Ye Youliang climbed up the pole: "That's right, you are a national cadre when you come out of college, if you let people know that your brother actually squatted on the fence, it is really not good for you." ”

Ye Wenchuan heard this, and he couldn't eat the rice anymore, the big cake was hard and he pulled his throat, the pickle strips could kill a person, this sorghum rice, there was a firewood leaf in it.

After so many years, my mother's unhygienic problem has not changed, and the rice spoon that fell on the ground was wiped with an apron and put back in the basin.

The picture that Ye Wenchuan can't forget for so many years is that once he cooked dumplings, Jiao Meihua was in a hurry, and couldn't find the rice spoon, so she directly plucked a bud rice straw from the ground and stirred it in the pot.

Every time he thought about it, he still felt sick to his stomach.

This house is not cleaned up all year round, when did I save a pile of clothes, I really have no clothes to wear, and then wash them, and I would rather squat under the wall with those old ladies at that time.

Look at the old Leng family, inside and outside the house, it is clean and neat at any time, even if it is the same big cake and pickle strips, the ones made by Chen Baishuang are delicious.

This point is not even comparable to Tian Juying, who claims to be clean and neat.

The chopsticks were placed on the table, and the flatbread was placed back on the plate.

"I'll think of another way." Ye Wenchuan rubbed his forehead and said.

As soon as he said this, Ye Youliang and Jiao Meihua were in the middle of it, and Jiao Meihua was indispensable to praise him again, and Ye Youliang followed suit.

In the past, Ye Wenchuan would only feel a full sense of superiority when he heard this, but today's Ye Wenchuan heard this, and he didn't know what was going on, why did he feel so troubled.

Looking at his parents' lips one by one, he suddenly thought of Leng Qingzhu.

Leng Qingzhu would often praise him, but those words never disgusted him, because he knew that Leng Qingzhu never disdained to disguise, her words, her eyes, and even her every move were the most real.

She really worships him, believes in him, and can give everything for him.

But now, those worship and persuasion are given to others.

This made Ye Wenchuan's heart swell with a strong unwillingness again.

Jiao Meihua ate a big cake, drank a bowl of sorghum rice rice, put down the chopsticks, and saw that her son still didn't eat, knowing that he couldn't eat the meal at home, and she didn't care, she was more concerned about something else than whether her son ate or not.

"Son, Cheng Qingshu is making trouble like this now, you definitely can't ask her, even if she comes back, you have to draw a line with her, you know!"

"Yes." Needless to say from his mother, Ye Wenchuan also knew what he should do.

"Then, what are you going to do over there?"

"Qingzhu's ......" Ye Wenchuan thought for a while and said, "Don't worry, I have an idea." ”

"If you have an idea, I'm afraid you won't be in a hurry, don't you know that in the past two days, the person surnamed Fu has been sticking with Leng Qingzhu." Jiao Meihua is still not at ease.

"That's not afraid, Mom, have you forgotten why the original surname Fu suddenly left?"

……

This is the first time he has been alone with Leng Qingzhu in the real sense, Fu Yingshao looked at his wrist being pulled, and his palms clenched into fists were full of sweat.

Obviously, I had already thought of all the situational dialogues last night.

What to say on the road, what to say when you get to the mountains, and what to say on the way back.

Everything was designed to perfection, and the scene was even more perfect than I had imagined last night.

Fu Yingshao opened his mouth and stopped Leng Qingzhu.