Chapter 790: Pitch (15)

Blue Mandala: Pitch (Varu Araan)

（15）

"Gua Po Niang, why do you write everything (⊙o⊙)!"

I thought it was my husband who started the conversation with another number, but I didn't expect it to be Qing'er who had not been seen for a long time.

- Where are you?

- Confidentiality!

――When will you be back?

――Indefinitely.

――Do you still have the leisure to read books on the Internet?

- What kind of book are you, the whole stream of consciousness.

- Huh. Unbelief?

- Ghost Believe. You jump off the wall and try, no one cares about you!

――I don't want anyone to take care of me, I just don't have to be tired to buy groceries and cook.

――Aren't you just going to buy vegetables and cook? As for getting a divorce?

――I want to have long nails like you, make them crystal, and then go to the "Very 6+1" to do a peacock dance.

- No, if you don't do that pouting peacock dance, people will know that you are calling Chun.

――Don't you say that no one cares?

-- Who said that someone would take care of the one who called the spring? Just because it was called spring, people didn't take care of it.

- I'm not called Spring, I'm called Zhu, Belly Zhu's Zhu. People call Chun, big names, college students all say, "Brother Xinchun, don't fail the course!".

I thought to myself, shouldn't she call Chun and no one cares? What is the use of a poor 40-year-old woman, whose eyebrows are about to fall out, and who is running around the world to find men? A good man is the one who goes to find a good woman raised in a deep boudoir by himself, and it is impossible for him to fall in love with a prodigal girl who shows her head. What's the use of finding more than a good man? It's not that you can't get a man and a woman.

Having said that, how could she have long nails and carry a small bag to fly in and out of luxury hotels and high-end clubs, not like me, cut her nails and smooth them, for fear of hurting the child.

Life is a one-way street, if you choose one, you have to give up all other possible paths, maybe she is aggrieved by my choice, I am also puzzled by her choice, people seem to have completely forgotten that women are the main body of inheritance.

I remember I said that if the baby born to the grey carrier pigeon had white feathers, it was a good thing that the white "owl" did, and one of them really had white feathers.

Now, the third litter has not yet come out of the wooden box, and the grey hen is lying in the nest again. It seems that if you don't wait for the third child to eat independently, you have to start hatching the fourth child, and you can't send it back to Brother Tian's house. I'm dizzy.

I found out that the pigeons were grabbing chicken feed to eat, and my husband said that the feed was much cheaper than the pigeon food mixed with corn, wheat and various beans, and the chickens did not eat corn and liked to eat feed, so they fought with the pigeons for food. This is not a good sign, are there any addictive additives in the chick feed?

If so, you can't buy it cheaply, or change it to cornmeal mixed with vegetable leaves to feed the chickens.

My husband obediently got up early to pick vegetable leaves, and said that now many aunts are sitting by the garbage heap to pick them, so he has to fill a sack indiscriminately.

When I saw it, it was all radish cherry blossoms, which would be made into a special kind of sauerkraut in the high mountains of our hometown, dried immediately after blanching, and put a little flavor to relieve greasy and help digestion when cooking meat, especially boiled bacon is more delicious.

But only under the bright winter sun of the plateau at an altitude of more than 2,000 meters can the pure sour taste be revealed.