Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 9235 Grandparents eat
Xiao Hei only dared to show his strength with his words, but Yang Huamei really wanted to chase him and beat him, so he was persuaded.

With his hands covering his head, he had no choice but to run.

One of the two girls ran, and the other chased, and there was a commotion in the main room.In this chaos, not only Xiao Hei's own watermelon porridge was splashed on his face by Yang Huamei, but even the watermelon porridge in the bowl in front of Zhuang Zhuang was knocked to the ground.

Zhuang Zhuang looked at the scene of flying dogs and dogs in front of him, and at the watermelon porridge and broken bowls on the ground, the little guy cried out with a wow.

Because he couldn't speak, his crying sounded weird, like sobbing and choking, the indistinct sound was pulling and pulling in the trachea, as if an invisible hand was holding back the strong neck.

Tightening and loosening, switching back and forth, controlling the crying.

Yang Huamei panicked when she heard her baby grandson crying, and her pace of chasing Xiao Hei naturally slowed down.

Taking advantage of Yang Huamei's distraction, Xiao Hei rushed to the yard.

Yang Huamei threw the feather duster in her hand, pointed at Xiao Hei's running back and cursed: "You bastard, this is my home, you don't want to kick me out! Get out, get out!"

Xiao Hei rushed out of the courtyard, his head poked out from the courtyard wall, and shouted at Yang Huamei: "Then I'll be the son-in-law of the old Xu's family! I'm leaving and I'm not coming back!"

Yang Huamei chased him into the yard, her eyes were red, and a voice in her heart was calling out, if she caught Xiao Hei this time, he would have to pin the bastard to the ground and strangle him to death, it would be like one less child!
However, when she chased to the gate of the yard, Xiao Hei had already disappeared.

"You son of a bitch, it's not a thing to run outside when it's almost dark!" Yang Huamei spat a few more times in the direction that Xiao Hei ran away, and then hurried back to the main room.

At this moment in the main room, the eldest grandson Zhuang Zhuang had stopped crying, and the little guy was squatting on the ground, grabbing the spilled watermelon porridge on the ground and stuffing it into his mouth.

"Oh my god, I can't eat it!"

He bluffed, rushed to Zhuang Zhuang like a gust of wind under his feet, lifted Zhuang Zhuang from the ground and put it aside.

At the same time, he went to wipe off the watermelon porridge on his chubby fingers.

Zhuang Zhuang was very unhappy, struggling to get down in Yang Huamei's arms, pointed to the puddle of watermelon porridge on the ground, and screamed anxiously.

"Baby, that porridge is dirty, I can't eat it, my stomach hurts after eating it..."

Yang Huamei hugged her eldest grandson tightly while patiently coaxing her.

Not to mention that the child is a deaf-mute child who can't hear, even if he can hear, he can't understand it at this age!
So Yang Huamei basically played the piano to the cow, and the cow didn't hear it. Zhuang Zhuang struggled to get to the ground to grab the watermelon porridge on the ground to eat.

In the end, his wish was not fulfilled, and he began to grin and make weird crying sounds again.

Yang Huamei was disturbed by the torment, her face was covered with hot sweat, and her hair was sticky to her cheeks.

Big beads of sweat dripped from the tip of her nose, but Zhuang Zhuang was not much better, her little face was flushed from crying, and her clothes were soaked.

"Okay, okay, grandma will take you to find watermelon porridge to eat, don't cry, don't cry!"

Yang Huamei didn't know what to do, she found a cattail leaf fan to cover Zhuang Zhuang's head, held it with one hand, locked the door and hurried to the old Luo's house at the entrance of the village.

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The old Luo family.

Summer dinner should be eaten as early as possible. The longer it is delayed, the more inconvenient it will be. Mosquitoes are everywhere around your feet.

Of course, this is limited to people with good conditions. For those with poor conditions, they work in the fields day and night, sweating profusely.

At this moment in the Luo family, the sun had already set, and there was a red cloud in the sky, as if it was on fire.

In the main room of the Luo family, everyone is eating dinner.

There are two bowls of watermelon porridge and two bowls of white rice left at noon.

So at night, Yang Ruoqing made two bowls of white rice into fried rice with eggs and put it in a big bowl.

The remaining two bowls of porridge were also brought to the table, boiled a few salted duck eggs, some corn, a plate of pickles, and scrambled fried eggs with shrimps for the two children.

A simple but hearty dinner was ready, and Tuanyuan sat on his own special stool, with a scarf hanging under his neck, and his small eyes looked curiously at the porridge, rice, and dishes on the table.

Seeing the excitement, Yuanyuan's little feet kicked and kicked hard a few times, and made a sound of "嘿嘿".

"It looks like I want to eat watermelon porridge." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Uncle, aunt, there is also a bowl of watermelon porridge, you see who eats it, this bowl is enough for Tuanyuanyuan to die."

Yang Ruoqing took two small wooden bowls and spoons, and prepared to share watermelon porridge with the two little guys.

Blacksmith Luo glanced at Wang Cuilian: "Eat it, I'll pick a few bites of eggs and fried rice."

Wang Cuilian said: "I ate several bowls of watermelon porridge at noon, you can eat this bowl at night."

Blacksmith Luo shook his head: "Then Qing'er will eat."

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled: "A bowl of watermelon porridge is still being pushed back and forth like this. Half a bowl of fried rice with eggs will be enough for me later. I can't eat it in hot weather."

Therefore, the bowl of watermelon porridge was finally decided by Tiejiang Luo to eat.

At this moment, Yang Huamei entered the gate of Luo's courtyard holding Zhuang Zhuang, who was crying strangely.

Yang Ruoqing still sat there firmly and distributed the watermelon porridge to Tuan Yuan Yuan, but she just glanced at the gate of the courtyard and said hello.

And Wang Cuilian put down her chopsticks and stood up: "Mei'er, what's wrong with Zhuang Zhuang? Why are you crying like this?"

Yang Huamei was embarrassed, and went straight to the table with Zhuang Zhuang in her arms. While sweeping her eyes on the table, she couldn't hide her intentions:

"Sister-in-law Cuilian, Qing'er, I'm really sorry, I brought Zhuang Zhuang here to beg for watermelon porridge."

Ask for watermelon porridge?

Wang Cuilian was puzzled, and looked at Yang Ruoqing.

"Qing'er, didn't you deliver watermelon porridge to your aunt's house this afternoon? Did you miss it?" Wang Cuilian asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "How could it be missed? A big bowl is full, and it can be divided into two rice bowls."

Yang Huamei also quickly shook her head and said, "Qing'er brought me watermelon porridge, and I didn't miss it."

"My watermelon porridge was accidentally spilled and I couldn't eat it. I was too strong and didn't eat enough. I made a fuss at home."

"I really have nothing to do, so I had to take him with me and try my luck cheekily. Is there anything left?"

Wang Cuilian smiled: "Hey, it's just a little watermelon porridge, it's nothing like dragon liver and phoenix gallbladder. It's so serious as you said."

"Come, come, sit down, there is still a bowl of porridge!"

Following Wang Cuilian's words, Blacksmith Luo also hurriedly pushed the watermelon porridge in front of him back to the middle of the table, and said, "I haven't put down my chopsticks yet, it's clean, Meier, feed it to the baby!"

Yang Huamei glanced at the rice bowl in front of Blacksmith Luo, which was a flat bowl.

"Brother Blacksmith, my Zhuang Zhuang has a small appetite and can't eat that much, just pour a few mouthfuls for him."

(End of this chapter)