Don't mess with the rich girl

Some thoughtful words went to Aunt Joan's heart.

"Aunt Qiong, don't take what Xiaoyou said to heart." Mu Qingqing stirred the noodles in the pot with chopsticks.

"The noodles are ready, aunt Qiong, you eat first, and I'll go up and call Yichen them." the newly changed pajamas were dirty again, and Mu Qingqing had to go upstairs and change a set of clean clothes again.

"Girl, I'll call the second lady. Go and change your clothes quickly." aunt Qiong took Mu Qingqing's arm and said painfully.

There was a sound of falling things upstairs. Mu Qingqing frowned. At this time, he went up to find Mu Xiaoyou. It was just a move to escalate the war, so he nodded and raised his feet to his room.

Just now when Aunt Joan pulled her, she heard Aunt Joan's voice.

If only you were my daughter

If only she had a kind mother like Aunt Joan.

"I don't eat! I want you to eat." Mu Xiaoyou threw the vase in the house at Aunt Qiong's feet and roared at her angrily.

"Don't eat and pull down. Aunt Qiong, let's go." Mu Yichen pulled up Mu Xiaoyou's door with a bang and took aunt Qiong downstairs. Sometimes he really wondered if his second sister was manic and often threw things in the house in a mess, but it was not her who cleaned up the mess. It's really hard for my eldest sister.

Mu Qingqing changed into a white nightdress. When she walked out of the door, she could still hear Mu Xiaoyou scolding her psychosis in the room. She shook her head and felt dizzy.

The noodles that had just been cooked were full of strength. The three of them listened to the crackling upstairs and ate with relish.

"Yi Chen, you'll send her a bowl later." Mu Qingqing finished it first, and he couldn't bear it.

"Sister, I'd better not. Even if I send it up, she still falls." anyway, it's a waste of food. If I starve her, I may have a long memory.

"She is your second sister. Doing something wrong is one thing, and starving her is another. I'm so hungry that mom can't beat me when she comes back." Mu Qingqing has a great prejudice against Mu Xiaoyou, but she doesn't want to involve others or teach Mu Yichen bad.

Mu Yichen mumbled and nodded, which was a promise.

What else can we do? Who calls the little princess on the second floor who has a temper greater than her ability? She is his second sister. It's all life.

"Aunt Qiong, I have a friend who will be a guest at home tomorrow. I want to make her dry fried fat intestines and spicy diced chicken. I'll buy vegetables early tomorrow morning." Mu Qingqing is not the first time to buy vegetables. Aunt Qiong is still very relieved of her.

"OK, I'll give you the money to buy vegetables." aunt Qiong took thirty yuan from her pocket and put it in muqingqing's hand.

After dinner, Mu Yichen took the noodles just cooked by Aunt Qiong to the second floor. As he said, Mu Xiaoyou threw the whole bowl of noodles out of the door, and the soup splashed Mu Yichen.

"Elder sister, I said, she still fell." Mu Yichen was helpless. If it weren't for mu Xiaoyou's sake, he would have rushed up to beat people.

"Forget it, go change your clothes and have an early rest. Remember to put your clothes on the laundry table." it's convenient for her to wash them together tomorrow.

Staring at Mu Yichen's back, Mu Qingqing also closes the door of the room and continues to do his homework. Having an extraordinary memory and hearing, she found that she only needs to sleep four hours a day. No matter how early she goes to bed, she will wake up four hours later and won't feel sleepy at all. She wondered whether it was because of the power of rebirth or whether her body had mutated.

The next morning, Mu Qingqing woke up at more than six in the morning, washed and hurried downstairs. First, I washed the clothes on the washing table, and then cleaned the whole house. In my last life, I was instructed by Su Cuiyun, so when I do things, I always bring some other emotions. But now, it's entirely to consume her energy. She feels that she has some excess energy. Doing things can make her energetic.

Willing to do something to pass the excess time, but happy mood and good health.

"Qingqing girl, today is the weekend. Why don't you sleep more?" aunt Qiong also got up early, but there was no wood. Early in the morning, she put on her apron and planned to carry a whole bucket of water from the kitchen and go to the roof to water the flowers and plants.

"I'm not sleepy. I'll clean it up if my friend comes home today." Mu Qingqing's lips rise slightly. She believes that Xiao Huali will come back. The little fox is very curious.

"Do you want to water upstairs? No, I've already watered it." Mu Qingqing got up early in the morning and really did a lot of things.

In fact, she is very satisfied with her current state, a house, a yard, planting a piece of flowers and loving her family.

How many people dream of life, she already has. Still in this era when most people are poor.

"Little girl, you can't be so diligent in the future. What else does Aunt Joan do when you finish the work?" Aunt Joan smiled and scraped her nose and joked.

