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Chapter93

Yan Qiuyi is very experienced in beating people, and she took a feather duster that was almost as tall as her and pumped it at the place where Yan Xialiang had a lot of flesh on her body.

Yan Xialiang was frightened by her fierce eyes, and only howled a few times miserably at the beginning, but then he didn't dare to resist at all, and he didn't even dare to cry out in pain. But fortunately, he didn't resist, otherwise the consequences would have been worse.

Yan Qiu said that Yan Xia Liang flattened his mouth and inhaled the cool air pitifully, and Mo Yàng, who endured the pain and didn't dare to make a sound, was also distressed in the end. Her own brother, who hurts if she doesn't hurt?

But...... What if you don't let him have a long memory, what if something happens to him after he suffers a loss?

The strength of his hand relaxed, "Do you have a long memory?"

Yan Xialiang nodded earnestly.

"Will it be like this in the future?"

Yan Xialiang shook his head pitifully.

"So what should I do?"

Yan Xialiang glanced at it aggrievedly, and held back her tears, "When you are at home, lock the door, don't open the door to strangers, don't take strangers into the house, and report and call in time when you encounter suspicious situations." ”

Will you draw inferences?

Yan Qiuyi was breathless, and the hand holding the feather duster hung down, and the half-length wattle was directly clubbed to the ground, only to hear a crisp "pop", and it broke.

Yan Qiuyi: "......"

Yan Xialiang: "......" Ran hòu reflexively took two steps back, and touched the place where he was beaten with empathy. A little chilling.

How hard does it take to break the feather duster?!

Yan Qiuyi was also a little puzzled in her heart, why didn't she explain it so much? Nothing...... "snapped" and broke again!

The corners of her mouth twitched, the quality of this feather duster is really bad.

"Sister......" Yan Xialiang's voice sounded, "Can you stop fighting?"

Even honorifics?

Yan Qiuyi was angry, she raised her hand and stretched out to Yan Xialiang. Yan Xialiang directly shrank his neck, crossed his hands to protect his face, and looked open. "You hit, you hit, as long as you don't hit your face, you can hit as you like!"

"......" Yan Qiuyi reached out and took off the white chicken feathers standing on Yan Xialiang's head, turned around and walked out of the bathroom.

Tut. Tired and sweaty!

Yan Xialiang, who had been covering his face for a long time, heard a sentence from afar, "Write a two-hundred-word check and give it to me in a while." ”

He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been pardoned, wiped the sweat from his head with his hand, and slowly walked out of the bathroom with his hands on the wall.

Packed up the little brother. Yan Qiuyi was much refreshed. She didn't really beat him hard, after all, it was her own brother, but it hurt at the time, and there wouldn't even be a red mark later. This time he has a long memory, so I won't tell Sù Yan's father and Yan mother - if it falls into the hands of the two of them, it is not as simple as a feather duster.

Yan Qiuyi threw the feather duster into the utility room.

Sometimes the feng shui is not good when the feather duster is released, so I have to talk to Yan's father and Yan's mother, what if it affects their family's fortune?

And. The quality of this feather duster is not good, and it will be broken in half as soon as it is pouted. How bad!

Yan Xialiang had already understood the current affairs and went back to the house to write an inspection with the unfinished half of the watermelon, Yan Qiuyi moved his hand and began to think about making dinner. Although he blames himself for this, he has to make up for beating others, right?

Her brother has been complaining about the bad food outside lately, pestering her to cook a meal. But Yan Qiuyi is too busy, and there is really no food left at home, and occasionally Yan's mother feels wronged by their sister and brother to cook by themselves.

She scooped up rice and added water to make enough for a meal for the four of them, thinking that if her parents didn't come back to eat at night, the rest of the meal would be boiled into gruel the next morning. After giving the electricity, Yan Qiuyi went to the refrigerator and decided to go to the supermarket if there were not enough dishes.

Yan's mother still has five lotus roots left last time, as well as the ground meat filling sent by the aunt that day, and a lotus root box will be fried in a while, and a ball will be rubbed. And two pig's trotters? Well, I was stuffy in a pressure cooker for a while, and now I can eat it at half past five. The fish I killed last time was frozen for a few days, and Yan's mother didn't have time to do it, so she just slowed down to make a squirrel fish for a while. Two more vegetarian dishes, one sour and spicy shredded potatoes, one stir-fried yam, and two cold dishes.

Yan Qiuyi slowly put on the fish, and then hòu added stuffed pig's trotters. Then I started to process the other ingredients, and I mixed the cold dishes first - this one is not afraid of being cold. She cut the vegetables with her hands and feet, cut the lotus root slices and stuffed the meat, and mixed the flour with water and egg liquid to adjust the batter.

After thinking for a while, she decided to make the fish first, then fry the lotus root box and meatballs, and finally stir-fry the vegetables.

The fish was out of the pot, and the lotus root box was fried, Yan Xialiang came to the kitchen with two pages of letter paper and probe. Yan Qiuyi asked Yan Xialiang to hold the letter and scan it roughly by himself, and for the sake of his sincere attitude of admitting his mistake, he let him go decisively, and when he left, he also stuffed a lotus root box and two balls into the child's mouth.

Yan Xia, who was moved, burst into tears......

No, it's actually burned!

Time passed quickly, and by the time Yan Qiuyi's last dish came out of the pot, it was already six forty-five.

Yan's father and Yan's mother haven't come back yet.

Yan Qiuyi put the food on the table, went directly to take a shower and changed her clothes, she couldn't stand the smell of oily smoke.

"Sister, when can I eat?" was cleaned up, and Yan Xialiang was so obedient that he didn't speak.

"You call our dad and ask him when he's coming back, and if he's back later, you'll wait, and if it's too long, you'll eat first." ”

"Okay. ”

Yan Qiuyi put away the kitchen garbage and prepared to put it outside the door, as soon as this hand unscrewed the doorknob, he felt a hand coming towards him.

There was a tall and thin man standing at the door, who seemed to be about to knock on the door, but before his hand touched the door, Yan Qiuyi opened the door, and his hand fell almost vertically on the top of her head.

This abominable height difference!

Yan Qiuyi reacted quickly and dodged sideways, and the man also shrewdly withdrew his hand and put it on the door frame.

The voice-activated lights turned on to illuminate the corridor that looked a little dim on a cloudy day, and Yan Qiuyi looked up.

This man has indeed been seen for a long time.

"Ouch, uncle, are you......? What about concave shapes?"

Xiao Junyang: "......"

"Sister, our dad is downstairs. Yan Xialiang's voice came from the house.

As he was talking, Yan Zhengze went upstairs, "It's here, oops, whose cooking is so fragrant." He saw Yan Qiuyi standing at the door, "Did Yiyi come out to pick up Dad?"

Yan Qiuyi stuffed the garbage into Xiao Junyang's hand and ran straight to Yan Zhengze, "Dad!"

Xiao Junyang looked at the garbage in his hand speechlessly, lowered his head and smiled in resignation.

"Dad, I cooked...... Mom, you can try what I made!"

Xia Qiu smiled, "Yiyi is the best, why is Xiao Xiao standing here? ”

"Brother Jun Yang. ”

Yan Qiuyi glanced at Xiao Junyang and sighed.

Gotta go stir-fry again!

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