Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 9233 What is the result?
However, the child just refused to leave the door of the wing room, and had to hold a rice bowl and sit at the door while eating.

She refused to leave when she slept at night, and stood at the door of the wing with her little pillow in her arms, looking pitifully through the crack of the door...

As for the time when I go in to deliver food and tea to Mo's every day, it is the time that the little girl looks forward to the most.

No matter how you try to stop it, you can't stop it. You must follow him or Jin Shi and sneak into the wing to see Mo Shi.

On the way back from Yang Yongqing's place, Yang Ruoqing was still thinking about the scene he saw before.

Especially the little girl snuggled up to Mo's side, she was so quiet and cute like a kitten, it really made people feel soft in their hearts.

When I got home, I told Wang Cuilian about Yang Yongqing's house, Wang Cuilian also sighed and said: "Judging from the fact that Yongqing gave Mo's porridge to eat, Yongqing should know it well, but he is not stingy. What do you think in your heart, but don’t say it out of your mouth.”

Yang Ruoqing also nodded with a smile: "He is a duplicity."

The mouth says no, but the body is very honest.

A while ago, I disliked Mo's family a hundred times, saying how dirty and smelly Mo's family was, and the result?
As a result, a second child was born!
"I stayed there for a while today, just because I like to see the little girl cuddling with Mo's, and it makes my heart warm. I'm really happy for the little girl." Yang Ruoqing said again.

Wang Cuilian was also full of emotion, and said: "A child can't live without a mother. I can see that little girl from the Yongqing family. That child is smart and smart, and she is a governor earlier than children of the same age."

Yang Ruoqing felt the same way, obviously the daughter of Zhao Liuer's family was older than the little girl.

But the girl from Zhao Liuer's family is not as sensible as the little girl from Yang Yongqing's family, this should have something to do with her growing environment.

The daughter of Zhao Liu'er's family has been surrounded by her parents since she was a child, and she is well protected, and her brother is with her and takes care of her, so she can be carefree.

The little girl in Yang Yongqing's family was in a different situation. When she was a child with her deaf-mute grandma, when she was strolling in the village, Jin often couldn't understand what others were saying, and often this little girl helped translate and convey.

So not only Yang Ruoqing and Wang Cuilian felt that the little girl was an early governor, but even the villagers said so.

"Qing'er, since Mrs. Mo is pregnant with a second child, there is no need to arrange a blind date for Yongqing's marriage, right?" Wang Cuilian asked again after a while.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "No more arrangements, there are almost two children, and Mo's is still living in the house, a girl from a good family will probably back off when she hears this!"

Therefore, it is estimated that Yang Yongqing's marriage line in this life really fell on Mo Shi in the end.

……

In the old Wang's house, at night, Yang Huamei also divided the watermelon porridge into two portions, one for the eldest grandson Zhuang Zhuang, and the other for Xiao Hei.

Xiao Hei's nose was bandaged, and medicine was applied to his face. His whole face looked a little swollen, and his eyes were squeezed into a line stuck inside.

When Zhuang Zhuang was eating watermelon porridge, he always stopped, raised his little finger to point at Xiao Hei, and moaned.

It seems to be saying to Yang Huamei: Look, baby, this big pig looks like my uncle!
Yang Huamei pressed down the strong chubby hand, "Don't look at it, don't point out, let's eat porridge!"

Zhuang Zhuang still turned his head away, peeking at Xiao Hei from Yang Huamei's side, and even pulled his own little face to make a grimace at Xiao Hei.

Yang Huamei was angry and funny, coaxing again: "Be strong, be good, eat porridge. Grandma will feed you porridge."

A spoonful of porridge was fed into Zhuang Zhuang's small mouth, Zhuang Zhuang's small mouth smashed the delicious watermelon porridge, and his little hand still pointed tirelessly at Xiao Hei for Yang Huamei to see.

This is the case with a child's curiosity. If you don't satisfy his curiosity, he will follow you endlessly.

Yang Huamei had nothing to do, she could only glance in the direction of Zhuang Zhuang's finger, and then quickly looked away.

"Okay, grandma saw it, come on, let's continue eating porridge."

Another spoonful of viscous watermelon porridge was fed into Zhuang Zhuang's little mouth.

This watermelon porridge was brought over by Yang Ruoqing earlier, saying it was for Zhuang Zhuang.

Although Yang Huamei got angry and ran away when she was in the Luo family, she felt that her mother's family could not find any warmth at all. In this world, she was the only one who cared about Xiao Hei, and her mother's family was all fake.

But when the watermelon porridge was delivered to him, he even named it for Zhuang Zhuang.

Most of the anger in Yang Huamei's stomach dissipated immediately.

My heart said that my eldest grandson Zhuang Zhuang's face is big, and he specially sent watermelon porridge.

In other words, this is probably the first time Zhuang Zhuang has eaten watermelon porridge since he was born!

Thinking of this, the traditional things in Yang Huamei's bones suddenly popped up.

I saw her feeding watermelon porridge to Zhuang Zhuang, and kept saying auspicious words in her mouth.

For example: "My treasure eats healthy food, and it is easy to grow and grow."

"My treasure is strong and strong, not sick, not a dog."

"My treasure is safe to eat..."

"Hey!"

A sneer sounded at an inappropriate time, interrupting the auspicious rhetoric that Yang Huamei was chanting.

Yang Huamei glanced at Xiao Hei in displeasure, seeing Xiao Hei's swollen and shiny face, and suppressed the scolding words that came to her lips.

However, Xiao Hei didn't know how to advance or retreat. After a sneer, he opened his mouth again.

"Isn't it just a bowl of watermelon porridge? It's not a miracle medicine. If people who eat it don't get sick and die, the world will almost be full of people. In the mountains behind the village, you can't find a single grave!"

The more she said the more outrageous, Yang Huamei was so angry that she directly covered Xiao Hei's mouth with her hand.

But he didn't want to touch his nose, he grinned in pain, jumping up from the stool like a cat whose tail has been stepped on.

"Mom, what are you doing? I said what I said, why did you hit me on the nose?"

Yang Huamei quickly retracted the matter, and explained in a panic: "Mother didn't want to beat you, mother accidentally touched you."

"Well, how's your nose? It's not bleeding anymore, why don't you let your mother take a look at it for you?"

Still holding the bowl in her hand, Yang Huamei stood up, her eager eyes fell on Xiao Hei's face, worried that she would touch the wound again.

Before, because Xiao Hei ate spicy fermented bean curd, he sneezed too hard and opened the wound in his nose, bleeding a lot.

If I get it again this time, it will be the third time to bleed, and the nose must be scrapped?
So at the moment Yang Huamei blamed herself very much, even put the bowl in her hand on the table, and wanted to come over to check on Xiao Hei's nose.

But Xiao Hei dodged it.

"Don't touch me, you're a fake, I don't believe you!" Xiao Hei said loudly.

Yang Huamei frowned, "What are you talking about? If I pretend to be fake, no one in this world will treat you well!"

The nose bleeds for the second time before, who went all over the village under the scorching sun to find Wang Sheng?
Isn't it just her who is a mother!

(End of this chapter)