Everyone saw the gift in Yue Hongxia's hand, and couldn't help pouting, Ye Qingqing's fiancé had more than a dozen large bags, but Ye Lan's object only bought so little, and the apples looked deflated, and it was estimated that it was the fruit handled by the fruit store.

The neighbors guessed correctly, it was indeed the processed fruit of the fruit store, Yue Hongxia originally just wanted to take a box of mooncakes to the door, but Lu Qingquan felt that it was too shabby, so Yue Hongxia spent two yuan in the fruit store and bought some processed apples.

How to say that it is also a net of fruits, there is face!

"Why are there so many people?" Yue Hongxia was startled by the people in the courtyard.

The old lady's eyes were sharp, and she had already seen the things in Yue Hongxia's hands, if it was in normal times, the old lady would be happy about this thing, as long as she had something to take, but now, ......

With Lu Mo's generous comparison, the old lady couldn't look down on this thing from the bottom of her heart, so she naturally lost her good face.

"Come on, sit in the house!"

In stark contrast to the attitude when she greeted Lu Mo warmly before, the old lady didn't even get up, she sat loudly, just raised her head, and after taking a look, she lowered her head and continued to pluck her hair.

When the neighbors saw that the atmosphere was not right, they all excused themselves and left.

As soon as they got out of the courtyard, several long-tongued women began to gossip.

"Ye Lan's object is not good, the little family is angry, no wonder Ye Xiaomu can't look down on it."

"I can't look down on it, Ye Qingqing's object is more good at being a person, good wine, good tobacco and fruits, and the moon cakes are still from Guanshengyuan, which is not cheap."

"Ye Lan's object doesn't look good, narrow eyebrows and narrow eyes, at first glance, it is a cautious eye, and Ye Lan will have a hard time marrying in the future!"

"It's still Ye Qingqing who is blessed, that object is good-looking and promising, and has a good heart, look at how polite he is to Ye Xiaomu, oops...... We can't compare to Xu Yali, look at how good the son-in-law is found! ”

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The voices of several people became farther and farther away, gradually disappearing, Lu Qingquan and Yue Hongxia were still standing in the courtyard, and the old lady was sitting and plucking her hair, although Yue Hongxia felt uncomfortable, it could be seen that the old lady actually killed the chicken, and she was still very satisfied.

"I love to eat white-cut chicken, I don't like braised chicken, I have to pluck the hair clean!" Yue Hongxia said intentionally.

The old lady glanced at her lightly and sneered, "The old lady plucks her hair like this, it doesn't matter if you eat it or not!" ”

Still white cut?

Think beautifully!

The old lady turned her head and squeezed out a kind smile at Lu Mo, who had not yet entered the house, and her gentle voice made Ye Zhiguo feel terrified, he had lived for more than forty years, and he had never seen his wife so gentle!

"Lu Mo, do you like braised or steamed?"

"It's okay, Qingqing said that Grandma Ye is a good cook, no matter how she cooks, it's delicious." Lu Mo said with a smile, and got a big white eye from Ye Qingqing next to him.

When did she say such unconscionable words?

The old lady's cooking skills...... Speaking of conscience, it's really not good!

Lu Mo lowered his head, patted her head lightly, and gave her a warning look, hoping that this girl would not be a demon moth!

Ye Qingqing rolled her eyes again, she is not a puppy, hum!

The old lady was coaxed by Lu Mo to smile, lifted the plucked chicken, and roared quite imposingly: "Then steam, steamed is nutritious, original, and the chicken juice will be given to you to drink." ”

Ye Zhiguo looked at the old lady in surprise, what's wrong with his wife?

I only saw it once, and he was so good to Lu Mo that he was even willing to give it to chicken juice?

In the past, when steaming chicken, duck and goose at home, there was not much fragrant soup, only one bowl could be obtained, it is said that the essence of a chicken is in the juice, and the old lady is generally for her grandson to drink, and she is reluctant to drink a sip.

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