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"Dad, it's hard work at work today. You go wash your hands first, I'll be ready soon." Ningmeng said in a very brisk tone.

"Yeah." Bai Zemin responded subconsciously, but after speaking, a look of annoyance flashed across his eyes.

Does the daughter feel that his father is too cold?

Bai Zemin glanced at Ningmeng again before turning around to go to the bathroom. After moving the goods for a day, his whole body was dirty. Not only did he need to wash his hands, but he also had to change his clothes.

Ning Meng moved quickly, and after putting the dishes on the plate, she carried them out.

When Bai Zemin came out, the food and dishes were already on the table, just waiting for him to eat.

But Bai Zemin didn't sit down to eat, but spoke to Ningmeng and said, "Your mother didn't bring any food at the stall today. I'll pretend some and send it to her first."

"No, Dad, you sit down and eat. Mom's put it in my lunch box. I will send it to her as soon as I eat it." Ningmeng said, randomly choosing a place to sit down, seemingly afraid of Bai Zemin Disagreement, Ningmeng said: "I eat very fast, and I want to see my mother too."

Ningmeng raised her head and looked at Bai Zemin expectantly.

Being watched by her daughter like this, Bai Zemin felt dizzy. Not to mention delivering food, even if Ningmeng wanted the stars in the sky, Bai Zemin would work hard to get them for her.

When Bai Zemin reacted, he was already sitting opposite Ningmeng with chopsticks in his hand and a bowl of rice in front of him.

The rice in the bowl was served by Ningmeng.

After Bai Zemin had the first bite of the dish, his eyes widened.

He never knew that his daughter is so good at cooking!

But after thinking of why Bai Ningmeng's cooking skills are so good, Bai Zemin's heart is instantly not happy.

The character of the second elder in the country, as a son, could not be clearer. The older generation still adheres to the concept of patriarchal patriarchal, and the elders have to take care of the two elder brothers in addition to Bai Ningmeng's two sons.

In fact, after a second thought, I know that my daughter must have suffered a lot over the years.

Otherwise, how come the food made at a young age is so delicious.

But after all, it's all to blame for his inability as a father.

If he has the ability to make a lot of money, if he can give the two mothers and daughters a better life, Bai Ningmeng doesn’t have to be fostered in the countryside and grew up with his grandparents, and Hao Qiulan doesn’t have to set up a stall every day fortunately. Up.

One meal, Bai Zemin felt guilty again and again, and his eyes were full of tears.

But the expression on Bai Zemin's face is still serious, and the little active emotions in his heart will not show up on his face at all, so Ning Meng naturally doesn't know that Bai Zemin will fill his brain with a meal. So much.

Lemon Meng eats quickly.

"Dad, I'm done, you eat slowly." Ningmeng got up and put the bowl into the kitchen.

Bai Zemin was moving, and there were many things in his heart that he wanted to say to Ningmeng, but he opened his mouth, and what he really said was an extremely cold "um".

Seeing Ningmeng carrying the insulated lunch box from the back, Bai Zemin's eyes once again flashed an annoyed look.

Ningmeng didn't know Bai Zemin's active mind.

After leaving the door, Ningmeng came out of the small alley and walked along the big street.

Hao Qiulan sells breakfast at the entrance of the school during the day, and sets up a night stand at night, selling balloons and toys in the square.

Once during a Sunday holiday, Bai Ningmeng helped Hao Qiulan bring things over, so after Ningmeng integrated her memory, she also knew where Hao Qiulan set up the stall.

The square is very big and lively, with a lot of people.

Ningmeng searched for a while before seeing Hao Qiulan.

Hao Qiulan was sitting on a folding stool, thin and thin. There were a lot of people passing by in front of her small stall, but none of them were shopping.

"Mom." Ningmeng walked over, squatted down beside Hao Qiulan, and handed her the insulated lunch box in her hand: "I'm here to bring you food."

As soon as she saw Ningmeng, Hao Qiulan was taken aback for a moment, and then she said: "Why are you here to deliver food? How about your dad? Next time I don't have to deliver food to me. It's a waste of time. Why not read two more books at home.

Hao Qiulan's tone is very bad. If it was the previous Bai Ningmeng, she would definitely feel sad in her heart.

But Ningmeng didn't listen. Although Hao Qiulan's tone was not too good, Ningmeng still heard the concern in her words.

When Bai Ningmeng wanted to do some housework at home, Hao Qiulan also said this in this tone.

Bai Ningmeng felt very sad when she heard that, thinking that Hao Qiulan didn't like her.

But in fact, Ningmeng is now standing from the perspective of a bystander, and you can see that Hao Qiulan doesn't dislike Bai Ningmeng, on the contrary, she loves her daughter very much.

Like Bai Zemin, she has always felt a little guilty about keeping Bai Ning Meng in the countryside for more than ten years, but she doesn't know how to repair the relationship between mother and daughter after so many years, so she has to be fierce every time. Let Bai Ningmeng go to read, not allow her to do the slightest housework.

In fact, she was reluctant to do housework and wanted to give her more rest.

Ningmeng squatted next to Hao Qiulan and said with a smile: "I have already finished the homework assigned in school by the end of get out of class, and our teacher said that we can’t read it with a book every day. We need to combine work and rest, and more when I’m fine. Come out for a walk, relax, and tomorrow is Saturday, it’s a holiday."

Ningmeng's gentle talk made Hao Qiulan a little uncomfortable. She was holding the insulated lunch box, and her voice had eased: "Then you can just walk around. Do you have any money?"

Hao Qiulan lowered her head to pay for her pocket.

"No, I still have money, and I don't want to go shopping. It's good to have a look here." Ningmeng said, but Hao Qiulan had already taken out the money, and the action was forced into Ningmeng's hands: " If you hold it, you can hold it. Such a big person always needs some money with him."

"Thank you mom." Ningmeng grabbed the money in her hand, did not refuse, and accepted it with a smile.

At exactly this time, a child led an adult over, and pointed his finger at Hao Qiulan's booth, apparently because of something on Hao Qiulan's booth.

Ningmeng got up before Hao Qiulan and walked over with a smile.

Hao Qiulan saw that Ningmeng could handle it alone, so she followed her, but when Ningmeng turned around to ask her for the price, Hao Qiulan answered her mouth.

Open the lid of the lunch box, and the strong aroma of the meal instantly floated out.

After Hao Qiulan ate the first bite of the meal, she knew immediately that this was not what Bai Zemin had cooked.

And there are only three people in the family with her. If it's not Bai Zemin, who made this dish, it goes without saying.

Hao Qiulan glanced at Ningmeng's thin and fragile back, swallowed the delicious food in her mouth, and lowered her head to cover up the water glow in her eyes.