl of fish soup with soup and meat just now... my little brother is also fine, but he is too ugly, not as good-looking as the two of us..."

(End of this chapter)