Chapter 2029 Governor, Come and Farm with Me! (39)

Seeing that Su Qiao was gone, Mrs. Liu greeted her daughter: "Erni, go wash the clothes, don't bother your brother, let him make things for Dani."

Erni stomped her feet: "You all get used to her!"

Hmph, who is their pro-daughter, pro-sister?

Erni angrily turned around with the wooden basin and entered the house.

"This child..."

Liu Shi shook his head helplessly, turned around and entered the kitchen.

After a while, he took a bowl of corn grits and a plate of pickled yellow to Su Qiao's house.

"Second aunt, why did you bring it back to me? I'll just eat it myself."

Su Qiao was sitting at the wooden table, thinking about the tooth powder, when she saw her coming, she quickly got up and took the bowl in her hand.

"It's okay, Second Aunt is not busy, you can eat quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold."

Saying that, Mrs. Liu took it out of her arms, took out a wowtou wrapped in palm leaves, and put it on the table in front of her:

"Eat more, and the body will recover faster. Second Aunt is busy, and will come to collect the bowls later."

Su Qiao didn't notice anything unusual: "Well, good."

After Liu Shi left, 444 looked at the host who was eating deliciously, and couldn't help but pouted.

【You are quite delicious. 】

"Why, do you want to eat too?"

Su Qiao was so hungry that her chest was on her back, let alone corn grits and salted cucumbers, she could eat cold sweet potatoes happily.

[Old Su's family has no rules about eating breakfast. Except for three meals when doing farm work, they always eat two meals at other times. 】

[And your wowotou, your second aunt dug out from her ration last night, and has been hiding it, ready to give it to you in the morning. 】

Su Qiao stared at the cold and hard wowtou in her hand, unable to eat anymore.

She eats breakfast alone in the whole family, even this wowotou is...

In my memory, when the old lady distributed food, it was always the least for the second room and the second aunt.

Su Qiao guessed that she had never eaten enough.

But she still remembered her niece who was not very respectful to them on weekdays.

Even the original mother, Zhou Lihua, couldn't do this.

"By the way, she made me breakfast, does the old lady know?"

But don't make her scolded again.

[The matter of breakfast was ordered by the old lady. She asked your second aunt to make the old man's breakfast and get you a copy by the way. 】

That's it.

Su Qiao didn't want to involve her second aunt because of herself.

[Alas, this honest person is easy to bully. 】

[Tell me about your mother, you are injured, and you have to grab a chicken leg from you. After grabbing the chicken leg, you are still not satisfied, and you are still staring at the few pieces of meat in your bowl.

Look at your second aunt again, this is called no comparison, no harm! 】

Fincho rolled his eyes: "What can I do? Who made her the real mother?"

You can't lose it, don't you admit it?

Fortunately, although Zhou Lihua was a little lazy and a little bit selfish, she wasn't the kind of really vicious person.

Otherwise, she will have more headaches.

【Too. 】

444 also felt a little helpless when he thought of Zhou Lihua's wrangling skills.

Such people are still their own relatives. They can't beat them, and they can't scold them. They really don't know what to do.

In this era, filial piety is very important.

They believe that there are no wrong parents and no wrong elders in the world.

No matter what happens to the parents and elders, as the younger generation, you can't say that your parents are not, let alone beat and scold your parents, otherwise you will be filial and will be scolded and besieged by everyone.

"Don't think about it so much, quickly check if there is a recipe for toothpaste in your system. I'll study it and improve it."

There is a toothbrush, but no toothpaste, it is useless, her yellow teeth still can't be cured.

Su Qiao decided to use the materials contained in modern toothpastes and replace them with the materials of this era.

Two more chapters at eight or nine o'clock in the evening.

Suddenly I want to write a plane about the battle of the palace harem.