The smile on Zhong Hongying's face gradually disappeared: "Luo Meiying, if you don't explain this matter today, I will find the secretary to theorize, I believe that he will not favor his daughter to the point of not separating public and private." ”

Seeing that his daughter was about to choke with the secretary's daughter, Uncle Zhong hurriedly carried the big hammer over: "Hongying, go over there." Saying that, he smiled flatteringly at Luo Xiaoqiong, "Meiying, don't be angry, I'll help you when Uncle Hui's work is done." ”

"No, as long as you don't count your life on us, thank goodness." Luo Xiaoqiong snorted, turned her head back to her position, Zhong Hongying glanced at her, and went to the area where Uncle Zhong worked with a pickaxe.

Chu Xia's brows jumped slightly, she somewhat understood what Luo Xiaoqiong was angry about just now, but anyone who saw this scene, I believe that no one would look at Luo Xiaoqiong, or, Zhong Hongying should not have taken the throne through Luo Xiaoqiong once, the deity, Dagen knows the Tao, right......

But at this time, even if she understands the reason, she can't help Luo Xiaoqiong - no matter how capable Zhong Hongying is, she is also a weak person compared to the secretary's daughter, and it is human nature to sympathize with the weak. At this time, if she rashly stood up......

Zhong Hongying's family finished working before the early summer family, and Aunt Zhong went home without looking back with a pickaxe, while Zhong Hongying and Uncle Zhong helped the early summer family from the other end of the ground.

Zhao Yulan hurriedly pushed: "Brother Zhong, Hongying, we'll be done in a while, you're tired all morning, go home and rest." ”

Zhong Hongying straightened up and smiled: "Aunt Yulan, we won't be able to eat when we go back now, so let's take care of it, and let's go together when we're done." ”

Luo Xiaoqiong glanced at Zhong Hongying, and then at Chu Xia and Chu Xia's father, and was about to leave with the shovel, Chu Xia grabbed her and lowered her voice: "Xiaoqiong, now you have to pretend to the end." ”

"What am I going to pretend for?" Although she was angry, Luo Xiaoqiong did not lose her mind, and lowered her voice, "Let's ignore her, how did you do it?" ”

"I'll talk to you when I go home, if you think what I said is unreasonable, I'll listen to you in the future, okay?" In early summer, it was rare to show a flattering smile, "Be obedient, don't let outsiders see our jokes." ”

Although reluctant, Luo Xiaoqiong still stayed after persuasion, Lin Baohe and Zhao Yulan quietly breathed a sigh of relief, this kind of small awkwardness between the children, they are not easy to participate, but they are worried that outsiders will say bad things about Xiaoqiong, although it is the secretary's daughter, if this reputation is bad, it will also affect the in-laws.

If you hear their voices in the early summer, you will definitely have to complain, is it possible that all the actions of girls must be aimed at one goal - to find their in-laws?

The six of them finished their work in a seemingly harmonious atmosphere, and returned to the village with a smile in a seemingly harmonious atmosphere - along the way, Zhong Hongying was currying favor with Chu Xia and Luo Hongying, even if one of them obviously said that they were not interested in her, and the other obviously said that they hated her.

After breaking up at the fork in the road, Luo Xiaoqiong pouted: "I hate such people the most, I am obviously annoyed in my heart, but on the surface, I have to pretend to be generous, phew!" ”

"You girl......" Zhao Yulan rubbed her head funny, "She has shown weakness to you like that, no matter how hard you are, you will only let others say that you are not good, stupid child." ”

"If you say I'm not good, say I'm not good, and I'm not afraid of seeing people's hearts over time!" Luo Xiaoqiong's face didn't matter, "If I really can't find a good in-law because of this, it's my life." ”

Zhilu Dao couldn't persuade her for a while, so Zhao Yulan didn't say anything anymore, and in the early summer, she was still thinking about the reason why Zhong Hongying treated Luo Xiaoqiong like that, and she didn't have the heart to speak, so for the next part of the way, the four of them were silent until death.

At the mouth of the alley of the fat aunt's house, Zhao Yulan stopped: "Xiaoqiong......"

Chu Xia interrupted her: "Mother, I have promised the fat aunt." She knew that her father and mother didn't want to take advantage of the Luo family, but she had already promised the fat aunt, if they didn't go, it would only make the fat aunt feel that they were still separated from her family, so it was better to go happily and go back to find a love for the fat aunt.

Well, she admitted that she was still a little selfish, didn't Luo Hongqi think that she was for his family's food? Then simply let him believe in his own judgment.

"Go ahead." Lin Baohe said as he took the lead towards Luo's house, and Luo Xiaoqiong finally saw a smile on her face, "That's right." ”

Seeing Lin Baohe and Zhao Yulan coming as scheduled in early summer, Luo Gangshun and the fat aunt were very happy, and they asked a few people to wash their hands, and the rice and tea were already on the table.

Luo Hongqi couldn't think of it when he hid, but unfortunately, would Luo Gangshun let him get his wish? Stunned, he dragged him out and asked him to stand guard at the head of the table: "If you want to eat, you can eat, if you don't want to eat, you can watch." ”

Luo Hongqi's face was swollen and red, but he greeted Zhao Yulan and Lin Baohe politely, and when he looked at the early summer, there was obvious disgust in his eyes. Chu Xia looked back at him with a smile: "Brother Hongqi, I worked today." "The implication is that I'm working, you can't stop me from eating, right?

The fat aunt's rice is very affordable, a big basket of white flour steamed buns, a large pot of pork vermicelli stewed cabbage, a plate of salted mustard shreds, and a bowl of radish vermicelli soup per person, which makes her saliva in early summer - it is really not the same grade as her family's rice!

The key is the white-faced steamed bun, she thinks about it! Every time she finished eating a tortilla mixed with sorghum noodles, she felt a pain in her throat and eyes, and God knew how much she wanted to return to the days of eating steamed buns every day - she herself felt that she was becoming more and more productive (>c