"Eat all the good ones for me?"

Jiang Yi just finished eating, put down his chopsticks when he heard the words, glanced at the table first, and then looked up and said with a smile:

"Didn't you put all the meat you bought for my sister and put it up until she could eat it, Mom, which one did you say better? Is it this porridge, or is it cucumber and potato? ”

"You!"

Qian Yulan didn't expect the dead girl to dare to talk back, so she slapped the table angrily, "What's the matter, you still dislike it, some of them are good to eat, do you earn me a grain of rice or a vegetable, don't eat it if you don't like it, I'm really used to you, and I will be disgusted by you when I cook for you." ”

"Okay, why do you say Xiaoman?"

Jiang Jianjun was not in a good mood, and when he heard his wife say that Xiaoman couldn't earn a grain of rice, he hurriedly interrupted.

"Jianjun, you're also angry with this little beast, aren't you, Jiayin is like this, I'm so anxious that I can't eat, you're good, still have time to talk to me here?"

"Why didn't I see how anxious you are, if you are really in a hurry, you should hurry up and cook some mung bean soup for Jiayin, so that she can drink it to dispel the heat, which is much stronger than you arguing here."

"I know it's noisy all day long, the roof is going to call you to quarrel, the child has an exam tomorrow, and you still don't let her rest at ease?!"

Jiang Jianjun was also angry, and stood up directly after dropping his chopsticks.

Before going out, I couldn't help but glance at my little daughter again,

Xiaoman's idea is getting bigger and bigger, especially the matter of the kelp that he has been asking him just now, which made his heart, which has calmed him for more than ten years, suddenly make waves again.

Jiang Jianjun took a deep breath.

It seems that those letters are really going to be put in a different place, and Qian Yulan probably won't think about reading them, but Xiaoman, this kid, always makes him feel uneasy.

Jiang Yi noticed that there seemed to be a gaze falling on her, so he raised his head.

only to see that her father had turned around and gone out the door.

"Tidy up the table."

After Qian Yulan finished speaking, she hurriedly walked to the kitchen.

I was reminded by my husband that she should hurry up and make mung bean soup, make more, and let Jiayin bring a pot when she goes to the exam tomorrow, so that if the classroom is too hot, she will take a sip, and the teacher will not let her drink it.

After taking two steps, I found that Jiang Yi had also come out, and I couldn't help but say angrily: "Didn't you hear that you were asked to pick up the bowl, I was going to cook mung bean soup for your sister, I knew how to eat it every day, and I didn't do any work, what use do I want from you?" ”

"You don't cook it for me, why do you tell me so much?"

Jiang Yi didn't reply, threw down a sentence, and went out for a walk directly past Qian Yu.

Qian Yulan was so angry that her hands trembled.

If it weren't for the fact that cooking soup for her eldest daughter was more important, she really wanted to catch up and kill that little brute!

Jiang Yi didn't eat much at night, so he just drank a bowl of porridge with Qian Yulan's fried shredded potatoes.

If she fried it herself, she would definitely add more vinegar and some green peppers, and it would be crispy, and she would not be willing to eat a meal made of soft noodles.

Fortunately, she ate the fish that Zhou Tingyuan got for her at noon, plus the eggs and milk in the morning, which was better than not being able to catch any oil and water at home before.

But pinching her little arm, Jiang Yi felt that it would be nice if she could have a kitchen to cook by herself, and she could do whatever she wanted to eat for three meals a day.

Jiang Jiayin was standing in the courtyard, watching Jiang Yi's footsteps pass by her briskly, as if she didn't exist, her face sank suddenly.