Before I finished shopping, I saw a soldier brother in a military uniform, looking around.

Zhang Ruolin took Wu Zimei to recognize the door, left the prisoner, and left in a car, just wait for someone to send the prisoner's clothes over.

The prisoner looked at the courtyard, "Godmother, are you living here now?"

Zhang Ruolin smiled and closed the door of the courtyard and said "um".

"It's so small, godmother, why do you want to come out and live here if you don't live in such a big place in the house?"

Zhang Ruolin looked at the prisoner and sighed in her heart, she also knew that the prisoner was a girl, and she still regarded her as her own mother, "Prisoner, you will understand when you are a little older." ”

The prisoner let out an "oh".

He took the key and opened the door to the hall.

Zhang Ruolin put the key in the cloth bag and hung it on the nail behind the door, "Come in! ”

The prisoner ran in as fast as he could.

"Be careful with the door, don't climb it. ”

"It's okay, godmother, I'm thirsty and need water. ”

Zhang Ruolin pushed open the door of the room and glanced at it, there were some inappropriate things, even if they were taken out, they would be cleaned up, but they were afraid that they were a little negligent, although they were a child who didn't understand anything.

But the more children they are, the more they need to pay attention sometimes, because they can't hide the words in their mouths at all, and sometimes they jump out a little, and then it's really troublesome.

"Come in and drink water, and in the morning, my godmother boiled mung bean soup. ”

Zhang Ruolin twisted the water bottle and poured some hot water into the small enamel teacup, scalded the teacup, picked up the oversized enamel teacup, and poured some mung bean soup into it.

Looking at the prisoner who was sitting on the small sofa and writhing, Zhang Ruolin smiled and handed her the teacup, "Drink it! Drink it slowly, it's okay to drink it when you're done." ”

The prisoner said "um", "Godmother, this chair is so comfortable to sit on, much more comfortable than the chair in the house." ”

Zhang Ruolin turned the switch of the electric fan, sat on the bed, and looked at the prisoner who was holding a teacup in both hands and drinking mung bean soup, "Don't drink too quickly, be careful of choking." ”

"Godmother, I'm an adult, not the child I used to be. ”

"Yes! You're an adult. By the way, prisoner, where's your father?"

"Dad went back again, he went back to work, because he had to work every day, and it was inconvenient to carry prisoners, so he sent prisoners back. Fortunately, the prisoner was sent back, otherwise the prisoner would not have known that his godmother had also returned. ”

Zhang Ruolin let out an "oh", "Prisoner, have you been to school this year?"

"I'm in school, and the prisoners are in the second grade in the second half of this year. ”

Zhang Ruolin let out an "oh".

The prisoner put down the teacup, slid off the sofa, ran to Zhang Ruolin, and lay on her lap, "Godmother, you hug me." ”

"Do you want to hug it when you're so old?"

"I want a hug. ”

Zhang Ruolin reached out and picked up the prisoner, took off her leather sandals, and put them on the bed, "It's too hot, let my godmother cool down for a while." ”

The prisoner nodded, lay down, put his head on Zhang Ruolin's lap, and stared at Zhang Ruolin.

After about an hour and a half, the soldier brother from before drove over again and brought prisoners' clothes and some messy things such as rice and noodles.

The prisoner's family didn't come, Zhang Ruolin also knew what she said, the old lady knew what she meant, after all, she was so old and ate more salt than she ate rice, how could she not know that she really meant that she didn't want to have too much contact with them, except for the prisoners.

Although this "misunderstanding" has been solved, after all, looking like their daughter-in-law is an embarrassing thing, and of course she can't be blamed for her appearance.

However, Zhang Ruolin is a little curious, the prisoner's grandmother and the original owner's mother really look very similar, are they long-lost sisters?

Zhang Ruolin felt that maybe there was really this possibility, the original owner's mother had never mentioned her mother's family to the original owner, and the memory left by the original owner was that Zhao Laogen suddenly took the original owner to the village.

Thinking about it, Zhang Ruolin shook her head slightly, anyway, she didn't have anything to do with her, even if the original mother and the prisoner's grandmother were sisters, she wouldn't say it, and she didn't have the slightest relationship with her at all.

Besides, maybe they look similar, there are too many people who look similar in this world, just like Sun Li and Jiang Qinqin, Wang Leehom and whoever they are, it's normal to be similar.

The original owner inherited her mother's appearance, and the prisoner's mother inherited her mother's appearance, so it is very normal for these two people to be similar.

Zhang Ruolin wrung out the coal stove, although it took a few days to live in, but the coal stove was always useless, and a person in the kitchen of the space could just copy two dishes and solve it.

"Prisoner, go back to the house and stay, the yard is hot, and my godmother is cooking. ”

"I'm with my godmother. ”

Zhang Ruolin looked at the prisoner who was squatting on the side with his chin in his hands, and said with a smile: "Godmother won't run away, what are you doing with Godmother? Go to stay in the house, if you get tanned, you will become ugly." ”

"Prisoners don't tan, prisoners don't tan. ”

"Isn't it hot?"

"It's not hot. ”

Zhang Ruolin put a briquette into the coal stove, twisted the coal stove back to the kitchen, put the coal stove on the table, and deliberately asked the bricklayer master to build a small table, saving him from bending over for cooking and being tired to death.

"Prisoner, what do you want to eat at noon?"

"Godmother, can I not eat, I'm not hungry. ”

"That's not good, you can't be hungry or you can't eat. ”

The prisoner pouted and said with a face full of grievances: "But I'm really not hungry at all." ”

"You have to eat if you're not hungry. ”

"Whatever! What my godmother does, what I eat. ”

Zhang Ruolin said "hey", she didn't know what to eat, the weather was hot, and she had no appetite at all.

Put the iron pot on the top of the coal stove, take a scoop of water and rinse it, put some oil in it, Zhang Ruolin took a soup spoon and dug a spoonful of bean paste and put it in the oil pot, and simply stir-fried it and put it in a big bowl.

Scooped a large scoop of water, put it in the pot, and covered the pot.

Take a sausage out of the basket, cut it into thin slices, wait until the water is boiling and throw it in the pot, cut a small half of the shredded cucumber and throw it in a large bowl.

Soon a large bowl of cool cold noodles was ready, Zhang Ruolin looked at the prisoner who kept shrugging his nose, smiled, one with a bowl of chopsticks, and the other with a big bowl of noodles, "Let's go, go into the house to eat." ”

"Eat! Eat! Godmother's cooking is so delicious. ”

"Aren't you hungry?"

"But now I'm hungry! Godmother's cooking, the prisoner wants to eat when she smells it, and she wants to eat a lot. The prisoner gestured with two hands.