"Mom, this is for you!"

Ye Miao gave Lin Hong three yuan, "I'll give you more money in the future!" looked around and said, "I'll give it to you too!"

Wei Dali's father and son came to Ye's house to enclose the door, but later lost fifty yuan before the matter was settled. Why don't you want this Qian Linhong, just put Ye Miao here. Today she gave Zhu San's daughter-in-law two yuan, a small packet of brown sugar and two changed old clothes, Lin Hongsour Ye Miao on the side saw it in her eyes.

"Give me the money you've worked so."

"Take it!"

Before Lin Hong finished speaking, Ye Miao stuffed the money into her hand.

"Eh, eh, I'm also the one who has a girl to give money in the future!" Lin Hong took the money and couldn't wait to show off in front of people immediately. In the end, she pressed down a heart that had already flown into the sky, and only smiled and went to Ye Jianguo.

Ye Miao shook her head and smiled, sure enough, women love gifts, regardless of age. Today's play, Ye Miao has already thought about it. Giving favors to people makes people die, this is the method she used to use in her previous life. In her previous life, she had no children in the Hou Mansion for many years, but she managed the Hou Mansion like an iron bucket, and her subordinates were even more loyal, but it was not just two good words.

People have to talk about feelings, but just talking about feelings makes people stick their mouths but for days, and such feelings will not last long.

Of course, she didn't regard Zhu San's daughter-in-law as her subordinate, she just didn't get along with her for a long time, and she didn't know her very well. Maybe after a long time, she will trust her as a warbler, but not now.

Thinking about things in his heart, his actions were not delayed at all. Ye Miao thought that tonight was a sacrificial stove, so he made a quick dish - lotus pond stir-fry.

The lotus root is a precious thing in the cold winter wax moon, Ye Miao faintly guessed but still had to prove: "Dad, is this lotus root expensive for you?"

Ye Jianguo's eyes flashed with a smile, and his face was still straight: "I didn't ask for money, someone gave it." ”

Who gave the lotus root?

Ye Yaomiao was puzzled, and wanted to ask, but saw that Ye Jianguo obviously didn't want to say. In the end, it's a big holiday, so I won't let this matter go away first.

This is the first festival that Ye Miao came to Tianshui Village, the Ye family used to eat with their heads buried in the stove, but this year because Ye Miao was in charge of the spoon, so everyone felt that the food was extraordinarily fragrant.

In addition to the usual brown sugar, this year, Ye Miao Miao also took black sesame seeds from Mrs. Ye and mixed a little lard into it, Ye Miao skillfully made the sugar cake round and small, in Lin Hong's words, "Wo Xiaojun's Miao Miao makes Wo Yujun's sugar cake" , A bite is fragrant, sweet and with the unique richness of the fat, which makes people want to eat two after eating one; The porridge is made by Ye Miao's big white kidney beans and dried sweet potatoes and some corn paste, because it has been boiled for a long time, and when he picks up the bowl and sucks it, not only the beans but also the chewing of the strong dried sweet potatoes, Ye Chen doesn't know what the taste is layered, he only knows that the corn porridge he never drank before, can actually make people can't put down the bowl.

He even dragged a plate of moldy tofu to himself, and the one he ate was called a satisfaction. Ye Chen didn't dare to be interested in lotus root, but he especially liked mustard and moldy tofu.

The meal ended in the sound of chirping and sucking, and when everyone pushed away the dishes and chopsticks, everyone covered their stomachs and shouted bloating, and rubbed each other's stomachs and laughed, the night of the sacrificial stove had quietly come.

Under the dim oil lamp, the family in the simple small pot house had a satisfied smile on their faces, and the corners of Ye Yao's mouth were slightly upturned, and a warm smile appeared on his face.

"From now on, you will smile so much, look at how beautiful you are. When Ye Chen's voice sounded in Ye Miao's ears, Ye Miaomiao smiled and stared at Ye Chen seriously: "My dad will definitely not be in the same stream!"

Ye Chen nodded: "I think so too!"

The other party replied so briskly, Ye Miao didn't believe it.

"Do you think so?"

"A man who is so good to his daughter would not take risks to do these things!" Ye Chen naturally couldn't say what he had investigated, but his casual perfunctory words obviously pleased Ye Miao.

"What you said tonight is the only thing you can say when you come to our house. ”

Ye Chen touched his nose and wanted to stare at Ye Miao coldly, but when he caught the shallow dimples at the corner of the girl's mouth, he also laughed unconsciously.

Well, although he was derogatory and praised, he finally didn't smile at him for showing that ugly skin.

Ye Chen didn't realize it at this time, he was already on the road to please Ye Miao, he rubbed his eyebrows, and smiled a little comfortably.

"Stupid!"

Ye Miao muttered at Ye Chen in disgust, and laughed with him. In the cold winter, the thatched hut is dim, but the girl's smile is like a galaxy in the sky, which can shine to the bottom of people's hearts at once. Ye Chen only felt that the dark and frustrating things in the past, which made him sad every time he thought about it, had nothing to hide under such a smile, and were dispersed one by one.

Laugh at the city, laugh at the country....

After muttering this sentence, Comrade Ye Chen really wanted to give himself a slap, why did he always think of poems with the wrong title out of place?

With a low cough, Ye Chen looked at Ye Miao, but saw that the girl's brows were slightly furrowed, and her face was worried.

"It's okay, isn't it just an occasional cough..."

Seeing that the smile on the little village girl's face gradually disappeared, Ye Chen's mouth was faster than his brain and he said repeatedly: "It's okay, isn't it just an occasional cough..."

When he reacted, he actually said it, and Ye Chen had no choice but to remedy: "You don't have to make a fuss, what's this..."

Ye Miao glanced at him strangely, turned around and left.

Ye Chen: It seems that I will be wrong?

Ye Chen scratched his head and touched his face, it was really hot this day, it was cool to go out.

When he walked to the water tank and fetched half a bucket of water, the dampness in Ye Miao's palm had already begun to drop a few drops. She steadied herself, put her hand in the cold bucket, and waited for the coolness to overwhelm her panic, then poured water into the pot and began to boil it. Because, what was boiled was the water for washing feet, and the water that Ye Yaoxiao had washed his hands with half of the scoop was also poured into the cauldron.

When Ye Jianguo poured water into a basin where the porcelain had fallen so hard that he couldn't see his true face, and called Ye Jianguo, Ye Jianguo was about to use the cold water in the tank to flush his feet.

"Dad, it's so cold, don't use cold water to beware of arthritis. I boiled hot water for you, and you washed and relieved yourself. ”

Ye Jianguo is silent, but he has always been gentle to Ye Jianguo. Hearing his daughter say this, he obediently put down the water scoop and took the basin in his daughter's hand, but did not walk away immediately, but gazed at Ye Miao gently.

Ye Miao smiled at his gaze. Ye Jianguo freed up a hand and put it on top of his daughter's head, and Ye Chen, who was sulking, immediately walked over and grabbed Ye Jianguo,

"Uncle Ye, you're tired, I'll help you hold it. ”

Ye Jianguo didn't speak, but still pinched off the wheat grass on Ye Yao's head, and his wrinkled eyes were full of doting and kind eyes.

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