Splendid peasant girl busy farming

6581 - Sister Qing'er hit me

"Is it fragrant?" Sun asked again.

"fragrant."

"Then you don't have to be polite later, eat a few more pieces." Mrs. Sun said again with a smile.

Xiao Hei nodded vigorously.

This is necessary, do you need a reminder?He came to eat!
After finishing watching the tamales, Xiao Hei still didn't leave, and bowed his back to the light screen door of the vegetable bowl cabinet.

"Third aunt, what else is there?"

Sun said with a good temper: "Yes..."

"Okay, okay, you go to sit in the main room in the front yard, why do you ask so many questions? Just wait and eat the ready-made ones later."

Yang Ruoqing was getting impatient, she stood up from the stove, her face was sullen, and she held a red-hot iron tongs in her hand and stared at Xiao Hei.

"If you're still flirting with that naughty girl, come over and stuff me with firewood!"

Seeing Yang Ruoqing's appearance, Xiao Hei's eyes visibly shrank, and he slipped out of the kitchen.

The light in the kitchen suddenly brightened.

Yang Ruoqing sat down again, muttering: "This kid looks like he has eaten Siyue fat, and his height and weight are probably 175."

Mrs. Sun glanced at the back of Xiao Hei running away, turned around and said to Yang Ruoqing in a low voice: "Don't be so fierce, he has grown up, he can look at people, and when he turns around, he will talk about you with embellishments to your aunt. Your aunt has opinions on you and us."

Yang Ruoqing was overjoyed, "Mom, do you think I would care about that? I just can't stand his greedy look!"

Look east, look west, and always want to get started.

Such a big man, who is good at doing crop work, has been raised to be a lazy pig and a greedy pig.

It’s fine for you to be greedy in your own home, and it’s still the same when you come to someone else’s house as a guest. You have read the books for more than ten years into the dog’s stomach. To this kind of person, you are polite and polite to him, it’s purely playing the piano.

Sun's guess was right, Xiao Hei rushed out of the kitchen in one breath, and only dared to stop to catch his breath when he ran to the corner of the main room.

Then he changed direction and ran into Tan's house.

In the room, Mrs. Tan was sitting cross-legged on the bed to put on her shoes. Yang Huamei opened the wardrobe and was arranging Mrs. Tan's winter coat and trousers.

There was hot tea and two plates of pastries on the little table by the bed.

After Xiao Hei rushed in, he went to the table and grabbed two pastries and stuffed them into his mouth, then he yelled at Yang Huamei: "I'll go to the kitchen room to say hello to my third aunt, but Sister Qing'er thought I was annoying, so she took the iron pokers and drove them away. I."

The cotton coat in Yang Huamei's hand fell to the ground, it was Tan's favorite one, and it was given by Liao Meiying when she held a birthday last time.

At that time, a tailor was specially invited to the house to measure Tan's body, and the color of the padded jacket was also Tan's favorite.

When it was a birthday celebration, the weather was hot, so I didn't wear it, and I planned to save it for when the third girl got married.

Unexpectedly, it fell to the ground before putting it on. Even if it fell from Yang Huamei's hands, Tan was very upset, so she put down her work and came here with a dark face.

"Don't clean it up, the more you clean it up, the more messy it will be."

When Yang Huamei came back to her senses, Tan had already bent over to pick up the padded jacket on the ground, and was slapping the dust on it vigorously.

Because of the excessive force, the loose flesh on Tan's cheeks trembled, just like waves washing over the beach.

Knowing that Mrs. Tan was upset, Yang Huamei immediately snatched the padded jacket over and said with a smile, "Mother, I'm sorry, I was careless just now. You keep sitting on the bed. I'll clean it up for you and make sure it's clean."

Tan's complexion improved a little, and he went back to the bed and continued to sit cross-legged while muttering.

Yang Huamei tidied up the padded jacket, folded it neatly and put it back in the wardrobe.

During this process, Xiao Hei kept standing by the table with his body crooked, squinting at Yang Huamei, his hands and mouth were not idle.

Grab the snacks and stuff them into his mouth piece by piece, his cheeks are stretched like a ball, and his lips can't close together.

When I opened my mouth, there was a pile of chewed things inside, because it couldn't fit, and a pile of debris leaked out, not only on the table, but also on the ground.

One of the plates had already bottomed out, and Xiao Hei played a trick by flipping that plate upside down on the table, and placing the tea bowl on the bottom of the raised plate, as if playing acrobatics.

Perhaps satisfied with his 'masterpiece', he briefly forgot to chew and grinned.

The crumbs of the dim sum in his mouth rustled down, leaving a mess on the table.

The center of Tan's eyebrows has been twisted into a deep "Chuan" character. Seeing that the bright table was ruined, Tan's words of restraint came to her lips several times, but because of Yang Huamei, she was angry again. Hold back.

Until Xiao Hei suddenly got tired of playing the game, stomped his feet and yelled at Yang Huamei again: "Mother, Sister Qing'er kicked me with a red-hot iron poker, you don't care about this matter!"

Yang Huamei originally wanted to skip this topic, so she continued to pretend she didn't hear it.

Xiao Hei was not happy anymore, raised his hand and patted the table heavily, "Mom, you are deaf, I'm talking to you!"

This time, Yang Huamei couldn't pretend anymore.

I had to turn around and say to him: "You are wrong, your sister Qing'er is not that kind of person, and she can't do it."

"If I lie, let me choke to death!" Xiao Hei raised his hand and began to curse and swear.

Now, Yang Huamei had to pay attention.

"Bah, bah, what are you swearing, you bastard? Spit on the ground!"

Xiao Hei ignored Yang Huamei, stared at her, rolled his eyeballs to the upper eyelids, leaving two rounds of white in the eye sockets, and the pupils were all rolled into the upper eyelids, leaving a black circle at the bottom. Arc-shaped, it looks strange and scary.

"You stinky boy is rolling your eyes again, what did I tell you? Why do you roll your eyes if you have something to say?"

Yang Huamei was also annoyed, so she closed the closet door angrily, rushed to Xiao Hei and raised her hand to pat him on the shoulder a few times.

This bad habit started at the age of two or three, and it has not been changed for more than ten years, which is really worrying.

Xiao Hei shook his shoulders, stepped back to avoid Yang Huamei's hand, his eyes were still rolling, and continued to stare at Yang Huamei with his white eyeballs.

Yang Huamei blushed with anger.

Tan couldn't stand it anymore, her face was as dark as a cloud, and she spat on Xiao Hei's side.

"You heartless little bastard, your mother is your cow and horse and you yell at him like this? The boss is a man, he eats his brain full of fat and his intestines are big and thick, and he talks like a three-year-old child." Yes, do you still want to be shameless?"

Xiao Hei was shocked that Ga Po, who had always loved him, was scolding him.

His black eyeballs rolled down, and he looked at Tan Shi in surprise, with a little fear in his eyes, he lowered his head, and his eyeballs continued to choke upwards, trying to roll his eyes to stare at Tan Shi so that Tan Shi would submit like Yang Huamei.

As a result, the white eyeball hadn't completely turned down, and there was a blow on the forehead, and it was Tan who threw the shoe under his feet, and hit Xiao Hei's big head with melon seeds.

(End of this chapter)