Zihan suddenly decided that she wanted to experience life, yes, Hongchen's earning money gave her a good confidence, so in order to help her mother get through the haze of being laid off, she had to help her get re-employed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Therefore, she also relented and asked Lin Yue to send her home.

However, he got the job of helping his house clean, 300 a day. Zihan didn't agree to stay overnight.

The two of them go in and out together, and it's not a joke to reach the ears of the conservative aunt in the community!

What is that? Together, dwelling!

Even if you decide to marry him, you can't do it! Fangfang said, only by guarding to the death can you find true love! Didn't Lin Ling keep it until now and make Feng Yi crazy?

That's right, if you let a man get it easily, then you're not looking for guilt? What you can't get is the best, the harder it is to get, it's the best, and who cares if it's easy to get your hands on?

It's been a long time since I've studied IQ, but I just feel that I still have a lot of future!

Carrying the bag, I went into my small room, and I didn't forget to put the bag in a safe place.

Aunt who loves to rummage things, who knows when she will come out like a convulsion?

They just came to make noise, but in fact, my aunt didn't get anything at the moment.

Dad's brain is really in a lot of water, obviously he can make it clear, these years, this middle-aged mom has fulfilled his mother like this, after all, the old man has a bad heart, no one dares to recruit her!

Zihan suddenly didn't like milk!

Grandpa is a good man, but he can't be a family!

You want to be in charge of your own home! People don't look down on us, so we can only think about money and money, and only when we have money can we have confidence!

I quickly went into the bathroom and washed my face.

It's just that, soon, I heard "Bang, Bang, Bang!" There was a knock on the door.

The glass on the door was knocked deafeningly.

Zihan deliberately rubbed time, she knew that only her sister Zimo would be so reckless.

Thinking about the good things of making money, I don't want to talk to her.

Zihan then remembered that his acupuncture box was gone.

An image of a person flashed in his mind, and he hurriedly took out his mobile phone.

"Ye Zihan, dead girl, come out for me quickly......" Obviously, Zimo, who has always paid attention to the perfect image, really can't wait.

Zihan deliberately snorted twice, pinched his nose and muffled: "Wait a minute, ouch, my stomach hurts so much......"

Casually, I pressed the knob of the toilet tank vigorously.

Before I could dial the number, my phone rang.

Sure enough, the voice was angry.

"I said, Zihan, you high-grade needle, why don't you even have a needle eye, you can't even nail a button!" Ye Yongfen's decibels are too big.

"Aunt, I said what are you doing? That's a life-saving needle, which is a sewing needle? Aunt, you really like it, Zihan will take it against your little car, can't you? Zihan lowered his voice.

"What? Ghost girl, you thing, get into my little car? No way, no way! Ye Yongfen began to chatter.

Zihan didn't want to reason with her aunt anymore, after all, her aunt didn't understand, and it was useless to tell her.

In fact, she was really reluctant to give up the acupuncture box, which she got from the kind little old man who taught her when she was an intern in the neurology department. He said that he wanted to be an all-round doctor in the future. Now that I think about it, I'm a bit of a brag. After all, I haven't entered that sacred temple and appreciated that sacred territory.

The knock on the door was strong and violent, Zihan turned off his mobile phone, pressed the knob of the water tank, and the rushing water swirled one by one and flowed into the depths of the toilet.

As soon as the door opened, Zi Mo glared at Zi Han fiercely and rushed in.

Zihan twisted his neck, covered his belly, looked at his sister's embarrassed figure, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

In the home of four people, the bathroom is already tense, and now, with more grandparents, Zihan doesn't know, does his original unwritten rule still exist?

Also, how should I live in this house?

Is my sister willing to vacate her house for her grandparents?

And the current situation is clearly urging Zimo to make room for the rhythm as soon as possible.

Zihan doesn't care where he lives, as long as he can put a mat, it's okay to make a bed on the spot.

But, huh! We have a little money in our hands now, and it's okay to change it if you want to!

Walking into the kitchen, the stove is covered with layers of mist, and the small kitchen becomes a veritable steamer.

Mother was methodically studying her bread, her countenance serene and peaceful.

The rest of the pastries are carefully placed in a bamboo basket on a stool next to the stool.

The white jade pastry was originally pleasing to the heart, and Zihan thought that it should be given a magnificent name: "The imperial dining room has a long aftertaste!" ”

pinched a small piece of cake and brought it to his mouth, Zihan felt that it was so sweet.

No, Grandma stood on the edge of the stove with a big shovel, and kept shoveling the pancakes in the pot.

Looking at her grandmother's thin body and wrinkled face, Zihan shook again, snatched the shovel from her hand, and helped her into her sister's room.

Just as Zihan helped his grandmother to sit on the edge of the bed and was about to leave quickly, grandma took Zihan's hand.

"Child, let grandma see your injured ......" touched the reading glasses beside the bed, and grandma looked kind.

