Young Master, come to farm

Chapter 25 Women need to rely on themselves
It was none other than Wen Shaoqing's mother, Wen Wang's, who spoke.

It's fine for her to scold herself, but she won't let go of her two children, so naturally Qu Mingxuan won't let her go.

Raising her head, Qu Mingxuan turned her nostrils to her deliberately: "Oh, I said big sister, can you figure it out, it's your son who is pestering me, okay? How about I'm a country bumpkin? What if I'm a broken shoe? It just so happens that I am a country bumpkin with broken shoes, and your son treats him like a sweet potato! By the way, during the banquet just now, your son ignored everyone's gaze and took me by the hand to your house. Thinking about it now, I feel ashamed ! As for what we have done, I have to trouble you to ask your precious son yourself!"

Rolling her eyes, Qu Mingxuan grabbed the hands of the two children and walked away
Behind him, Wen Wang was trembling with anger.

"Bitch, you little bitch!"

After returning to the dilapidated house, Qu Mingxuan stretched, lying on the mat, looking up at the roof.

It took almost two or three months to cross over by myself.

The Tian family also has some things about Xiliang Village, and I know most of them.

Maybe it's time to start a plan of your own.

After all, I never thought of staying in this ghost place for the rest of my life.

Seeing her silent and silent, Xiao Yilong crawled over cautiously.

"Mother, what are you thinking? Is it because of what the old woman said before, ignore her!"

Know that little ones care about themselves.

Qu Mingxuan smiled and hugged him in her arms.

"Don't worry, Long'er, mother is fine, she's just thinking about when to take you brother and sister out of here."

In the last sentence, Qu Mingxuan said it very firmly.

Although Yilong was a little scared in his heart, but when he saw his mother's swearing, he believed it completely.

Perhaps because they were too full at the banquet, the three of them rested early.

Sleep till dawn.

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Qu Mingxuan looked at the basket beside her.

There is not much toon bark left in it.

Although the weather is getting warmer, food is still a big problem.

According to her original plan, she would go to Space Supermarket to buy another bag of rice noodles and mix them in the toon tree noodle soup.

Pushing open the door, the cold wind outside made her shiver all over.

In such cold weather, no one wants to go out.

She stepped on her feet and glanced at the main courtyard next to her.

In the kitchen over there, there is a faint aroma of scallion oil.

Judging from Qu Mingxuan's many years of food experience, they made scallion pancakes.

There is also egg drop soup.
Swallowing, she wrapped herself in the torn sackcloth.

"Qu Mingxuan, be promising. Don't envy them. I picked the bark of the toon tree in a while and made delicious noodle soup for the children. For the noodle soup, I have to work hard!"

Fearing that her feet would freeze, she stomped her feet vigorously on purpose to keep blood circulation in both feet.

Just as she was about to go out, a person in white clothes fluttered in.

And he was carrying half a bag of millet in his hand.

"Sister Xuan, where are you going?"

Besides Wen Shaoqing, who else has this gentle voice?
For some reason, every time she saw him, Qu Mingxuan felt a little inferior.

Because in front of the elegant Wen Shaoqing, he was rendered extremely vulgar.

Stopping to rub her feet, she said with some embarrassment: "There is no food at home, I plan to go to the forest to pick some toon tree bark, and make some noodle soup for the children."

Hearing this, Wen Shaoqing was full of anger.

He pulled Qu Mingxuan to sit on the wooden stake behind him, and then said with a doting lesson.

(End of this chapter)