60s: Petite Wife

Han Qingye glared angrily at Han Qixiu, Li Yunhao hurriedly retracted his hand when he heard the words, picked up his rice bowl with his favorite dishes, and stepped aside to watch the play quietly!

The old one is a grenade egg, and the small one is a mortar. He can't afford a small rifle, so let's eat!

The world is so big that it doesn't even have to eat!

Han Qixiu turned around slowly, glanced disdainfully at an old man with a blushing face and a thick neck, and said lightly, "If you want to drink, you can drink it yourself, and your hands are not broken!"

'Pfft'

Shen Jiaxing chuckled lightly, and happily gave Zhu Siya a piece of rabbit meat, which he also nibbled at, the more he looked at Han Qixiu, the more pleasing his eyes became!

If Han Qixiu was his grandson, he would definitely be even more angry than Han Qingye, and scold his unfilial descendants!

But now Han Qixiu is protecting his granddaughter. As long as he treats his Jiaojiao well, filial piety is nothing!

Filial piety to his granddaughter is enough!

Han Qingye turned his head to look at Shen Jiaxing, who was beside him, his anger was even more fierce, this stinky capitalist laughed so proudly, he didn't know how to laugh at himself!

"I'm your grandfather, why don't you let you serve a bowl of soup? You are an unfilial descendant!" Han Qingye, who was so embarrassed, brought a bit of anger.

Han Qixiu said lazily: "I don't want to be rich, you are not without hands or feet, nor are you paralyzed in bed, I will come back to filial piety when you can't move!"

Han Qingye was panting even more urgently, his nostrils were as wide as a cow's nostrils, and his veins burst like earthworms. Li Yunhao was no longer as flustered as before. The old boss had to be so angry almost every day during this period of time. On the contrary, the head got better and better, and nothing happened.

Shen Jiao looked at Han Qingye's appearance, worried that he might be out of anger, and carefully dragged Han Qixiu, telling him to stop being angry with the old man.

Han Qixiu gave her a "nothing" look. Seeing that the fish soup in her bowl was almost finished, he said softly, "Jiaojiao, drink the bowl of soup again?"

"Well, I do it myself."

Shen Jiao didn't dare to provoke Han Qingye at this juncture. When she got up, she wanted to fill the soup by herself. Han Qixiu pressed her down: "I'll fill it up, just sit Jiaojiao!"

"Brother Han, let me make it myself!"

She peeked at Han Qingye, whose face was darker than the bottom of the pot. Shen Jiao's back was cold. She was afraid that the stinky old man would burst with anger. Press back on the seat.

Shen Jiao sighed helplessly, she could only shrink her neck, didn't dare to say a word, and waited quietly for the delicious fish soup. She regretted that she was greedy for the food, so she might as well say not to eat it!

Han Qixiu carefully filled the bowl of soup and held it in front of Shen Jiao. Shen Jiao didn't dare to lift her head, she took the fish soup and started to eat it.

'Snapped'

There was a loud noise, and the dishes on the table jumped up, startling the big guy. Han Dewu and Han Dexing hurriedly put a lot of dishes into the bowls, and like Li Yunhao, they hid aside as a melon eater.

Shen Jiao was so frightened that she even threw the spoon into the bowl with a thud, very crisp.

Han Qingye took the lead, pointed at Shen Jiao and shouted, "She doesn't have good hands and feet, why are you helping her?"

Shen Jiao didn't eat the fish soup in her hand, nor did she eat it. She looked at Han Qixiu embarrassedly, pitifully.

Han Qixiu glanced at Han Qingye, who was furious, and said, "The hand grows on me. I can give it to whoever I like, can you control it?"

"If you don't serve Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will take care of it!" Han Qingye roared.

"I won't give it to you!" Han Qixiu was not to be outdone, and his voice was not small at all.

"Then you are not allowed to give it to this girl, no one is allowed to do it!" Han Qingye pointed at Shen Jiao again, her eyes were full of naked jealousy, and Shen Jiao's heart was trembling.

Han Qixiu patted Shen Jiao soothingly, and shouted at Han Qingye, "My lord, I'm going to give Jiao Jiao a blessing, if you don't like it, go back to G province, don't bully Jiao Jiao here all day, a big man will stare at her all day. You don't feel ashamed to eat a little bit from someone else's mouth!"

Han Qingye felt the deep contempt in his grandson's eyes, as well as the obvious ridicule on Shen Jiaxing's face, which made his dignity grind to the ground again, and shouted angrily: "This is Laozi's home, what qualifications do you unfilial descendants have to let me go? If you want to leave, you irrelevant people will leave!"

Shen Jiao heard the meaning of Han Qingye's words, looked at Han Qixiu uneasily, and murmured, "Brother Han, why don't I and grandpa live in another place?"

Han Qixiu patted her on the head, walked back into the room, pulled out a piece of paper, shook it in front of Han Qingye, and provocatively said, "Now this house deed is written with my name, sir, and it has nothing to do with you. No, do you know?"

Han Qingye opened his eyes wide and looked at the house deed. Sure enough, it was written in black and white, clearly and clearly:

Homeowner: Han Qixiu

"When did you change the owner's name?" Han Qingye almost vomited out a mouthful of blood. How could this stinky boy play with him?

Han Qixiu shook the house deed and raised his eyebrows proudly, "My lord, I changed it last year. Now that I know who the owner is, just calm down and stop looking for Jiaojiao all day, or you can go back to G province and stay there. !"

Han Qingye can feel the sweetness in his throat. He is not qualified to be the master of the ancestral house that his parents left to him?

The stinky boy actually threatened him?

"I ask you~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This stinky girl and I, who are you helping?"

Han Qingye was so angry that his brain burned, and like a three-year-old child, he asked childish questions such as "Mom, do you like me or Xiao Ming from the next door".

Han Qixiu glanced at him strangely, and said without thinking, "Nonsense, of course I'm helping Jiaojiao. You are so powerful that you still use Xiaoye to help you? If you admit your inferiority, Xiaoye will reluctantly help you!"

Han Qingye was stuck in his chest in one breath, unable to go up or down. After a long time, he said with a buzzing voice: "Of course I am very powerful, much more powerful than your unfilial descendant!"

"Then why don't you have it, you are so powerful, and you have healthy limbs, why do you need my help?" Han Qixiu spread his hands and said lightly.

Han Qingye's brain is not enough. He feels that he has been led to a dead end by his unfilial grandson. It doesn't seem right to say anything.

Looking at Shen Jiao who was watching the play with her eyes wide open, someone had a flash of inspiration, pointed at her for the third time, and asked, "Isn't this stinky girl also healthy? Why do you need your help?"

Han Qixiu sneered and said, "Jiaojiao is a weak woman, don't you know? You're actually comparing yourself to Jiaojiao, and you've been eating for decades!"

Shen Jiao didn't miss the opportunity to add: "Yes, I'm weak, I'm not strong at all!"

Han Qingye was about to die of anger at the sing-along between these two people. He felt that his face was dull. Compared with a ten-year-old girl, he seemed a little shameless!

"Sir, drink the fish soup, it's going to be cold!" Li Yunhao handed over the steps at the right time, and Han Qingye went down, took the fish soup and drank it.

At this point, a **** battle caused by fish soup ended with Han Qingye's fiasco!