The promotion of the eighty lucky concubine

Chapter 116 Trying hard to please

"Why are you talking so much nonsense to her?" Situ Qing showed his face from the darkness, "I didn't mean to trick Erha out, I took the child to the United States."

"Heh." Yu Qiulian sneered, the man behind him was no longer the innocent man in his 20s who tricked her into giving him wild flowers on the roadside while riding a bicycle.

"Situ Qing. I was really blind back then, and I fell in love with people like you!"

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that the children of Situ's family cannot be left outside."

"A Zheng is ashamed to have a father like you!"

The middle-aged man didn't take it seriously, he even felt that the decision to divorce Yu Qiulian was the right one.

"I don't want to argue with you about these useless things." Situ Qing continued, "The old house will be demolished soon. If you insist on this, I can only sell it."

"Aside from threatening people, what else can you do?"

Situ Qing sneered, "You have been with me for so many years, but you still don't understand that life is all about doing one thing well."

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An Dalang and Du Jiajia spoke ill of Situ's family a lot along the way.

"In the future, if that bastard dares to come to our house again, let him get out!"

After entering the threshold of the house, the old man asked An Dalang to keep his voice down, because Erha had already fallen asleep.

"Have you eaten outside?" the old man asked softly.

"Not yet." Du Jiajia replied.

Originally, An Dalang planned to do it outside, but because of Yu Qiulian's incident, An Dalang changed his original plan.

"Has Yaoyao eaten yet?" Du Jiajia asked in a gentle voice.

"I've eaten." An Yunyao replied.

"The unfinished soup in the pot, you can drink it later after it's heated up." The old man knew that An Dalang had a strong opinion of Situ Zheng, so he didn't mention who made the spoon.

Of course An Dalang couldn't let Du Jiajia do these things, he closed the kitchen door and quickly heated up the dishes and soup.

Du Jiajia took a sip.

"Da Lang. Your soup making has improved a lot this time."

An Dalang felt a little guilty after being praised by his wife, after all, he didn't make the soup.

"yes?"

"Of course." Du Jiajia was like a gourmet, and his analysis was thorough.

An Dalang picked up the bowl, took a sip, and it was indeed very different from his own.

After Du Jiajia had eaten, the old man pulled An Dalang over and told who made the soup.

"Hmph." An Dalang expressed disdain: "Father, if that bastard wants to come again, you don't care."

"Let's see what Yaoyao means."

"That child Yaoyao has a soft heart, she was deceived by that little bastard Situ Zheng back then."

An Dalang was annoyed when he mentioned that year.

weekend.

Erha doesn't need to go to class.

The old man was called over by Mr. An for some business, while An Dalang and Du Jiajia decided to sell the bakery they had previously set their eyes on, and planned to show their talents in Camellia Town.

An Yunyao took Erha to the medical clinic.

There are not many people seeing a doctor today, which is a good thing for An Yunyao.

After engaging in this industry, An Yunyao hoped not to see the patient for the second time.

"Mom." Erha obediently lay down on the counter after finishing her homework, "What shall we have for lunch?"

"What do you want to eat?" An Yunyao's voice was still hoarse due to a cold.

"Hmm. Mom is sick, Erha wants to eat something light."

What a ghost!
"What's light?" The range is very wide, An Yunyao guided Erha, "You told mom specifically."

A breeze blew, and the hospital bells hanging from the ceiling rang.

"Mom! It's a clown!"

(End of this chapter)