Not to mention what kind of resentment Zhu and others should have towards Lin Yu when they went back, and no matter how Lin Yu would beat his daughter when he went back, Ye Miao returned to Tianshui Village with a smile, and then packed a bunch of sharp bowls of fried lotus root balls and sent them to Mrs. Ye.

Mrs. Ye was sick as soon as she entered the winter, and she shouted all day long that she had a headache and refused to come out. Ye Miao didn't think much about it, how can the old man withstand the ravages of the years?

"Milk?"

Pushing open the door of the house, Ye Miao looked at Mrs. Ye on the bed with some uncertainty, only to see that her face was abnormally ruddy. Mrs. Ye's bed is different from the shelf bed or the high and low beds in the village, and the carved and engraved words on it are old objects from the past.

Ye Miao reached out and touched Mrs. Ye, her forehead was not very hot. But in addition to the strong smell of the old man in the room, there is also a smell that makes Ye Miao so familiar that he can't believe it.

Impossible! Ye Miao shook her head, she must have made a mistake! This kind of smell should not have appeared in her grandmother Mrs. Ye's house at all. After all, this thing has long been banned and canceled.

"Milk?"

Ye Miao shouted again, but still no one answered. Glancing at the messy bed, but not seeing what he imagined, Ye Miaojing began to clean up the house for Mrs. Ye after breathing a sigh of relief.

This old lady used to be the only daughter of the big landlord Lu Fugui's family, and she lived a fine life since she was a child. Since Ye Miao came to Sweetwater Village, Mrs. Ye has always taken good care of her.

Although Ye Miaoxiao saw through the hypocrisy of the uncle Ye Jianmin and the eldest mother Zhang Di towards her, she couldn't say a word about Mrs. Ye's no. After folding the clothes scattered on the bed, and taking a bag from Mrs. Ye's hand and putting it next to Mrs. Ye's pillow, Mrs. Ye woke up.

"Who!"

As soon as the old man's eyes opened, there was no weakness and worrying decadence, replaced by an awe-inspiring hairs that made the hairs on his body stand on end.

"Milk, it's me. ”

Maybe only Ye Miao can not be afraid when she is like this again, after all, Mrs. Ye's face is not good. Her face was pale, her eyes were red, and only one pair of eyes were terrifyingly shining.

Hearing that it was Ye Miao's voice, Mrs. Ye did not immediately put down the thorns that had been erected, but asked in a dumb voice: "Why did you come here, didn't you say that you went to Lotus Village to find your father?"

It seems that everyone in the family knows something, and it is estimated that only Ye Miao himself doesn't know anything.

Ye Miao replied quietly: "My father has come back a long time ago." Milk, I'll fry some lotus root balls, bring some over for you to taste. ”

"Hmm,"

Mrs. Ye didn't usually spoil Ye Miao, even if she heard her granddaughter's soft words, she only responded lightly.

"Milk, shall I pour you a bowl of water?"

Ye Miaoxiao knew that Mrs. Ye's house had a lot more things than the average elderly person in the village, such as hot water bottles, which she had already had.

I found the thermos well, opened the cork and tried it, and found that it was cold. Ye Jianmin and Zhang Di are famous filial sons and virtuous women in Shili Eight Villages, and they have been praised by the Red Star Commune as a typical example.

Of course, you can't completely trust what you see. Ye Yaoyao has always believed that what the eyes see may not be true, and what the ears hear may not be the truth. She silently lifted the hot water bottle and wanted to go home and boil a pot of water for Mrs. Ye.

The two families are not too far away, and it won't take much time to come and go, Ye Miao is willing to run more, and he is not willing to move Ye Jianmin's pot house.

"Don't bother, just pour me some cold water. ”

The rough sound was like swinging sandpaper. Ye Miao's heart was surprised, but she still persuaded Mrs. Ye in a low voice: "Milk, this water is cold, if you drink it, you will get sick, I will pour you a pot of new water." ”

"If you pour water, you will pour it, where did so much nonsense come from!"

Mrs. Ye's voice exploded in Ye Miao's ears again. Ye Miao hurriedly brought a bowl of water to Mrs. Ye. "Goo Dong Goo Dong" is only three sips, Mrs. Ye drank urgently, and she didn't know that she had poured cold water into her neck.

"Alright, let's go. ”

Mrs. Ye is like a traveler who has walked a long way and is so thirsty that she can't do it, and she only regained her senses after drinking the water in her hand.

"Squander, sit down. ”

"Okay,"

It's still a gentle response, but it's missing the intimacy of the past. Ye Miao has never been a very close person. She has a complicated experience, and she is extremely wary of people and things, and the reason why she is close to Mrs. Ye is also because of Lin Hong and Ye Jianguo.

"Grandma's old problem is out, so it didn't scare my family. ”

Mrs. Ye reached out to pull Ye Miao, Ye Miaomiao hesitated for three seconds and still sent her hand to Mrs. Ye's hand. When the tender hand was held by the hand covered with age spots, Ye Miao smelled the familiar smell again. She frowned involuntarily, and quickly let go.

If you want to ask Ye Miao's most hated vice, eating, drinking, prostituting, gambling, and smoking can sum it all up in five words. But the pumping here is the most disgusting to Ye Yao. Unlike the previous ones, as long as they are contaminated with this vice, then this person is not far from losing his mind. Never overestimate your self-control, you're not that strong and unyielding!

"Milk, what does it smell like, it smells a little good. ”

Although the sun is facing the sun in the room, it is a little dim because Mrs. Ye has placed the bed in the innermost. With this taste, it is eerily creepy.

"Do you think it smells good? It seems to be really our family's species. ”

After Mrs. Ye finished speaking, she laughed: "Although you shouldn't be surnamed Ye." ”

Could it be that he still has some unknown mystery of his life experience? Ye Miaoxiao immediately refused: "Milk, my father is Ye Jianguo, and my mother is Lin Hong." ”

Although the displeasure in my heart has reached its peak, I still have to shoot it: "My grandmother is your old lady Ye." ”

"Haha, what a good granddaughter of milk. I'm right, you should talk about our Lu family. ”

Mrs. Ye has a pair of old eyes, but she is not dim, and she looks at people like eagles and falcons. Ye Miao rose to the challenge, and looked at her with obvious confusion: "Milk!"

"Okay, where are the lotus root balls? ”

took back all the temptations and scrutiny, and Mrs. Ye was the good grandmother who loved her granddaughter.

"Milk, what about my eldest mother, did you really say that your daughter-in-law forgot her mother?

Ye Miao's nonsensical appearance is very similar to the original owner, and Mrs. Ye still likes her like this.

"No, your aunt and your uncle know that I like to eat mash, and said to learn from others to make it for me this year. ”

Mrs. Ye likes to drink some wine and like to eat some mash, but the villagers are full of food, who can have a leisure time and take good rice to do this?

There may be many people who have never heard of mash.

"Why bother to find someone else, I'll make you mash when you're ready. ”

"My slender, why didn't you say it earlier, my aunt went home and asked a lot of people, Mom, Chef Wang won't either. ”

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