Spatial Peasant Girl: These Mad Darlings Are Delicate and Gullible

As a cook, eating without hunger is disrespectful to food, but not wasting food is disrespectful to money. Xiaoxiao's expression was serious and firm.

Rong Yan's first reaction was to refuse, but when he looked up and saw the "expected" look in her eyes, he was reluctant to refuse.

Forget it, girls are thin-skinned, so if you refuse in public, it would be embarrassing for her.

Seeing him put the egg into the bowl, Xiaoxiao, who was planning to continue his lobbying next time, smiled and lowered his head to eat the noodles.

The soup made by the noodle stall owner is average in taste, but it is better than the skills accumulated over the years. The noodles are kneaded so strong that they break when the teeth are bitten, but they are not sticky and soft.

Yun Yi discovered that the master had finished all the noodles that tasted quite ordinary today, as well as the eggs.

Naturally, they stopped setting up stalls in the afternoon. A few people returned together. When they were about to get home, the three siblings said goodbye to their neighbors. They each looked at each other, looked up at the sky, and began to adjust their emotions.

So when they got home, what Ning Fengnian and his wife saw were three angry little faces with varying degrees of anger. They were stunned: "What's going on?"

Xiaoxiao finished the story quickly, and Ning Fengnian's face turned dark immediately: "How could the second brother do such a thing!"

After saying that, he put down the half-made bamboo basket and planned to go to the old house to settle the accounts with Uncle Ning, but as soon as he raised his feet, he was grabbed by his daughter.

"Dad, don't go. There's no point in going. My second uncle told me that the bamboo shoots were made by the mother herself and have nothing to do with us. If we come here rashly and we don't get it, he might still hold us accountable." It’s a matter of stealing lessons.”

It’s all nonsense! They watched Xiaoxiao make the sour bamboo shoots by herself. Besides, who in the family doesn’t know about their daughter’s talent in cooking?

Xiaoxiao sighed: "No matter how the old house makes sour bamboo shoots, grandma must have acquiesced in the second uncle selling bamboo shoots now."

Ning Fengnian paused, his expression gradually dimming: "It's useless, dad..."

Xiaoxiao has heard these words countless times, but when she looked at the piles of bamboo weavings in the yard that were much more exquisite than others, and thought about the neat seedlings in the fields at home, she couldn't help but shake her head and sigh: "Dad, I was taken advantage of by the old house." My daughter doesn’t care about anything.”

"But my daughter wants to ask you a question. Suppose one day you have to choose between the old house and our own family. Who would you choose?"

Ning Fengnian was stunned in place, but from today on, he never took care of the rice fields in his old house.

The old man naturally complained about this, especially Mrs. Ning. After cursing "the boss is ungrateful" as usual, she finally remembered what she had done and shut up without saying anything.

Looking at her son, she became more and more satisfied: "My son can still do business, and he took over ten big businesses in one fell swoop. This is an income of more than a thousand yuan. If he can earn like this every month Money, won’t our family soon become rich?”

Second Uncle Ning especially looked down on his mother's appearance, which had never seen the world. He only spent a little more than a tael of silver to make her so happy that she had no future. He rubbed his extremely sore waist and scolded Second Uncle Ning. He said: "You stupid bitch, please be gentle, you hurt me to death!"

Mrs. Ning also scolded her: "That's right, you are a clumsy person. Besides eating, drinking and eating, what else do you do all day long? That woman in the first room can still do her bad embroidery work, how about you?"

Aunt Ning was aggrieved. The head of the family didn't know what happened to him after he came back from the county. He fell and twisted his waist all the way. Her mother-in-law asked him to knead the medicated oil with her. Don't you have to work hard to knead the medicated oil?

However, she also remembered what her mother-in-law said just now. She also knew about the embroidery work sold by her sister-in-law. It was the woman in the village who specialized in collecting small pieces of embroidery work who shouted that the daughter-in-law of the eldest daughter-in-law of the Ning family had her own embroidery work. I have found a big customer, but I am also unwilling to share it with my sisters who do embroidery work with me on weekdays, which shows that I am stingy.

Everyone knows that the old woman is greedy for the copper coins she has not earned, but she is also envious. I heard that my sister-in-law's embroidery can be sold for twenty coins each!

After a few twists and turns in her heart, Aunt Ning casually wiped off the medicinal oil on her clothes and secretly went to the main room.