"It doesn't matter. When my parents come back, I'll do less." Mu Qingqing knows that Aunt Qiong is not a lazy person. She's just busy now. When Su Cuiyun and Mu Anren come back, these jobs will still be handed over to Aunt Qiong.

When MuQing cleaned her clothes, aunt Qiong had made breakfast at home, kneaded the dough, steamed two drawers of steamed buns for everyone, and cooked a pot of porridge.

"Qingqing girl, you have something to eat first. They won't get up for a long time." aunt Qiong has stayed in this family for many years. She knows that Mu Xiaoyou and Mu Yichen are both sleepers. She is worried that Mu Qingqing is hungry and makes breakfast very early every day.

Mu Qingqing looked up to the second floor. She heard what Mu Xiaoyou said in the room just now. She couldn't help laughing deeper.

"What did aunt Qiong do to eat? I'm so hungry." Mu Xiaoyou whispered while lying in bed. I've been hungry all night. My stomach has been growling for a long time. However, I can't save face. I have to be hungry myself.

After eating two meat buns, Mu Qingqing was full, changed into a black-and-white striped skirt, carried a woven vegetable basket, and walked alone on the way to the vegetable market.

The early morning vegetable market is very lively. Many people choose to visit the vegetable market in the morning in order to buy fresh vegetables. Muqingqing picked up fresh vegetables and bought some meat, so he walked aside.

"Girl, buy some garlic sprouts. I'll make it cheaper for you. This one is 50 cents." there's a deserted stall nearby. People don't pile up with her. Muqingqing looked back at the old woman who bought garlic seedlings.

Nearly 60 or 70 years old, his hair has been gray, wearing a thick light gray down jacket, sitting on a short bench, his eyes are full of hope and hope.

But strangely, the old woman's face had few wrinkles, and her eyes showed a aura, which made people doubt her true age.

Her stall only sells garlic sprouts, and there are no other dishes. Moreover, her dishes are directly on the ground. Unlike other people's stalls, at least a layer of newspapers or nylon bags will be covered.

Mu Qingqing knows that there are many garlic seedlings on the roof at home. It's superfluous to buy the old woman's garlic seedlings.

"Oh, forget it, your family should also grow. It's my old woman who can't do business." the old woman sighed and lowered her head, convinced that Mu Qingqing won't buy her garlic seedlings.

Muqingqing looked at the strange old woman in front of her and wondered. There are many old women or grandparents selling vegetables in the vegetable market, but they sell vegetables in down coats in summer. In front of them, the old woman is still the first.

"I want all these garlic sprouts." anyway, these garlic sprouts have roots and can be planted again when they are bought back. Looking at the disappointed expression of the old woman, she couldn't bear it.

"Really? Are you lying to me?" the wife raised her head and stared at Mu Qingqing's young face unexpectedly. She was only 14 years old, but she could see the appearance of a little adult.

"Old woman, I really bought it." Mu Qingqing took 50 cents from the vegetable basket, squatted down and handed it to the old woman.

"Don't you grow garlic in your house?" somehow, the old woman was surprised.

"Planted, but your garlic sprouts grow better." MuQing smiled and wanted to fight the old woman to smile.

However, the old woman did not smile, but stared at her seriously.

"Well, with your words, these garlic sprouts are given to you in vain." the old woman took out two golden straw from behind, tied the garlic sprouts into a bundle, neatly handed them to Mu Qingqing's arms, but didn't take the fifty cents.

Mu Qingqing stared at the garlic sprouts in her arms. She didn't react. She wanted to tell her mother-in-law a joke. It seemed that she made her wife too happy by mistake.

"Mother-in-law, your money." Mu Qingqing couldn't help shouting when she saw the old woman leaving the vegetable market quickly. She still had fifty cents in her hand. Where can I see the shadow of the old woman in the crowd? I left long ago.

After patting the dust on her body, Mu Qingqing got up. The people around looked at her like monkeys in the zoo. Who's short of garlic these days? The girl held a whole bundle. Maybe she was flustered with money.

It turns out that the old woman is not short of money. Mu Qingqing stares at the green garlic seedlings. It's good to just buy people a good mood. Holding the bundle of garlic seedlings, she strode home.

It's already more than nine o'clock when I get home. After washing and cleaning up my fat intestines, Mu Qingqing has been busy for a long time.

Mu Xiaoyou and Mu Yichen are upstairs. One is doing his homework and the other is playing games. Aunt Qiong went to grow vegetables on the back mountain. She was busy in the kitchen alone.

When the clock pointed to ten o'clock, Mu Qingqing heard Xiao Huali's voice.

"Can't you lie to me? Can someone live in this mountain?" Xiao Huali didn't stop at her feet, but her eyes lingered in the rose bushes and the villa not far away.

"Er, this house is really well repaired. It's Mu Xiaoyou's home?" Xiao Huali scratched her head, but she didn't go any further.