Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

Zhang Yue'e was going to call Er Er'er to come to accompany the guests for a drink, but He Junfeng stopped him.

He did not shy away from helping to lay hands on the fire, his tall figure occupies half of the kitchen.

"Auntie, don't drink the wine. The three of us have a casual bite and chat and meet each other."

He smelled the scent of shallots and garlic, and continued to compliment vigorously.

"This smell smells authentic, and the craftsmanship of Haitang can catch up with the chef in a serious restaurant."

Su Haitang was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he sautéed garlic sprouts over a fire.

"We Haitang can do it since we were young." Zhang Yue'e couldn't bear to dry the guests and save the field with a smile.

"Milk, you should call your uncle and uncle to come over. I have something to tell them."

Su Haitang was filled with fire in his heart, not vomiting unhappy. But she didn't want the breast to look embarrassed by the side, so she simply kicked the person away.

Zhang Yuee looked at He Junfeng embarrassedly, frowning and calling out Haitang.

"Go, milk, I won't quarrel with him. Besides, if you don't worry, don't you have to hurry up to rescue the soldiers? It must be my granddaughter who is the one who suffers, right?"

Su Haitang put a soft tone and said coquettishly.

Zhang Yuee saw that her granddaughter was in a mood to make a joke. She scorned her and asked He Junfeng with a smile: "Chief, then I'm going to find my son?"

"Good aunt, I'm causing you trouble."

He Junfeng knew that Su Haitang was "setting the rules" for him, and he refused to cooperate, so he put a fire in the stove, half-rising and smiling.

Zhang Yue'e really left happily.

"You have a good relationship with your grandma." There were only two people left, and the atmosphere instantly froze. He Junfeng picked a safe sentence as an opening remark.

"Your cooking skills were also taught by grandma? It's really good!"

Su Haitang glanced at him, served the plate neatly, and made another egg drop soup in a frying pan.

"Instead, you have to step on the Mazar, stacking the two benches from the age of three, holding the pot and holding the spatula to cook. You have been cooking for fifteen or sixteen years, rain or shine, and even a meal that was picked up by someone, your cooking skills It will be fine too."

"I want to cook at the age of three?" He Junfeng raised his thick eyebrows in disbelief.

A three-year-old child is not as high as a pot, so he has the strength to handle a kitchen knife? Could it be that this kid lied deliberately to make him feel soft?

Su Haitang was too lazy to distinguish the emotions in his tone, and snorted coldly.

"The children of the poor are in their homes early, so who told me to pay my father and not love my mother?"

"Not only do you cook, you have to fold the quilt of the family from the morning, sweep the floor, wipe the table, cook, end the table, wash the table, feed the chickens and feed the pigs, sweep the yard, sweep the street, wash your clothes, go up the mountain to pull the grass and cut the wheat. ."

"Later, I have to see my younger brothers and sisters, feeding and washing diapers, for fear that they will run and fall, and carry them all the time, even if they are sick. Because I don't do these things, I will have all the milk."

"Milk is the hard work of the family and it is tiring enough. Su Jianmin's legs and feet are not good, Liu Lancui's three are delicious and lazy, they raped, slipped and eaten and waited to die, and the milk is distressed for his son, and he does a few people's work alone."

"I feel sorry for the milk, and think that Liu Lancui and the others are really uncomfortable when they pretend to be sick. The milk taught me to be filial, so I rushed to work. But they always take my breath away, beat and scold me three meals a day, plus supper. ."

"I am a dead person. Only I know how much I have suffered, but you don't."

Su Haitang patted the cucumber and garlic vigorously, and served it with salt and vinegar.

"If it weren't for nursing care of these years, I don't think I would live a long life, and I would have been beaten to death by Liu Lancui early."

"I dream every day I want someone to tell me that you are not actually a child of the Su family. When your parents find you, you can live a good life when someone loves you."

She glanced at He Junfeng, whose face was embarrassed, and the corner of her mouth twitched mockingly.

"I've grown up and stopped dreaming of the daydreams I had when I was a kid. Because I have milk, uncles and uncles, I finally grow up safely and can make money on my own. These are not the credit of Su Jianmin's family."

"But you showed up at this time. You didn't come to comfort me and pity me, you just opened your mouth to help you, and you call me shameless. I owe you? The milk is right, I just don't have a relationship with my parents."