Chapter 1,659 Keiko

Dingba's butt hurt so much. He rubbed it sadly and limped to the sofa. When he saw it was a single sofa, he couldn't help but get angry. After all, he was also 180cm tall. How could he sleep on it?

"You throw the quilt out for me"

Dingba limped to the door of the room again, trying hard to suppress his anger, and discussed it in a good voice, but the back room didn't move at all, and there was no response. He was so angry that he screamed again.

Miao Tianxiong was almost asleep. Ever since she got pregnant, her spirit was very different. Twenty-four hours a day, she just wished she could sleep for twenty hours. She could fall asleep as soon as she touched the bed, and she was called by Ding Ba's ghost. Miao Tianxiong suddenly became furious when he woke up.

She pulled out the gleaming dagger from under the pillow, rushed to the door with murderous intent, and as soon as she opened the door, she put the dagger in front of Dingba's neck, "If you ask me to kill you again,"

What she hates the most is when someone screams and howls while sleeping, she would have been killed before.

Dingba was so frightened that he didn't dare to move. He begged, "Give me a quilt. The sofa is too small. I can't sleep on it. I have to make a bed on the floor."

"sleep naked"

Miao Tianxiong replied coldly, slammed the door, and yawned several times. She was so damn sleepy that she had no time to get the quilt. It wasn't winter anyway, so she wouldn't freeze to death if she slept naked all night.

Miao Tianxiong returned to bed and shouted outside again, "Scream again and I will cut your tongue."

Ding Ba was so scared that he shut his mouth tightly, his eyes were moist, and he was so wronged that he wanted to cry to Gong Yi now. What the old man found for him was not a wife, but a female King of Hell.

He lay on the floor aggrievedly. It was May, and the night was very cool. The floor was ice cold, and it was cold to the bones. Sleeping like this for a night would definitely cause a serious cold. Dingba had to get up and put the two single sofas together. , half curled up, and fell into a miserable sleep, curled up like a shrimp.

An alley in Pingjiang, a crowded courtyard.

This is an old Shikumen house with a total of four floors. Dozens of families live in it. They are basically people from the bottom of the city. They sell breakfast, shine shoes, repair bicycles, and pour night fragrance. All professions are available.

It was already early in the morning, and most of the houses were still asleep, but a few houses had dim lights on. The old woman who cooked during the day lived in a small room on the first floor. She had already gotten up, wearing an apron. Wearing the hat, the house, although small, is arranged in an orderly manner, and the windows are bright and clean, which is in sharp contrast to the crowded and noisy courtyard.

The old woman is steaming glutinous rice and preparing side dishes. She will sell it for breakfast at dawn. She sells porcelain rice balls, one of the favorite breakfasts of Pingjiang people.

Put half a fried dough stick in the soft and glutinous rice, then put some steamed black pickled vegetables, wrap it in gauze, and squeeze it hard, and a porcelain rice ball is ready. It is economical, affordable, and still enough for the people of Pingjiang. Everyone loves to eat porcelain rice balls.

Keiko later said that what Keiko makes is porcelain rice balls. She has improved it a bit and added many more side dishes. The others all use pickled vegetables. She can fry eggs, fry bacon, and make some side dishes. Plus her stall is clean. Neat, even if it is a cent or two more expensive than others, the business is still booming. A large bucket of glutinous rice can be sold every morning, and the money earned can barely sustain the lives of the two of them.

If Pearl's condition hadn't worsened, she wouldn't have made that dish.

Keiko glanced at her daughter lying on the bed, feeling very worried. She hoped that her daughter could survive this time. If Pearl was gone, she really wouldn't have the courage to support her anymore.

Life without love