Chapter 586 Want to Be My Mother?

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Chapter 586 Want to be my mother?

"Okay, when I've dealt with the matter here, I'll take Mrs. Qing there." Gu Chunzhu agreed also readily, but it made Mrs. Qing look at her suspiciously several times, as if Gu Chunzhu had set a trap for her.

Gu Chunzhu didn't care what she thought, just waited for Wang Kun to spit out the money.

Sure enough, after a quarter of an hour, Wang Kun brought someone over with a tray containing silver ingots one by one, and he angrily gestured in front of Gu Chunzhu and said, "I didn't expect this fellow Qiu Da. It's the wolf's ambition, and a small errand to buy has swallowed so much money."

This Qiu Dacai bought some broken silver. How could it be this kind of silver ingot? Gu Chunzhu knew that Wang Kun went back to the room to get it, so she would not hold on to it.

"Oh, I'll trouble Butler Wang to count the money into the storeroom. I'll take this account book back and compare it, and I'll take it back tomorrow." Gu Chunzhu's lips curved into a faint arc, giving him a chance to make up for it.

"Okay." Wang Kun lowered his head and his face was trembling. He thought that Gu Chunzhu wouldn't read it. There were many loopholes in this account book. How much money would it cost to fill it?

Gu Chunzhu ignored him, greeted Mrs. Qing and went out.

There was only a faint pool of blood in the yard where Qiu Da was originally, and the person had been taken out by Wang Kun. Gu Chunzhu frowned and looked at the pile of blood that Wang Kun deliberately left here to disgust himself, "Quickly order someone to clean it up. so as not to attract flies."

"Yes yes yes!" Wang Kun deserved to be very positive.

Gu Chunzhu took Mrs. Qing to Anju Garden. An An was drawing a brush in the room. This time, he painted the courtyard in the county town, with a big rooster, a big black dog, and a jujube red horse.

She was so fascinated by her paintings that she didn't see anyone in the room.

Mrs. Qing bent down and watched it for a while, with a faint smile on her face. Looking at An An's painting, she said softly, "An An's painting is really good, it's really a rustic picture."

Mrs. Qing's voice suddenly sounded, so shocked that An An's brush was heavy, and she drew a black ball.

An An raised her face in dissatisfaction, and looked at Mrs. Qing, who was similar to her, "What are you doing here, you have ruined my painting."

Gu Chunzhu watched Mrs. Qing hit a nail, and thought to herself, An An is a little girl with a small heart. If she wants An An to call her mother willingly, she still has to work hard.

Although she thought so, she was also the hostess of the General's Mansion, even if she came over to make a round, she pointed on the paper, "An'an adds a few more strokes here and it is a cat that has always been black and white, doesn't it look like the next yard? The cat that often comes to our yard to find the little loach to play with?"

"Mother is awesome, that cat still sticks to the little loach, and the little loach bullies her." An An said and wrote a few more strokes on the paper, and a cat with a hunched back and a stretched waist suddenly appeared on the paper.

Mrs. Qing stood aside and felt that she couldn't get into their words. She couldn't understand any little loach, but she could only try to apologize and say with a smile: "An An, you draw a cat, it looks more rustic. "

But Mrs. Qing slapped her ass instead, and An An's brows were tightly knitted, "What a country interest, this is my brother and I's home, as well as my younger brothers and sisters, as well as my grandmother and grandfather."

"Home? How can this beast live under the same roof as people." Mrs. Qing's eyes widened even more. The dogs, cats, and horses drawn by An An were all in the yard.

"Madam, don't talk nonsense if you haven't seen it before. Every family in our place is like this." An An didn't want to talk to Madam Qing anymore. She dried her drawing paper and did her own thing.

"An An, I didn't expect you and Xiao Cheng to live like this..." Mrs. Qing's eyes were red with grievances, and Aunt Bo also handed over the handkerchief in cooperation, and Mrs. Qing wiped it several times under her eyes.

Even Gu Chunzhu wanted to hit her when she saw it. What is this kind of life?

An An turned around directly to face her, opened her mouth and said, "My parents let my brother and I have a good life, to eat well and clothe warmly. Before, my brother and I were thrown away by our biological parents. I've become a beggar who picks up garbage on the road and eats it."

"Don't talk about it, dear boy." Gu Chunzhu looked at Mrs. Qing, who was preaching like An An, and felt ashamed, and went over to touch the two double-spiral buns on her head.

In Mrs. Qing's eyes, this scene was more like An An encouraged by Gu Chunzhu.

She didn't care about her identity anymore, and squeezed Gu Chunzhu aside, Madam Qing clutched her chest, her nose still squeaked: "An An, I am your mother, you Look how much you look like me, good boy, you were born to your mother in October."

Gu Chunzhu was pushed aside, and he could only endure it secretly. Who made An An really climb out of his stomach?

But An An saw Gu Chunzhu being pushed aside. Her big smart eyes rolled around, and then she sat on the chair in the room and looked at Mrs. Qing with a rare smile, "You want to be my mother, right?"

"En." Mrs. Qing nodded, but did not ponder the words carefully.

Then, as soon as she said this, An An jumped off the stool like a little sparrow happily, and then rummaged through the boxes and found a piece of her own clothes. There was a hole somewhere, and she stuffed it into Mrs. Qing. in his hand, "Nah, don't you want to be my mother? Fix my clothes."

"I..." Mrs. Qing looked at the clothes in her hands in embarrassment. Her slender hands only embroidered flowers when she was in her boudoir, and when did she mend her clothes, just thinking about rejecting them, Aunt Bo gently touched her

For a moment, she swallowed her refusal, "Okay then, get me a needle and thread."

The servant quickly brought the needle and thread, and Mrs. Qing took the needle and thread and started to mend the clothes, but the mending clothes are different from embroidery, there is no embroidery stretcher, and the fabric is not good, she originally wanted to embroider something on it. , but ended up embroidering a mess of stitches.

It took half an hour to dismantle and sew, and sew and dismantle, while An An and Gu Chunzhu were working together in the small kitchen to study new dim sum in order to open a vulgar and elegant shop.

"An An, look at the mother to sew it for you." Mrs. Qing handed over the dress to please, and An An took it over without even looking at it.

Mrs. Qing looked like she was waiting for praise, but An An said again, "I want to eat fried spring rolls. You make them for me. My mother used to make them for me."

"Okay, I'll go right now." Mrs. Qing pinched her hands, and she was about to make a mark.

She has never been on the stove, and the oil and salt will wash out her delicate skin. In the past, it was said that the soup that she made for the prince was also what she stood on the stove and watched others make, even if it was her "hand" done.

"But I can't make spring rolls, can Aunt Bo teach me?" Madam Qing said aggrievedly, and Aunt Bo also spoke for her, "Little Princess, please understand that our wife has not made spring rolls, let the old slave come! "

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