Dressed as a wronged stepmother, I was pampered by three villains

Tang Yan finally finished chopping firewood and was almost paralyzed from exhaustion. There were two big blisters on his hands, sweat dripped down his cheeks, silk was hanging on his brocade robe in several places, and he was in a very embarrassed state.

And Yan Beichen next to him has already learned how to wear skewers!

Tang Yan was drinking tea, and Zhang Biluo said with a smile: "Dabao, if you were asked to write an article about the current Mr. Tang, how would you write it?"

"This is not simple yet," Dabao wrote a short composition on the spot. "Young master Tang can't bear the burden on his shoulders and can't lift the basket in his hands. It can be seen that he usually idles around, enjoys leisurely work, and fails to accomplish anything."

Zhang Biluo laughed heartily, "Bao, there are a few idioms that are not used correctly, so I have to write them down tonight."

Tang Yan was so angry that he kept asking himself: Why do you have to come to this small place to suffer? Why do you have to be humiliated for chopping firewood?

"Bei...Brother Ziwei, you are sitting peacefully."

Yan Beichen was busy putting on the string in his hands and said calmly: "With my legs and feet, if I don't sit down, how can I stand?"

Zhang Biluo took a look and said, "Oh, his uncle has time to talk. It seems he is still too busy."

"We need to use some charcoal fire later, Dabao, go and burn some charcoal."

Yan Dabao is so smart, he is the best at cooperating, and responded loudly: "Okay! I'll go right away! Although I have never burned charcoal fire, I have to try it for my mother. It doesn't matter if it causes blisters, or it burns out."

Don’t worry about your clothes either.”

Tang Yan's heart twitched, "Leave me alone! I've already chopped the firewood, so I'll just burn the charcoal again."

Xiao Tang was so self-conscious, Zhang Biluo was extremely satisfied, "You said this yourself, I didn't force you, don't blame me, I, a little widow, can't afford it..."

Tang Yan felt that he almost didn't recognize the word "widow" anymore.

Yan Beichen said: "Why bother? You go back and rest, I'll ask someone to burn it."

"Don't you see, that woman is instigating Dabao?"

Yan Beichen smiled and said, "Listen to me and go back and enter the hospital. She will immediately follow my advice and agree to find someone to burn charcoal."

Tang Yan gritted his teeth and said, "I will burn you if you dare."

Zhang Biluo looked on coldly, seeing that they still went ahead with the original plan after their discussion, and continued to eat melon seeds with a smile.

Yan Beichen quickly threaded the string, and Zhang Biluo praised: "Brother Ji, you got started quickly and have a very strong learning ability. If your legs are like this, don't complain or be depressed, fate will take you away."

The ability to walk upright, but also the ability to wear strings, you are the best!"

Even Yan Beichen was disgusted by her.

Not long after, the charcoal fire was booming. Zhang Biluo would not let the child lose. He bought the best charcoal, which was smokeless and had a strong fire, so he could pass the exam quickly.

The meat skewers are placed on the sieve, under the charcoal fire, grilled until they are sizzling with oil, and the vegetables are brushed with a layer of sauce, and the aroma wafts far away.

Tang Yan had been hungry for a long time, and smelling the fragrance made him look forward to it.

Zhang Biluo was very satisfied with the work of the two grown men, "It's okay. You can go back. I'll come back to you tomorrow if there's any work."

Tang Yan was so angry that he didn't want to say anything. He thought that after doing so much for her, how could he give two skewers a try? Was he kicked out like this? Is that polite?

Yan Beichen nodded, "Okay, I'll come back tomorrow."

Zhang Biluo blinked, wanting to ask him, are you okay? Why did you get excited by wearing a string dress in front of my house?

Yan Beichen said again: "You seem to be missing an ingredient?"

Zhang Biluo nodded, "I can't buy cumin."

"You are talking about fennel. If there is a chance in the future, I will help you find some."

Zhang Biluo said thank you, and the two men returned to the small courtyard lonely, smelling the fragrance in the air.

As soon as she entered the door, she heard Zhang Biluo shouting loudly: "Li Yunniang, quickly bring the child over to play with skewers!"

Yan Beichen and Tang Yan couldn't help but look at each other, and they could see three parts of resentment, three parts of unwillingness, and four parts of depression in each other's eyes.

Why can Li Yunniang sit in the courtyard and make skewers without doing anything? We worked so hard that we just said "You guys go back" instead, and didn't even get a verbal praise!

Tang Yan asked: "Did she do it on purpose?"

Yan Beichen nodded, "She did it on purpose."

"If I tell her that I am Dabao's biological uncle, will she still behave like this?"

Yan Beichen smiled and said, "It will only get worse."

Tang Yan was puzzled, and Yan Beichen said: "What happened to Dabao's uncle? He should devote himself to his children, right? As for his biological father, I'm afraid he is not as good as his biological uncle."

Tang Yan felt that this idea was correct and couldn't help but said angrily: "Vicious woman! Zhang Sanniang is a poisonous woman!"

The two men were sitting across from each other eating, and the food was tasteless. Li Yunniang was heard shouting: "Sanniang, do we want to drink rice wine? Can I bring some?"

"Drink, hurry up, can you drink well? Don't let me knock you down."

Oh, if the man is not at home, they can lift the roof of the house.

"Come on, Yun Niang, let's play a new song and have a glass of wine. I won't be able to go home until I'm drunk tonight."

"Hahaha, do it!"

"Come again, I urge you to drink another glass of wine, you have everything and I have everything."

"Hahaha, full on!"

"Mother Yun, please don't vomit there if you drink too much."

"Sanniang, you are so funny."

Yan Beichen and Tang Yan: The excitement is theirs, and we have nothing.

Two women and five children had been having fun for more than two hours. The sex game finally came to an end, but the aroma of barbecue was still filling the air.

Zhang Biluo said drunkenly, "Dabao, don't forget to send the skewers left by my mother later."

Tang Yan's eyes suddenly lit up. Who else could he give it to? It must be given to us!

Sure enough, I heard Li Yuniang say: "I have seen it. Those two have done so much for you, chopping firewood and cutting meat. You should give them some."

Tang Yan was a little excited, this was pretty much it, she had a conscience!

Zhang Biluo laughed and said, "Mother Yun, please walk slowly. We will drink together next time."

Tiedan was reluctant to leave before leaving, "Sir, are you going to write the storybook tonight? Can I sleep with Dabao?"

"No," Zhang Biluo refused decisively, "Everyone goes back to his own home and finds his own mother."

Tang Yan was scratching his head, but Li Yunniang should hurry up. Only when she gets home can Zhang Biluo ask Dabao to deliver midnight snacks.

Although Yan Beichen remained calm, he actually had some expectations.

This should be an obsession. I didn’t eat anything tonight, so I always felt like something was missing.

Waiting and waiting, I waited until I couldn't help but finally heard the movement next door, "Dabao, hold the lamp and be careful where you step, hold these strings securely."

Tang Yan stood up suddenly, here he comes, finally here!

No, Dabao will knock on the door soon. I can't drive so fast, as if I've been waiting for it all night.

After waiting for a full cup of tea, Tang Yan was pacing anxiously. Isn't it time to go out? Why hasn't he come yet? Could it be that the child drank too much? He fell asleep at the door?

He went out to look, but there was nothing there. Where was Dabao?

At this time, Yan Beichen's secret guard came to report, "The young master went under the banyan tree and is practicing his sword at this time."

Bang! Tang Yan went back to his room angrily and slammed the door. The skewers Zhang Biluo left were for Xing Jing. After waiting all night, he still didn’t eat them!