Spatial Peasant Girl: These Mad Darlings Are Delicate and Gullible

Shopkeeper Liu rolled his eyes more like a wink: "When something goes wrong, it's Sister Liu, and when there's nothing wrong, you become Shopkeeper Liu. If you were a man, you would be a scoundrel who played with the thoughts of my daughter's family!"

Deng Xiaoxiao's disciple said with a serious face: "Nonsense, if I were a man, I could only be a lover who wholeheartedly loves a beauty like Sister Liu! Ahem, here's the thing..."

She walked briskly when she came out of Ruyi Buzhuang. When she saw Rong Yan who came out with Yun Yi, she had some thoughts in her heart. He asked Yun Yi to keep an eye on the old house, so he knew exactly what Aunt Ning was doing in the county town. He was originally worried that Ning Xiaoxiao would be bullied, so he came here to help, but now looking at her expression, it seemed that he had made up his mind.

Not only Second Aunt Ning, but also what Second Uncle Ning did didn't seem to surprise her. Thinking about how she deliberately put eye drops on Second Aunt Ning in front of her father, Rong Yan couldn't hide her smile.

He waved his hand to Yun Yi, who was waiting aside: "That's all, just wait and see what happens." This little girl is not a fool who allows others to bully her. If they help blindly, it will only cause chaos. Just like last time, if Yun Yi hadn't smashed Uncle Ning's pickle jar, he might not have been able to do the business with Tongtian Xianglou from the beginning.

But you still have to keep an eye on them. Rong Yan doesn't think it's overkill for his own guards to target a group of farm men. Yun Yi himself is gearing up and vowing to protect their chef, bah, their neighbor, Miss Ning.

On the day when the sour bamboo shoots from the old house were opened for delivery, Uncle Ning went to "borrow" the cart. Mrs. Ning confidently opened the lid and was about to taste it, when she saw the annoying figure of Ning Xiaoxiao appeared at the door.

Xiaoxiao's face was full of sorrow: "Nai, if you sell these bamboo shoots, what will happen to the livelihood that my family finally found?"

Mrs. Ning sighed hard: "That's your eldest house's business, what does it have to do with me? When you are determined to separate, you should know that you won't be able to occupy any light of our old house in the future!"

Xiaoxiao complained in her heart, if you have the ability, don't even think about taking advantage of our big house, but there was only a stronger look of worry on her face: "But, you can't keep the price so low..." "

Mrs. Ning sat on the pony and crossed her legs proudly: "I'm happy, but can you take care of it? It's really like a carrot and not a bother, a dog meddling in other people's business!"

At this time, Xiaoxiao had already walked up to Mrs. Ning, reaching the point where she could touch the pickle jar with her hand. She lowered her voice and moved closer to Mrs. Ning, blocking the latter's sight with her little head: "But grandma , To be honest, do your sour bamboo shoots really have nothing to do with my family?"

As she spoke, she placed her little hand in the open jar. The top layer of sour bamboo shoots changed in the blink of an eye - that was Xiaoxiao making a rip-off under Mrs. Ning's nose and removing the bamboo shoots from the old house. Replaced with my own.

Mrs. Ning's heart skipped a beat. She didn't notice Xiaoxiao's little movements at all. Of course, if she did, she wouldn't care. She raised her voice and tried to show her guilt with her voice: "What are you talking about? I made these bamboo shoots myself." , it has nothing to do with you, if you mention this again in the future, believe it or not, I will tear your mouth apart!"

Xiaoxiao had already done what she wanted to do, and immediately moved forward with a swish of the dragon's tail, giving up the Thirty-Six Strategies, and never gave Mrs. Ning a chance to meet her.

Before leaving, she smiled slightly and said with unclear meaning: "I hope you can remember what you said today."

Mrs. Ning, who wanted to show off her power, saw her running away and cursed a few words of "bad luck", then picked up some sour bamboo shoots from the pickle jar to taste.

At this time, Uncle Ning also entered the house pushing a cart he borrowed from elsewhere: "Mom, how does it taste?"

Mrs. Ning smacked her lips: "Why, you still can't trust your mother's craftsmanship?"