Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 400 I like to convince people with virtue (two more)

Victory and defeat!

In the backyard dining room.

Yang Ruolan lowered her head and placed her handkerchief under her nose as if she was sobbing softly.

Mrs. Yang was smiling with Mrs. Sun.

"Third younger siblings, we are the direct sister-in-law, and the two daughters are direct sisters."

"It's a test, everyone just smiled and it's over. You shouldn't be punished seriously, don't you think?"

Mr. Yang had a nice talk with Mrs. Sun there.

Sun shi stood there with a look of embarrassment.

"Third younger brother and sister, Qing girl is a filial niece and listens to your words the most."

"Did you tell her, won't it work?" Mr. Yang said again.

Sun's brows furrowed together.

If Qinger loses and pleads like this, will the second sister-in-law let go?

Sun shi asked himself in his heart.

The answer is no.

In the backyard this afternoon, I also begged for it.

I begged the two girls not to compete.

But who listened?

Mrs Sun pulled her arm out of Mrs Yang's fingers and stood at a distance.

"Second sister-in-law, this is the children's business, let the children solve it by themselves."

Sun said lightly.

Yang Shi was so angry that he gritted his teeth secretly, and the smile on his face disappeared.

She turned around again to ask Mrs Tan.

Mrs. Tan glanced at Mrs. Yang and Yang Ruolan with hateful eyes.

With a snort in his nose, "I'm old, don't bother me with the children's troubles!"

Shi Yang blushed embarrassingly, and returned to Yang Ruolan's side.

"Lan'er, it really doesn't work, why don't you talk softly to girl Qing?"

Yang shi tugged at Yang Ruolan's sleeve and lowered her voice.

Compared with the unknown punishment, how much is face worth?

Yang Ruolan was still immersed in the shock of failure.

She couldn't believe it in her dreams, the tenderloin she selected, her exclusive cooking skills, and the restaurant's secret seasoning package to help her out...

And dead fat girl, not just two fat intestines.

A few heads of ginger and garlic, a broken potato and half a lotus root?

Why can she win?

What do those people's mouths do?

Did they lose their sense of taste, did they all grow up eating si?

Or, just like to eat that pocket of si's inferior ingredients?

"Lan'er, don't be stubborn, take it easy, or you will suffer!"

Yang shi tugged Yang Ruolan's sleeve in a low voice again.

Yang Ruolan pushed the Yang family away.

"You are shameless, and I can't do it as a low-lying boy!"

Yang Ruolan roared at the Yang family in a sharp voice.

The facial features are a bit hideous, which is different from the soft and weak before.

The women who hadn't dispersed in the dining hall were all stunned.

The big guys don't know Yang Ruolan like this.

Yang Ruolan threw down the Yang family, who was a little dazed by her drinking, and turned her head.

He glared at Yang Ruoqing: "Damn fat girl, I'm willing to admit defeat, if I want to kill or cut you, let the horse come over!"

Yang Ruoqing sat on a stool, still leaning over her body and looking lazy.

Hearing Yang Ruolan's words, she smiled.

"Do you want to kill or cut? I'm cowardly, don't scare me, Sister Lan'er!"

She stretched and stood up.

"Competition, family first, competition second."

"I don't really care about winning or losing, but since Sister Laner doesn't want to be a dishonest person, my sister will definitely fulfill you."

"What's the punishment? I have to think about it..."

Yang Ruoqing pinched her chin, looking contemplative...

Yang Shi was very nervous and looked at Yang Ruoqing with a look of fear.

A layer of cold sweat broke out in Yang Ruolan's palm.

The women on the side who were watching the fun were also very curious.

Soon, Yang Ruoqing spoke up again.

"Beating, scolding, kneeling, etc., forget it, I am a civilized person, and I like to convince people with virtue."

Yang Ruoqing said, looking at Yang Ruolan.

"Da'an has been obsessed with painting recently, and flowers, birds, insects and fish can paint anything."

