Dumb farmer wife busy farming

Chapter 185 The taste in memory
It just so happened that she hadn't been to the old house recently, and Ye Qingqing was also a little curious, and was about to run out with the dumplings.

But she didn't expect that the dumplings just out of the pan were too hot, and her fingers hurt from lying on the porcelain bowl.

Seeing that the bowl was about to fall to the ground as soon as she let go, a slender and powerful hand suddenly took the bowl over.

Ye Qingqing blew air on her red-hot fingers while smiling at Jin Jiu.

"Ah Jiu, let's go and come back quickly, otherwise the dumplings will get cold and won't taste good."

Saying so, Ye Qingqing turned around and ran out.

Looking at Ye Qingqing's back, Jin Jiu's eyes darkened, but he quickly chased after her.

The two came to the old house one after the other, and saw the courtyard was quiet.

Quickly came to the upper room, only then did I vaguely hear voices coming from the room.

Ye Qingqing didn't bother to listen carefully, she lifted the curtain and walked in with Jin Jiu.

"Grandma, Grandma Min, Uncle and Auntie, Brother Laifu, Sister-in-law, Brother Lailu... Today we made dumplings, and my parents specially asked half of them to come over so that the grandparents can try something new."

As Ye Qingqing said, Jin Jiu had already put the porcelain bowl in his hand on the table.

Seeing this, Liu Chunhua hurriedly got up and walked out. When she came back again, she had two large bowls in her hand.

Before she could do anything, Ye Chunsheng said coldly, "I don't know how to count, take some bowls!"

Startled by the sudden voice, Liu Chunhua didn't dare to say anything, and walked out quickly.

The room was quiet, and everyone watched Liu Chunhua divide the large bowl of dumplings into three portions and place them in front of Ye Chunsheng, Meng Shi and Chang Min respectively.

Although he didn't hear any more words, judging from Ye Chunsheng's attitude alone, Chang Min's life is getting better and better recently.

But this is not difficult to understand.

After all, beauties are so delicate, it is only natural for Ye Chunsheng to love beauties.

"Grandma, Grandma Min, eat slowly, and we will leave first."

After finishing speaking, Ye Qingqing picked up the bowl and pulled Jin Jiu and walked out.

She didn't want to stay any longer and be bombarded as cannon fodder. Didn't she see that Meng's face was so dark that it was almost dripping ink?
As soon as the two entered the yard, they heard Meng's dissatisfied roar in the room, "Eat, eat, eat, what to eat, I think I have a lot of face, and I dare to eat dumplings."

"Since you don't want to eat it, then don't eat it, and you each share how many." Ye Chunsheng said coldly.

There was a moment of silence in the room, and Ye Chunsheng roared, "Are you still asking me to feed you? Bring the bowl here."

Then there was a ping, ping, bang, bang, bang in the room.

Ye Qingqing didn't dare to listen anymore, she pulled Jin Jiu and ran outside, afraid that a porcelain bowl would fly out of the window and hit them.

The frenzied days of the old house are probably happening every day.

Back home, Ye Qingqing told everything about the old house.

After hearing this, Ye Damao and Ye Mu didn't say anything, they just sighed.

Ye Qingqing had no interest in this either, and happily ate the dumplings.

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evening.

As soon as it got dark, firecrackers rang out in the village one after another.

The sound was so loud that the dogs in the village kept barking.

These sounds mixed together, together with the smell of gunpowder in the air, made Ye Qingqing truly feel the taste of the New Year.

During the ten years in the capital in her previous life, she never experienced such a new year again.

It turns out that the feeling and taste in memory are the most beautiful.

(End of this chapter)