"It's okay, milk, Zihan said lightly, but his body stood straight, and he deliberately shook his arms fearlessly to practice walking.

Looking at the thin milk, Zihan's heart was mixed.

After walking back and forth like a well-trained soldier a few times, Zihan finally entered the kitchen.

I was thinking about going out to practice stalls, but I didn't want my arm to be pinched by my sister.

"Ye Zihan, are you fat?" Zimo shouted coldly.

"Sister, that, you really don't blame me, no one can count the time to go to the bathroom, sister, you didn't greet me before......" Holding a kitchen knife, Zihan buried his head in cutting the pastry carefully, without raising his head.

"Actually, sister, you know me, Zihan has always been bold!" Raising his eyes, Zihan stared at Zi Mo and pursed his lips and smiled.

"If you have the ability, you will sell cakes on the street for me, and you will be like a filial son if you have nothing to do, and you are not a lazy master who does not make money?" Glancing at Zihan, Zimo gently wiped a lock of hair on his forehead.

"I'm getting ready to sell bread! But no, I still have to carry the banner to sell cakes! Zimo's words obviously gave Zihan momentum.

Rubbing the cake sticking to his hands, Zihan strode into the corner of the balcony, picked up a jar sideways, pushed open his father's door, and found a brush, a long wooden board, and a big red paper. Cut into long strips, on the dining table, splashing ink, "the imperial dining room has a long aftertaste" a few big-character pens are strong and handsome.

Zihan looked at Zimo with a happy face, to be honest, Zihan's calligraphy is indeed not bad, but it was due to the fact that her mother was worried that she would suffer from ADHD when she was a child, so she forced her to sit honestly and practice her facial muscles and willow bones.

Zimo's face was disdainful, in her opinion, does her mother's pastry need a name? It's just a normal and ordinary pastry.

Zihan no longer wants to answer Zimo, in her opinion, her sister is really early. The morning girl is a girl with a little endocrine disorder, sensitive and irritable, speaking harshly, with a cold and ugly complexion, in short, it is better to stay away.

If the eldest aunt does not patronize normally, it is worthy of the name and is stepping towards the morning shift.

The only thing that's okay is that my sister's complexion is not yellowish, her skin can be broken by blowing, and her figure is slender, in short, she is still a beauty, right?

It's just that which boy will definitely cry his father and call his mother.

Zimo stared coldly at Zihan's playful eyes, and through the inky black pupils, she saw her face.

What kind of face is that? It has a distinctly sour taste.

"Ye Zimo, are you jealous of her for having a youth that you can't go back?" Zimo suddenly looked back.

But no, at this time, Ye Zixin's classmate had prepared a big flagpole, and behind him, there were three tall boys. With an innocent smile on his face.

"Hey, who told you to come? Go back, go back! Zihan took over the banner and pinned the red note with a pin.

"Zihan, what are you doing here?" Zheng Lan walked out of the kitchen with a surprised expression.

"Go sell bread!" Zihan held the big flag and waved it gently. A handful pushed the mother into the back room.

"Sister, I'll go with you!" The four children spoke in unison.

"Yo, tsk, tsk, I said Ye Zihan, you are getting more and more two! You guys, don't follow her, let her play monkey alone! Ye Zimo forced a smile and said lightly.

"To go to the masses and experience a different life is called splendid!" Zihan wiped his sweat and looked at the four boys, "Go back!" When you are admitted to college, you will accompany my sister to practice stalls! ”

"Sister, look at my teeth!" The senior laughed sweetly.

The three children stared at the teeth of the senior for a long time, and Zixin stepped forward to catch it, but was pulled by Zihan.

"Pretty, isn't it? My sister helped me fix it! "The senior year was overjoyed.

"You? No way? Ye Zihan, what can you do? Selling bread is a good way to make a living! Go ahead! Go ahead! Ye Zimo said coldly.

"You know what? Sister, if there is a food competition, mother's pastry will definitely win a gold medal! I'm not going to sell it on the streets, at least, I'm going to a food festival! Also, if you want to go with me, you have to show your hands! Zihan turned his face to find the box.

The box was in Lin Yue's car, and now it was at the house opposite the door, this, making an exception, Lin Yue didn't stop it.

"Hey, you all draw me well, don't use dogs and cats, anime characters or flowers and plants, use this box as a drawing board, use your ingenuity, and I will make our mother's pastries famous in one fell swoop!" Zihan looked excited.

"You don't have a fever in your head, do you? Girl? Zimo suddenly stood on tiptoe and nodded on Zihan's head.

"Also, you remember for me, you ghost girl, secretly prick me with a needle, and I'll settle accounts with you in a while!" Zimo suddenly said coldly.

"That's my aunt! She was lying on your bed, took away all my acupuncture boxes, and wanted to take away your cosmetics, but I didn't give them! Zihan had a smile on his face.

"What?" Zimo suddenly raised his voice.