The petite wife of the era, the rough man's husband spoils

Chapter 178 Sticky bean buns smeared your mouth?

Tan Mianmian lowered her head, just when Aunt Ji thought that her sense of oppression finally made the other party bow her head, she heard a sentence:
"Ji Yan really didn't tell me in advance, so I was almost slaughtered when I bought him leather shoes last time."

It is true that Ji Yan sent me something, and I am not hanging on to others for food and drink.

Tan Mianmian hadn't finished yet, she raised her head with a little grievance on her face: "Is it because Ji Yan is not worried about me, and I didn't talk about this kind of thing earlier, it's better for aunt, I will continue to give Ji Yan the physical needs For medicinal materials, it seems that I can ask my aunt to help you find them, Auntie, you are really amazing."

Aunt Ji: ...

"Have you tidied it up? It won't be convenient to go back later." Ji Yan yelled outside.

It is a perfect match with Tan Mianmian's refutation of Aunt Ji's words.

Aunt Ji has nothing to say.

Because she knew, there was a high probability that she couldn't talk to this eloquent female educated youth.

Then he sent the embarrassment and frustration to Ji Yan: "What's the rush? It's normal for girls to dress up. You can wait as long as you want. You won't get tired of calling like this!"

Stupid boy, I don't know if you are a fool or you are really too stupid to fall into this girl's hands.

Good days and bad days, I guess it all depends on the girl's mood.

Aunt Ji was a little bit reconciled, and couldn't figure out what that reluctance was.

After going out, he fired at Ji Yan again: "You, just wait to be eaten to death by others in the future."

"Eat, who will eat me?" Ji Yan frowned, his brows almost became Sichuan characters.

How many years have passed since the Great Famine, why does my aunt still say such alarmist words? What if Mianmian is frightened.

Aunt Ji rolled her eyes. "Come on, you're all in a hurry, I won't keep you today."

Turning her head to Tan Mianmian, she said, "It's the first time I've met my aunt, and this aunt who is in a hurry doesn't have time to prepare the meeting ceremony. Come, go to the aunt's warehouse, and take whatever you like."

Tan Mianmian hasn't declined yet. After all, she just won a round of talking with someone, and she's too embarrassed to prick her heart and money.

Ji Yan straightforwardly led Tan Mianmian to choose.

"I know what you're thinking. I don't like to take it for nothing. I will make up for my aunt."

As for his money, it was hers.

Tan Mianmian couldn't resist, and looked at the supplies in the room.

If someone got these things, he would be so unhappy that he would run around the world.

As large as sewing machines, bicycles, radios, etc., as small as notebooks, pens, and coarse grains.

It is estimated that these days are the sales of the New Year, and there are couplets.

Tan Mianmian chose some stationery, and a few pieces of pillow cloth.

Aunt Ji disliked her bad eyesight: "These are not suitable for making coats, you can change them to other ones, that one is really good, after spring and summer..."

"Auntie, I want this." Tan Mianmian glanced at Aunt Ji's waist: "Have you been stretching for the past two days, and you don't feel comfortable sleeping? I'll make you a rice pillow, which can relieve the discomfort in your lumbar spine."

Originally, even if Aunt Ji didn't open a warehouse, she planned to hire someone to make one with the remaining broken steps at home when she went back.

Aunt Ji originally had a critical tone, asking her to change to another fabric, but now she seemed to be gagged by a sticky bean bag, and couldn't utter a word after opening and closing.

"Ah, is this rice suitable?" Ji Yan helped her choose the rice.

Tan Mianmian leaned over and chose one: "Just this one, it's not so hard if it's round."

The two selected the raw materials, and with Ji Yan as an assistant, Tan Mianmian made a suitable rice bag pillow in ten minutes.

(End of this chapter)