Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 9231 Silly woman has cooked
"It's all right now. I have ready-made watermelon porridge. I'm sure I'll be happy to eat it when Hong'er comes back from school."

"Don't Niuniu like watermelon porridge?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Zhao Liuer nodded: "Why don't you like it? I like it all, but I dare not feed her too much, and started to change her teeth."

"I'll hide it from her later, and I'll take it out when her brother comes back. The siblings will share the food."

"Thank you, thank you, aunt, for bringing them such delicious watermelon porridge, I will be happy to see it later..."

Listening to Zhao Liuer's words, Yang Ruoqing was actually very happy in her heart.

She felt that in her blood, the blood that belonged to the Sun family seemed to have recovered.

The happiness of giving and the happiness of receiving, together, is double happiness, and happiness has bonuses.

Then Yang Ruoqing went to the backyard to deliver watermelon porridge to Yang Yongqing and Jin's.

It's not that he never sent something to Yang Yongqing before, the situation at that time was that Yang Yongqing would directly give the little girl a spoon and let the little girl eat by herself.

Of course, the premise is that Kim has a copy.

If the things sent by others are not very much, then Yang Yongqing may have given them all to his daughter.

But this time, Yang Yongqing thanked Yang Ruoqing and said, "Ha, this watermelon porridge looks delicious!"

Then, Yang Yongqing went to the kitchen next door to get three sets of bowls and chopsticks, and poured the watermelon porridge from the big bowl into the three bowls in front of him.

Among the three bowls, one is a little girl's bowl. The little girl's bowl is relatively small and made of wood.

The little girl's watermelon porridge is relatively small, and the other two are just rice bowls for adults.

Yang Ruoqing didn't say a word, and calmly observed Yang Yongqing distributing the porridge in the remaining two bowls.

Seeing him falling carefully, observing while leaning sideways, it seems that he wants to achieve an absolute balance.

It is necessary to ensure that the watermelon porridge in the two bowls is exactly the same. One bowl cannot be more and the other bowl is less. The gap between the two bowls cannot exceed one spoonful!

Yang Ruoqing narrowed her eyes, thinking that this little cousin is still a dutiful son, he and his aunt share the porridge fairly, unlike some sons who don't give their mother food when others bring them over.

Finally, he was very satisfied with the portion. After weighing it, he brought one of the bowls of watermelon porridge to Jin.

Jin was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly waved his hands away, babbling something in his mouth.

Impatiently, Yang Yongqing grabbed the old lady's hand, and directly put the bowl into her hand, "You can eat as soon as I tell you, it's so boring!"

Jin held the watermelon porridge bowl with both hands, glanced at the sticky and fragrant watermelon porridge in the bowl, then looked up at Yang Yongqing, and then at Yang Ruoqing next to him, Jin's mouth was still vaguely expressing What, but the smile on the face, and the wrinkles left by the years, are all smiles.

There is watermelon porridge in the bowl, but the eyes are full of comfort and happiness.

Yang Ruoqing smiled at Mrs. Jin, and said, "Since my little brother honors you, you can eat it."

Jin nodded, carefully sat down at the table holding the bowl, and ate watermelon porridge with the little girl.

And there was still a bowl of watermelon porridge left on the table, Yang Ruoqing saw Yang Yongqing pick up the bowl of porridge, put a sister-in-law's spoon in it, and opened the door into the next room.

"What's the matter? Brother, are you feeding it to Mo's? I read it right!"

Yang Ruoqing was really surprised, and followed Yang Yongqing to the dark wing.

Yang Yongqing kept walking, turned his head and said to Yang Ruoqing, the old god: "Otherwise, what else could happen? Who made her have Lao Tzu's baby again?"

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "Brother, you're going to die!"

I said no, but my heart was really sweet!
Yang Yongqing's thoughts were punctured by Yang Ruoqing, and he felt a little upset.

"Drinking and eating by mistake, I mainly drank too much that day, otherwise, I wouldn't even send me to bed when I was sober..."

"All right, little brother, you don't need to tell me those things in such detail, it's embarrassing to hear!" Yang Ruoqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and raised her hand to interrupt Yang Yongqing's words.

Mo Shi is naturally beautiful, her face and figure are all in the points that men like.

As a normal man, Yang Yongqing is still in his prime, living under the same roof every day, right?
Some things are understood.

So it's normal for the two to mix together.

However, there is really no need to talk about the details here.

Go on and get 404 again.
At the moment, Yang Yongqing didn't bother to say anything, turned his head and bent down and entered the wing room.

Yang Ruoqing followed Yang Yongqing's back, and found that the wing room was tidy and tidy, not as messy as she saw before.

Mo Shi was sitting by the bed, with long black hair hanging down his back, with his head buried, he was concentrating on fiddling with a pillow in his hand, muttering to himself.

Yang Ruoqing knew that Mo Shi regarded this pillow as her own baby.

Although the little girl likes to come to Mo Shi's side every day, Mo Shi seems to be immersed in her own world and cannot get out.

It seems that in Mo's perception, this pillow is her real child.

She didn't recognize the little girl, and when she heard that the little girl called her mother, she just looked at the little girl in a daze, sometimes with a silly grin.

Although Mrs. Mo doesn't know the little girl, and doesn't know that the little girl is her own daughter, but after all, she is her own mother and daughter. The feeling that blood is thicker than water is very strange, so Mo's closeness to the little girl is not resisted at all. .

You know, when he was in Shanyuan before, Moshi was very resistant to contact with other people in Shanyuan.

But the little girl would follow in and stay with Mo Shi for a while when Jin Shi delivered meals every day.

At this moment, seeing Yang Yongqing enter the wing with watermelon porridge, not only did Yang Ruoqing follow Yang Yongqing's gaze, but the little girl also put down the spoon in her hand and got off the stool, and followed Yang Yongqing into the wing.

"You eat yours, what are you doing here? It's not fun here, go out."

Yang Yongqing turned to look at the little girl, and said helplessly.

The little girl was not afraid of Yang Yongqing at all, she said: "I won't go out, I want to see mother, and the little brother in mother's womb."

The corner of Yang Yongqing's mouth twitched, and he didn't bother to stop it.

He came to the bedside, patted Mo Shi on the shoulder, and said in a stiff voice: "Hey, silly woman, let's eat porridge!"

Moshi didn't respond, he still hugged the pillow in his arms like a doll, humming an indistinct song.

Yang Yongqing said: "Is this trying to force me to come up with a trick?"

He coughed lightly: "Silly woman, it's time to cook!"

Immediately, Mo raised his head.

Hei Yaya's long hair was parted in the middle, parted and hung down from both sides, revealing a delicate porcelain-white face.

The palm-sized face, the eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips...

To be honest, it's really beautiful and beautiful!
(End of this chapter)