was pointed out by Zongli that the opening of the exposed cotton was too neat, and the old lady of Zong reflexively looked down at the position where she cut it, and pulled it with her hand to cover it: "Where is it neat?" This look is torn! ”

"That's right......" Zongli nodded, "It's torn, but the cloth is a little strong when it is torn, and it can't be torn anymore, so I have to use scissors to rub it out again, right?" ”

"How can it not be torn?" The old lady Zong pulled hard as she spoke, but she didn't pull the mouth bigger after pulling it several times, so she said forcefully, "I'm old and strong, and Zongsen has a lot of strength, and I tear it open as soon as I pull it, don't believe it, you try to pull it?" ”

"Hehe......" Zong Li looked at the old lady who opened his eyes and said nonsense funny, "You go out, shout a voice, let everyone come and see your padded jacket, whether it is torn by hand or cut with scissors, if three out of ten people say that you are torn by hand, I will treat you as if what you said is true, okay?" ”

"Dali, the ugliness of the family should not be publicized, why do you still have to publicize it?" Old Mrs. Zong wiped a handful of non-existent tears as she spoke, "Your mother and I have fallen to this point, don't you feel distressed?"

Besides, I am also the mother who gave birth to you and raised you, even if I prefer your brother later, isn't it because he is a small one, which mother is not biased towards the small?

Actually, it can't be said that you are biased towards the small, when you were young, your mother was also biased towards you, and there were delicious foods at home, all of which were kept for you, and your sister only had the share of watching......"

Zong Li interrupted the energetic old lady Zong: "Mother, do you think that my brain was not good when I was young, so what you say at this time is what?"

When I was young, our family was poor, so when you were cooking, you would always cook all kinds of delicious food for yourself under the pot, such as noodles and sticks, roasted sweet potatoes, baked potatoes, .......

Sometimes you can't eat it after baking, so you hide it behind the noodle urn, and later with Zong Sen, this kind of small stove has become the privilege of you and Zong Sen, and occasionally, Zong Yan can also follow a little light.

So mother, if you say this to Zongsen Zongyan, I can still trust it, tell me, don't you think it's ridiculous? Since I was a child, I can remember how many times you have smiled at me, and now you are making up this kind of nonsense, hehe......"

"Dali, you have no conscience, you are a big man, and you are still greedy for that stutter?" Mrs. Zong covered her face and howled, "What kind of sin have I done, God wants to do this to me, sons and sons are not filial, men and men have no conscience......"

This is really a typical fall into the well and have to find a dry place for herself, obviously the previous words were said by herself, but after being exposed, it became someone else's fault.

What does it mean to covet the one who stutters?

Zongli looked at his wife speechlessly, if a person had the right to choose to be born, he would rather live a poor and miserable life than choose this kind of person to be his mother.

"The last time you came to make trouble, we all said it very clearly, I gave what should be given, I did what should be done, you are willing to give your share to Zong Sen, that's your business, I don't interfere, but don't run in front of me to make up these Li Ge stunned."

Zong Li said as he brought the dumplings in front of him to the small porcelain basin, "Today is Xiao Nian, I won't let you go back empty-handed, but I have ugly words ahead, if you come to play this kind of scoundrel next time, even if you are my mother, I will not be polite." ”