"That little girl......" he said to himself.

"It's so transparent, it's such a sensitive feeling?"

And on the herb, there were some water droplets, and the light from the window broke out a beautiful shadow.

With a sound of dripping, the water droplets bent the leaves, and then gently rolled down, a room of medicinal fragrance.

Tang Yuxin is a quiet child, since her head was hit, she doesn't like to go out too much, but she is a lot more sensible, of course, because the core has been replaced, although it is still her, but she is thirty-three years old.

At this time, she sat in front of the stove, picked up firewood and threw it into the stove.

At first, when she did these things, she scared Tang Zhinian into a cold sweat, but later she found out that Tang Yuxin still has a talent for burning fire, and he also talked about it proudly to his younger brother, which simply made Tang Yuxin cover his face and be ashamed, and even shameless.

She's thirty-three, not three, and she's really not that stupid, okay?

And since then, Tang Zhinian is not afraid to let his daughter come to the kitchen, he used to be afraid that the child would use a knife or something else to hurt himself, but Tang Yuxin never went to the board, she sat in front of the stove, she could add firewood to it, and she could also pull the bellows, and the bellows thing, Tang Yuxin had not seen it for many years, this time everywhere he went, there were antiques, bellows, spinning wheels, and others, these things are now in the eyes of the people in the village, they are all ordinary things, but when they come to her, they have all become rare goods。

And these things, after a few decades, will really no longer be seen, and even if they can be seen, they may only be in TV.

With her helping Tang Zhinian, the speed of cooking is faster, at least, Tang Zhinian doesn't have to be in a hurry, he still has to pay attention to the fire, but also to pay attention to the rice, sometimes the fire is extinguished, and the fire has to be rebuilt.

He put a bowl of broken dough in front of Tang Yuxin, and then shaved her face, eat it.

Tang Yuxin took his own small spoon and ate one bite at a time, and he didn't let people feed him, so much that Tang Zhinian, who was a father, felt a little lost, and there was really a feeling that my family had a girl who had just grown up, although his little Yuxin was only three years old.

But now it's time to be able to walk, to be able to talk, and not to be fed.

And he was snoring and eating, and then he glanced at his daughter, and saw that Tang Yuxin was eating very slowly, but he stuffed spoonfuls and spoonfuls into his small mouth, instead of feeding them to his nose or face, and did not spill rice grains on the table.

She buried her head in eating, and as soon as she raised her face and said that she was full, she heard a noisy noise outside, almost like a devil entering the village and locusts crossing the border.

Tang Zhinian hurriedly put down the bowl, and the person also stood up.

"Mom......" he shouted.

"Well," the middle-aged woman who came in lifted her chin, also revealing two big nostrils, and her nose was also full of blackheads, and she was wearing it very well, a brown-red freshly made cotton coat, cotton pants were also new, and she also wore a pair of black leather shoes that have been very popular recently.

She sat down and looked at Tang Zhinian's eyes, always with pickiness and disdain.

She doesn't look down on Chen Zhinian, there is no need to question this.