Rebirth 90s: Hot Wife Chases Husband

Ding Ba's buttocks hurt so much, he rubbed it sadly, and limped to the sofa. Seeing that it was a single-seat sofa, he couldn't help but get angry. He was also 180 tall, how could he sleep?

"You throw me the quilt and come out"

Ding Ba limped to the door of the room again, tried his best to suppress his anger, and discussed in a good voice, but the back room didn't move at all, and there was no response. He shouted again in anger.

Miao Tianxiong is already falling asleep. Since she became pregnant, her spirit has changed a lot. Before she was 24 hours a day, she only hated being able to sleep for 20 hours. As soon as she touched the bed, she fell asleep and was called by Ding Ba's ghost. When he woke up, Miao Tianxiong was instantly furious.

She took out the cold dagger from under the pillow and rushed to the door with murderous aura. As soon as she opened the door, she held the dagger in front of Ding Ba's neck, "Tell me to kill you again."

What I hate the most is when someone screams and howls while sleeping, she would have been slaughtered long ago.

Ding Ba was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, and begged: "Give me a quilt, the sofa is too small, I can't sleep, so I have to make a floor."

"Sleep Naked"

Miao Tianxiong replied coldly, slammed the door, and yawned several times in a row. His mother was sleepy to death, and he had no time to pick up the quilt. Anyway, it was not winter, and he wouldn't freeze to death if he slept naked all night.

Miao Tianxiong, who returned to the bed, shouted outside again, "Shout again and I'll cut your tongue!"

Ding Ba was so frightened that he closed his mouth tightly, his eyes were wet, and he was so wronged that he wanted to find Gong Yi to cry. The old man found him a daughter-in-law, a female king of hell.

He was lying on the floor aggrieved. It was May. It was very cold at night. The floor was icy cold, and it was cold to the bones. It would definitely be a serious cold to sleep in this way. Ding Ba had to get up and put the two single sofas together. , Half curled up, fell asleep aggrievedly, curled up like shrimp.

A certain alley in Pingjiang, a crowded courtyard.

This is an old Shikumen house with a total of four floors. There are dozens of families living in it. Basically, they are all people from the bottom of the city. They sell breakfast, shine shoes, repair bicycles, and drink incense at night. occupations have.

It was early in the morning, most of the people were still sleeping, but there were a few houses with dim lights on. The old woman who cooked during the day lived in a small room on the first floor. She was already up, wearing an apron. Putting on the hat, although the house is small, it is well-organized, and the windows are bright and clean, in sharp contrast to the crowded and noisy courtyard.

The old woman is steaming glutinous rice and preparing side dishes. As soon as the sun rises, she will launch it to sell breakfast. She sells porcelain rice balls, one of the favorite breakfasts of Pingjiang people.

Put half a fried dough stick in the soft glutinous rice, and then put some steamed plum dried vegetables, wrap it in gauze, and squeeze it hard, a solid rice ball is ready, economical and affordable, and the people in Pingjiang Everyone loves porcelain rice balls.

Keiko later said that what Keiko made was porcelain rice balls. She improved it a bit and added a lot of side dishes. The others were dried plums. She could fry eggs, fry bacon, and make some side dishes. In addition, her booth was clean. Neat, even if it is a cent or two more expensive than others, the business is still booming. Every morning, a large bucket of glutinous rice can be sold, and the money earned can barely sustain their mothers’ lives.

If it wasn't for Pearl's condition getting worse, she wouldn't cook that dish.

Keiko looked at her daughter who was lying on the bed, and was very worried. She hoped that her daughter would survive this time. If Pearl is gone, she really doesn't have the courage to support her any longer.

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