Chapter 57: Which pot is not opened

The sunset is just right, and the autumn breeze is blowing. The family simply set up tables and chairs in the courtyard for dinner.

Worried that mosquitoes would bite her two baby daughters, Chen Huiru specially ordered two plates of mosquito coils and placed them at the sisters' feet.

Seeing Anna squirming around in the chair, she gently slapped her on the head: "Be careful not to kick it over, this plate of mosquito coils costs more than two dollars!"

"Thank you, Mom!" Anjo looked up and smiled at her, carefully moving the chair to the side.

According to the income of parents in Yizhou City, it is not low, in addition to supporting grandparents and grandparents in the countryside, they also have to help those uncles and aunts from time to time, plus my mother has been taking medicine non-stop, if you don't make a careful budget, you will definitely not be able to make ends meet.

The family was eating dinner, chattering Anna while talking about the interesting things that happened at school today, while Anqiao was not interested in talking at all, just eating silently.

"Qiaoqiao, is today's meal not to your liking?"

Seeing that his daughter had something on his mind, An Jianguo looked concerned.

"Oh, it's delicious. ”

An Qiao suddenly came back to his senses, stretched out his chopsticks and grabbed a large chopstick water spinach from the plate.

"Hey, Qiaoqiao, don't you like to eat water spinach the most, you shouldn't talk about boyfriends, right?" Chen Huiru looked at her absent-minded eldest daughter with a vigilant expression.

With a mother's keen sixth sense, she concludes that there is something on her daughter's mind.

Boyfriend?!An Qiao couldn't help blushing: "Mom, what are you talking about!"

"It's good if you don't, all the children who can enter the first middle school are cow babies, you can't take it lightly and use your mind elsewhere, if this ranking falls down again......"

Chen Huiru breathed a sigh of relief and began to preach again.

"Buy karma! your old man still doesn't let An Ansheng have a meal?" Seeing that the other party jumped from early love to the bottom exam, An Qiao wanted to cry without tears, regretting how he was so good at leading the topic to this.

"Okay, Huiru, you have to believe our Qiaoqiao-" Seeing that his daughter was really angry, An Jianguo hurriedly glanced at his wife.

"Sister, if you want to talk about a boyfriend, find that beautiful brother who catches snakes! ”

Anna, who was eating, suddenly raised her head and said.

An Qiao was angry, picked up the chopsticks and knocked them on his sister's head: "There are so many delicious foods that can't stop your mouth!"

"Mom's help-" Before the chopsticks fell, Anna turned around and drilled into Chen Huiru's arms.

"Jojo, is that kid really so good-looking? Nana whispers something beautiful brother in my ear every day, and my ears are almost calloused when I hear it. ”

Chen Huiru looked at An Qiao curiously while protecting her little daughter.

"Well, it's okay!" An Qiao retracted his hand and glared at his sister viciously, and replied nonchalantly.

"It's a pity!" An Jianguo sighed: "If you can meet me again, I must thank that kid well-"

"My sister is obviously lying, and that brother is obviously very good-looking, okay?

As if she was deliberately against her, Anna poked her head out of her mother's arms and yelled loudly.

"Anna Chen, what do you mean? Don't think that you are lawless with your parents as your backers!" An Qiao slapped his chopsticks on the table.

"Woo...... My sister is so fierce...... Nana is right, my brother is ...... It's just good-looking...... It's pretty!"

Frightened by her, Anna also used her trick and cried breathlessly. Panicked, Chen Huiru hurriedly hugged her in her arms and coaxed: "Oh, don't cry obediently......"

"Qiaoqiao, it's your own business that you don't go well at school, why are you angry at your sister?"

Seeing that his youngest daughter was crying, An Jianguo's face couldn't be more stiff.

"Okay, it's me who is wrong, it's better if I'm wrong! You eat slowly, I'm going to do my homework-"

Knowing that it was himself who would suffer if he went down again, An Qiao no longer insisted, and simply raised his hand to surrender. Then he finished the bowl of rice in three and two strokes, and ran towards the house with a puff of smoke.

Sun Tzu's Art of War said that the thirty-six strategies are the best, we can't afford to provoke it, so we can afford to hide!