Abandoned Peasant Woman: Farming With a Cute Baby

As for Zhao Ping'er, it's okay not to help, but to help make things messier.

Seeing Zhao Ping'er clumsy, basically doing the work alone, Ma Xiaofeng was angry.

Working with an idiot like Zhao Ping'er, I really suffer, because she is the only one who can count on Zhao Yun'er not to work.

If it weren't for the money coming from Zhao Ping'er, she would never bring someone like Zhao Ping'er to play with her in business and partnership.

Seeing Ma Xiaofeng being busy alone, Zhao Yun'er felt a little conscience in her heart, and said to Ma Xiaofeng, "Xiaofeng, it's really hard for you. I don't know anything. If I'm alone, I probably won't be able to get alive early. of!"

Ma Xiaofeng twitched the corners of her mouth and forced a smile to say to Zhao Ping'er, "It's okay, Ping'er sister, if you can't, just follow me and learn more, and you will surely do it slowly!"

What Ma Xiaofeng was worried about was that Zhao Ping'er would not be able to learn well, so she would throw everything to her afterwards.

It's okay if I'm busy for two days a day, if it's like this every day, it's not bad.

So no matter what, Zhao Ping'er has to learn to work.

"Hmm, Xiaofeng, don't worry about me, I will definitely follow you and learn!"

"Ok!"

The two were busy working for a while, and the steamed stuffed buns and siumai were steamed for ten to twenty minutes.

The food was almost ready, but time passed slowly, and no one came over.

Ma Xiaofeng thinks there is no reason, her steamed stuffed bun smells so good, she is a bit greedy by smelling it herself!

Ma Xiaofeng asked Zhao Ping'er, "Sister Ping'er, why doesn't anyone come over to buy our breakfast?"

"Well...it should be too early, no people on the street have come! Hey, Xiaofeng, don’t worry, we will definitely have it later, let’s eat first, don’t starve ourselves, If there are more people later, you will be busy!"

As Zhao Ping'er said, she couldn't wait to open the steamer, took out a steamed bun, and stuffed it into her mouth.

Ma Xiaofeng felt that Zhao Ping'er said something reasonable, so he took a bun and started to eat.

"Hoo, hot, hot!" Zhao Ping'er was blowing in her mouth, and her mouth was almost red.

"Sister Ping'er, this is our steamed buns. There are too many. What are you anxious about? Just eat slowly!"

Zhao Ping'er nodded, "Well, I'll eat more slowly!"

After tasting a bite, Zhao Ping'er felt that although the taste was good, she always felt that there was something missing, which was far less delicious than Zhao Yun'er's steamed buns.

Zhao Ping'er frowned while eating.

After a steamed bun was eaten in his stomach, Zhao Ping'er couldn't help but said to Ma Xiaofeng, "Xiaofeng, you don’t feel the taste of the steamed stuffed bun is very good. Did you do it as my mother said? How to make it with Yuner The steamed buns do not taste the same!"

After hearing what Zhao Ping'er said, Ma Xiaofeng frowned displeasedly, and said to Zhao Ping'er, "Sister Ping'er, what do you mean, do you mean I did not do well? But I just follow your mother's words It’s done this way, is it possible that you don’t believe it?"

Seeing Ma Xiaofeng's upset, Zhao Ping'er hurriedly said, "Xiaofeng, I didn't mean that! I really feel that the taste of this steamed bun is not quite right, and it is different from what Zhao Yun'er made... "