The Peasant Wife Has a Space

"Sister-in-law, why don't you take advantage of it? Since the two of us are friends, don't say these kind words. Hurry up and eat it. It tastes better when it's hot, but it won't taste good when it's cold." Zhao Xiulan smiled slightly and let Yang Shumin felt even more warm in her heart.

"Well, Sister Xiulan, I'll eat it!"

Yang Shumin took a bite of the big meat bun, and the delicious soup flowed into her mouth, the taste was indescribably good.

"Sister Xiulan, this big meat bun tastes so good and fragrant! It doesn't look like you bought it, did you make it yourself?"

"Well, yes, I did it myself." Zhao Xiulan said nonsense.

Such delicious big meat buns can't be bought in state-run restaurants these days. If she bought them, it's easy to reveal the filling.

"No wonder, I just said why it's so fragrant and delicious, sister Xiulan, your flour is so good, and the buns are white and soft!"

Not only is the meat filling delicious, but the noodles are also delicious.

The two said, Yang Shumin had already eaten a big meat bun, and there was still some aftertaste.

She was very satisfied to be able to eat such a meat bun, but she didn't ask for more.

And a big piece of meat was wrapped in the stomach, and the stomach has been padded, and most of the hunger has disappeared.

Zhao Xiulan also ate a big meat bun herself. She didn't have much appetite at first. After eating such a big meat bun, her stomach was full now.

The two of them lined up and chatted together.

The content of the conversation is nothing more than life and work.

During Zhao Xiulan's chat with Yang Shumin, she could feel that her three views are relatively positive. It's right to have more contacts with such people, and she is much stronger than those wonderful people in the compound.

The two lined up for a while, and before it was their turn, Zhao Xiulan's legs were a little sore. Just when she was about to reach out and beat her legs a few times, she heard some noise in front of her.

It's someone else's shouting.

When Zhao Xiulan saw it, she saw an acquaintance.

It was Qian Dani.

Qian Dani was a long way in front of them. At this time, she was arguing with a woman in her forties with red ears.

"Why are you so shameless? Everyone is queuing up, why did you jump in?" The woman shouted at Qian Dani with spittle all over her mouth and a sturdy look.

Zhao Xiulan glanced at her, and at first glance, this woman was not easy to mess with, she was very mean, and she was not a master who would suffer.

For someone like Qian Dani, if they have a good temper, they will definitely suffer.

The wicked have their own grind. Sometimes you are too weak and easy to talk, and you are easily bullied. You have to let this tough guy rule Qian Dani.

Seeing someone quarreling with Qian Dani, Zhao Xiulan was instantly refreshed, he smiled and said to Yang Shumin, "Sister-in-law, look quickly, there is a lot of fun to watch!"

Seeing Zhao Xiulan's "black belly" appearance, Yang Shumin couldn't help feeling a little cute.

Yang Shumin also followed the source and looked over to see what was going on.

Faced with the woman's angry questioning, Yang Dani replied angrily, "Why did I cut the queue? I obviously didn't cut the queue, didn't I see that I had already taken a seat with a basket? Now I'm at my own place. Waiting in line, why is it cutting the line?"

Yang Dani also put her hands on her hips, aggressively reasoning with the woman who said her.

"Hehe, you throw a basket on the ground and say you're queuing up? Then what are you doing standing in line here? Bring something over in advance, isn't it easier?"