The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 566 Smoked Out

"Busy." Tong Sanlang replied.

At this time Qiao Xiaomai also came in, and when she saw Mrs. Zhang's appearance, she was secretly surprised.

Mrs. Zhang has indeed lost some weight. Coupled with her haggard, sallow face, disheveled hair and the strange smell in the room, she really looks terminally ill.

"Mother." Qiao Xiaomai yelled, "How is your body?"

Hearing this, Ms. Zhang coughed several more times, and then coughed up a mouthful of old phlegm from her throat. She hurriedly waved to Qiao Xiaomai, and pointed to the toilet at the foot of the bed excitedly.

As for the patients, they rarely leave the room, and defecate and defecate in the room.

Qiao Maimai pretended not to understand, and poked Tong Sanlang's waist quietly from behind.

Tong Sanlang stepped forward, picked up the toilet, and brought it in front of Mrs. Zhang, "Mother, don't get excited, just talk if you have something to say."

He opened the toilet lid, and a stench immediately permeated the room.

Mixed with the original strange smell in the room, it was disgusting.

With a tumbling stomach, Qiao Xiaomai covered her mouth and ran out.

Rely on!
Mrs. Zhang is just pretending to be sick, why don't you be so dedicated!

Tong Tiehu was standing in the yard, seeing her running out suddenly, he couldn't help but asked with concern, "What's the matter?"

"It's all right." Qiao Mai waved his hand.

The retching brought tears to her eyes. Seeing the tears, Tong Tiehu frowned and was about to speak.

Li Rou came out of her room, and when she saw Qiao Maimai, she immediately forced a smile on her face, "Maimai, it's your turn to make dinner today, it's getting late, you'd better do it quickly, or you'll have to light the lamp .”

"Okay." Qiao Mai nodded hurriedly upon hearing this.

As long as she is not allowed to get close to Mrs. Zhang, everything is easy to talk about!
She didn't care about unloading the cart, and immediately washed her hands and went into the kitchen.

Tong's kitchen is similar to Qiao's, with two stoves, one pot for cooking rice and one pot for stir-frying vegetables, and all kinds of seasonings are quite complete.

After a quick look at the things in the kitchen, she saw that there were no steamed buns, so she stood at the door of the kitchen and asked Tong Tiehu in the yard, "Grandpa, there are no steamed buns, is it pancakes or rolled noodles?"

"Let's roll the noodles." Li Rou was playing in the yard with her son and daughter in her arms. Hearing this, she opened her mouth before Tong Tiehu said, "Xiaoxing Xiaoyue can't bite her teeth when it comes to pancakes."

Xiaoxing and Xiaoyue are exactly Li Rou's two children, the eldest son is Xiaoxing, who is four years old this year, and the youngest son is Xiaoyue, who is less than three years old this year.

Qiao Xiaomai smiled when she heard the words, "How about noodles, soup noodles or lo mein?"

"Let's get the noodles. It's just that the leftover pork at noon was taken away by some relatives, and now there are some vegetarian dishes left at home." Li Rou said again, the subtext is also very clear, if this family is so poor, you can't bear it , then bring your own things.

When Qiao Mai heard this, the smile on his face remained unchanged, "It's hot in summer, so you should eat something light."

After saying this, she turned around and went back to the kitchen, and then started making noodles.

After hearing this, Li Rou hugged Tong Xiaoyue tightly in her arms, and said nothing.

Just as Qiao Xiaomai poured the flour into the wooden basin, Tong Sanlang came in, "Shall I choose vegetables?" he asked.

"Have you washed your hands?" Qiao Mai asked.

"Washed, washed several times with bath beans."

"Well, you choose vegetables to light the fire." Qiao Xiaomai agreed to his help.

Mrs. Zhang was not sick but deliberately ordered her around, hmph, with bad intentions.

Tong Sanlang felt he was in the wrong, went to the vegetable garden and picked four green eggplants, and picked a handful of beans, and sat by the well to wash and cut them.

Carrying the cut vegetables into the kitchen, Qiao Xiaomai was already rolling out the noodles, so he walked over and took the rolling pin, "I'll do it."

Qiao Xiaomai was not polite to him, and stood aside when he saw this.

(End of this chapter)