Uncle Zhao thought about it, you can be lawless in the mountains, but in your daughter's place, you can't ignore my face, right?!

Then he said, "That day I heard Qing'er say, Taikang sent a letter, the second day of the next month is the seventieth birthday of Yang Lao Taijun, because Qing'er is not there, so I decided not to do it much, just invite relatives and friends to sit through the door, I thought, relatives and friends, don't we also occupy a parent-word in Qing'er?" You say, don't you? ”

"Mmmm, wife, do you mean that we should go to Taikang to congratulate Mrs. Yang on his birthday? This is a method, on the day of the birthday, you can't give the visitor a face. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info" Aunt Zhao said with a pun, a pair of eyes in the dark rose a thick smile, and at the same time, a trace of danger quickly flashed in her eyes, but unfortunately, Uncle Zhao was trapped in the atmosphere specially created by his old wife and did not notice it at all.

"You think that's a good idea, don't you? It just so happened that we brought out a thousand-year-old purple ginseng, and this one was sent, and the face was enough. Uncle Zhao smiled happily and put forward the idea of sending ginseng as a congratulatory gift.

"It's up to you, but you get out of bed and stand against the wall now until dawn." Aunt Zhao smiled more kindly, pulled the quilt and kicked her wife out of bed, turned around, covered her head and fell asleep.

Uncle Zhao was really kicked and stunned, and when he came back to his senses and wanted to defend, a cool voice came from the bed again, "The last time I was clean was four years ago... “

The meaning of this sentence, as a wife and slave, Uncle Zhao understands it very well - they live in the mountains all the year round, and there are only two people, so they naturally have endless words every day, but every time they annoy the old wife, his old wife directly does not talk to him.

At first it was just one day, then seven days ... Especially four years ago, because of the abstinence from drinking, he often couldn't help but secretly drink two sips, and then he was discovered, but he didn't take care of him for a whole month, he followed her tail every day and talked to himself, low and small, you can imagine how boring the days were, if this past is repeated, Uncle Zhao feels that his old heart is estimated to be unbearable.

Speechless, he obediently stood against the wall.

At the breakfast table on the second day, the atmosphere was a little more strange than the light work of the past.

Yang Wenqing was the last to come to the table, when she came, Zhao Gandad and his wife, Qingliu and Xiao Rui'er had already arrived at the table early, and when they saw her coming, except for Qingliu who said hello to her, everyone else seemed to ignore her.

Xiao Rui'er ignored her, she understood that although it was Zhao Godfather who knocked him out last night, how could Zhao Godfather make such a decision without her acquiescence, not to mention that this little baby was white-skinned and delicate, and at first glance, she didn't know which little boy ran out of the house, and it was certain that she got up a little in the morning, looking at the confused eyes, it is estimated that she has not woken up yet.

But Zhao Gan's father and godmother ignored her, but it was strange, she didn't provoke them?

Wasn't it all right on the edge of the lotus pond before going to bed last night?

Yang Wenqing sat down in the vacant seat opposite Qingliu and made a mouth shape of "what's going on", drank a sip of soy milk, Xiao Rui'er on the opposite side raised her eyes to look at her because she was sitting there, turned her head and snorted and continued to drink hot soy milk, her cheeks bulging obviously angry, Yang Wenqing twitched the corner of her mouth, and laughed dryly, can she say that she has a last resort?

Qingliu shrugged his shoulders, looking like he didn't know what was going on, holding a diced fritter in his mouth, holding soy milk in one hand, and a small dish on the table in the other.

Yang Wenqing's eyes only looked at both sides and knew that the problem was from Zhao Gan's father and godmother, the two of them were not separated from each other before eating, this was just a night passed, the left and right sides were clearly distinguished, seeing that they looked relaxed and ignored each other, Yang Wenqing shivered in his heart, trembled a little, and felt that he had no courage to ask, so he also lowered his head and used the meal silently, thinking that it would be fine if he didn't make a sound, but the fire still burned to her tail.

"Qing'er, when I went back last night, I discussed it with your godfather, and you will prepare a car for us in a while, and we will go to Taikang to congratulate Mrs. Yang on her birthday." Zhao Ganniang's voice couldn't hear joy and anger, but the sour taste in it was strong in the hall.

Yang Wenqing looked at Zhao Gandad inquiringly, and the other party replied to her with a look of self-begging, and she knew that the problem was actually here, but didn't he promise to help tell him? Yang Wenqing turned to look at the past in confusion, Zhao Ganpa's father was no longer looking at her, and was lowering his head to compete with the food on the table...

"Qing'er, what's the use of just looking at the old man, I have the final say in this matter, you just prepare the carriage." Zhao Ganniang saw them frowning, slapped her chopsticks on the table, and glared at her, "Am I not able to use you as your godmother?" ”

"Xiao Rui'er, didn't you just say that you wanted to eat sugar gourds, I seem to remember that today is a set, and the sugar gourds in the morning are the freshest and delicious, let's go, let's go now." Qingliu saw Aunt Zhao patting her chopsticks early, picked up Xiao Rui'er, who was biting the fritters, and said to everyone, "You use it slowly." "Hold the stunned little guy and slip away.

For Qingliu's unrighteous behavior, Yang Wenqing spit on it fiercely in his heart, and then quickly dropped the chopsticks in his hand and climbed onto Aunt Zhao's arm, "What are you talking about, you and your godfather are my relatives, not to mention preparing a carriage, even if you go to the soup and fire, Qing'er is also unwilling." ”

"Okay, since that's the case, then you don't have to say it, so let's arrange it like this. After breakfast, your godfather and I will set off immediately. Zhao Ganniang decided to shoot the case, because of Yang Wenqing's reaction, she was depressed all night before she felt more comfortable.

"Godmother, listen to me." Yang Wenqing glanced at Zhao Ganpa, who didn't listen to anything outside the window, and then said, "Grandmother's birthday is not in a hurry, it's only the eighth day of the new year, and it's still early on the second day of the next month." That's right, I'm going to reply to them today, why do I have to report it? She saw that Zhao Ganniang looked unhappy, so she added, "Nanyang to Taikang is not to say that it will take half a month, you and your godfather are already not young, am I not worried?" In a hurry this time, why do you have to find two darts to protect you? “

"Yes, yes, Qing'er is right, find two darts to protect." Father Zhao finally raised his head and echoed what Yang Wenqing said, and the next moment, Aunt Zhao took a bite of him, "Yes, I can't stop your mouth if I eat!" Uncle Zhao was choked with such a sentence, looking innocent and aggrieved, and then silently hung his head and went to fight for breakfast.

"This Qing'er doesn't have to worry, although my godfather and I are not as old as we were back then, but this body cultivation has never fallen, living in seclusion in the mountains for many years, honing every day, if there are few people in this world who can hurt us, so it doesn't matter if this dart body is please or not."