I was so tired that I slept too long and missed my meal.

Lin Xiaoman's ration was eaten by Yang Jie on the grounds that she had been looking too fat recently and couldn't be hungry after eating one less meal.

ate the leftover bowl and threw it there for Lin Xiaoman to wait for her to wash.

When Lin Xiaoman passed in front of Yang Jie's door, Yang Jie called her with a straight face: "Dead girl, go and brush the dishes, and then boil a pot of bath water for your brother and bring it to the house, and when your brother finishes taking a bath, you will rub all his shit pieces with bath water and dry them, and they will be good to wear tomorrow." ”

Lin Xiaoman ignored her directly, walked out of the yard quickly, ran to the fourth father's house and went around, and the fourth aunt sighed and took out a small half bowl of pots and handed it to her.

"That's all there is to it, take it and eat it, barely pad your stomach."

Lin Xiaoman gobbled up the pot, and after chatting with the fourth aunt for a while, he suddenly stood up and said that he wanted to go to Uncle Ma's house to have a look.

The fourth aunt hesitated for a moment and said, "There is a male guest from Uncle Ma's house, you are also thirteen years old, and you should talk about others in a few years, so don't go over this big night, so as not to cause gossip." ”

Lin Xiaoman ran out with his legs, "It's okay, didn't you just say that Uncle Ma asked for a few sweet potatoes from the food group, and he can't bake them, I'll go over and bake them for him, and rub a meal by the way." ”

Yang Jie stood at the door with her son in her arms and shouted, "Bring one back for your brother, he likes to eat roasted potatoes the most." ”

Lin Xiaoman pouted.

The old man's milk hasn't been cut off yet, what kind of roasted animal do you like to eat?

This is what Yang Jie wants to eat, right?

After eating her rations, Lin Xiaoman poured out most of the bowl of rice, and he was not full?

This mother looks less and less like her own mother, but like a stepmother......

Lin Xiaoman walked into the kitchen of Uncle Ma's house with a swagger, and when he saw He Mingzhang, he stretched out his hand to greet him: "Hello! See you again, what's in your hand? Show me?"

He Mingzhang held the roasted potato in his hand and shook it, "Roasted lotus, also known as roasted sweet potato." ”

"Your roasted sweet potato is not the right color, it doesn't seem to be too ripe. If you eat something that is undercooked and wants to take a look at it, I will give you another remedy to make it up, so that it will not be wasted. ”

"Really? No wonder I just ate that one and thought it wasn't as delicious as the one you baked in the afternoon. He Mingzhang handed over the remaining two roasted sweet potatoes in his hand.

Lin Xiaoman hurriedly pulled his hand, tore the skin of one of them, took a bite, shook his head, and then took another bite and shook his head with a bitter face.

He Mingzhang was dumbfounded.

"Lin Xiaoman, what are you doing here?"

Lin Xiaoman raised his head and said seriously: "Can't you see it?" I'm testing poison for you, check to see if this sweet potato is roasted. ”

This person really has no one who has the ability to open his eyes and tell nonsense!

He Mingzhang hurriedly said: "Don't try it, return the rest to me, it's better to be untasty than not to eat at all." ”

Lin Xiaoman shrank back, opened his mouth and took a bite of another sweet potato and the skin, and said with a look of concern for He Mingzhang: "That's not good, that's not good, if you don't check it clearly, your stomach will really be diarrhea."

You're a guest from afar, so you shouldn't be put in danger.

Mmmm, I'll help you solve it all, you don't have to thank me, really. ”

He Mingzhang didn't want to talk to her anymore.

I kept scolding the little liar in my heart.

Lin Xiaoman finished eating a whole piece, pinched the one he had bitten into his hand again, his eyes rolled, and he started the idea of He Mingzhang again.

"I see that you don't want to go, and if you don't thank me, you don't feel comfortable, and I feel that it's a sin not to accept your gratitude.

Well, let's do it, do you have any meat tickets there, give me one tael, no, two taels, give me two taels, and I'll cook a good dish for you tomorrow, tomorrow. ”

This girl was very cunning when she was sick.

It's better not to be sick, and the less is the one that's more likable.