"Sister Lan'er is so outstanding, she's even prettier than Hua'er, why don't you give Da An a model and let Da An exercise her painting skills!"

She snapped her fingers, and Da An immediately ran into the dining room with a piece of paper and a piece of fruit charcoal.

Yang Ruoqing touched Daan's head and warned him seriously.

"Da'an, Sister Lan'er promised you to draw her. This opportunity is rare, you have to draw carefully!"

Da An nodded vigorously, and smiled shyly at Yang Ruolan who was surprised.

"Thank you Sister Lan'er, I will definitely draw Sister Lan'er as a fairy!"

No punishment, no punishment, and even use Yang Ruolan as the prototype of beauty to describe painting...

This kind of 'punishment' is really elegant!

Yang sighed in relief.

Yang Ruolan also secretly got lucky.

The women onlookers all cast admiring glances at Yang Ruoqing.

Rumors say that Qing girl is sturdy and unreasonable.

At this moment, it seems that this girl has a sense of measure!

It's the mother and daughter of the second room, who are careful and poisonous, and it's not easy to get along with each other!

Over there, under the guidance of Yang Ruoqing, Yang Ruolan has already made a pose.

"Sister Lan'er, you don't need to sit, stand up and look slimmer and more beautiful!"

"Sister Lan'er, hold your temples with your hand, turn your head to the side, and look at the stake on the wall over there... eh, yes, yes, that's it, sister Lan'er is really smart, it's all right... "

After some fiddling, Yang Ruoqing gave Yang Ruolan a headache, looking up at the beams of the roof at a 45-degree angle.

Here, Da An is holding the drawing paper and frowning.

"Why don't you paint?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Daan made a deep look, shook his head and said, "Sister Lan'er doesn't have any decorations on her hands, it looks a bit monotonous, and it doesn't look good when drawn..."

"That's easy!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Turning around, she picked up a teapot on the table and stuffed it into Yang Ruolan's other hand.

The teapot is full of tea, and although the handle is not hot, the heavy feeling is unpleasant.

Yang Ruolan looked reluctant and wanted to push it away.

Daan said excitedly: "This is the posture, Sister Lan'er must not move, I'm going to start painting..."

Yang Ruolan froze in place.

Carrying a teapot sadly and having a headache, looking up at the roof beam at a 45-degree angle...

The women in the room felt it was very novel, and they all came over to see Da An's painting.

Xiao Zhengtai blinked a pair of beautiful eyes: "Ladies and aunts, I can't be distracted when I'm painting. When I'm done, I'll show it to everyone, okay?"

A very lethal look.

Respectful and polite words.

Instantly kills all the women in the audience.

The sister-in-law of the Huang family nodded quickly: "Good boy, you are serious about painting, and the aunties will go to the next kitchen to clean up the tableware and chopsticks. Let's see when the painting is finished!"

The sister-in-law of the Huang family greeted the women to leave.

Before leaving, she did not forget to tell Yang Ruolan over there: "Lady Lan, stand up and don't move..."

Yang Ruolan frowned and condoled all the families of these women in her heart.

Mrs Tan stood up and glanced at Mrs Yang, "Why are you standing here? Why don't you go to the front yard to clean the main room?"

Yang shi walked away in despair.

Before leaving, Mr. Tan glanced at the two granddaughters here again.

One stood there holding a teapot, and was so stupid.

The other was leaning on the stool, squinting his eyes with his sleeves on his sleeves.

Tan twitched the corners of his mouth.

I understand everything.

Lan girl is good-looking, but her brain is not enough!

Fight with the sunny girl?

Hmph, eat this, and then spit it out, there will be no bones left!

Mr. Tan went back to the house to take stock of the gift money he had collected.

In the dining hall, Yang Ruoqing's sister and brother, Yang Ruolan, and the children brought by several women were left.

The children were laughing and laughing, imitating Yang Ruolan's posture.

(End of this chapter)