Ding Daodao didn't know Li Zhihua's complicated mood at this time, but said happily to Li Zhihua: "Xiaomin is back, and he came back last night!" ”

Li Zhihua's eyes widened in surprise, and he especially wanted to ask Ding Daodao: Did your Xiaomin float back or walked back. Vertices

Li Zhihua watched the scene yesterday, and when he thought of the red and yellow liquid on the set, Li Zhihua felt that he wanted to faint, which was really terrible.

With the miserable appearance of the scene, the probability that Ding Min can come back alive is smaller than the possibility that he can become an actor.

Li Zhihua looked at Ding Daodao, who was still smiling, and suddenly felt that Ding Daodao should have known the news of Ding Min's accident, and he should have gone crazy!

Li Zhihua swallowed his saliva when he looked at Ding Daodao's happy appearance, and said with difficulty: "Brother Daguo, Xiaomin, she, she..."

When Li Zhihua didn't know how to speak, Ding Daodao had already opened the door, and Li Zhihua also looked at Jin Qing who was squatting on a chair in front of him and nibbling on cold steamed buns: "..."Is he dazzled, shouldn't Ding Min be nibbling on incense candles now!"

Jin Qing has no interest in disguising the original owner in front of Ding Daodao, after all, even if she disguises herself again, sooner or later she will be exposed, and the experience of the past few worlds has taught her that people who really care about the original owner only need one look to be able to see that they are counterfeit and shoddy products.

And she's who she is, why pretend to be someone else, she's here to help, why make herself cower like a rat crossing the street.

At the same time, Jin Qing also planned that if Ding Daodao really had no way to accept himself, then Jin Qing would send Ding Daodao to a nursing home, which could be regarded as being able to make Ding Daodao die safely.

Ding Daodao didn't know that he was about to enter the nursing home at any time, but looked at Jin Qing happily: "Minmin, look who's coming." ”

Jin Qing tilted his head and saw Li Zhihua, who was looking at him carefully, Jin Qing thought about it and bared his teeth at the other party to show that he had greeted the other party.

Li Zhihua was frightened by Jin Qing's hideous expression and took a step back, and then remembered whether his reaction just now was too aggressive, after all, it is unknown whether this Ding Min is a human or a ghost.

Ding Daodao looked at Jin Qing, and then at Li Zhihua, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the room was a little tense, Ding Daodao thought about it, and said to Jin Qing: "Xiaomin, I saw that you didn't seem to have eaten enough yesterday, so I went to the gate of the community early this morning and called the fritter stall over, just outside the door of our building, you can go over and eat more later..."

Although Ding Daodao doesn't know what happened to his daughter, his daughter seems to be quite good at eating now, so this father who loves his daughter naturally has to think about his daughter: for example, he paid his own private money to call the fritter stall over so that his daughter could eat enough...

When Jin Qing heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and then he rushed out of the door with an arrow: Lao Tzu is starving to death.

Seeing Jin Qing's movements, Li Zhihua hurriedly shouted behind her: "Be careful, it's sunshine outside, don't..." Seeing Ding Daodao looking at himself with strange eyes, Li Zhihua hurriedly swallowed back the three words "sunburned", and turned to Ding Daodao and said to Ding Daodao: "I'm afraid that Xiaomin is tanned, and it's not good for filming." ”

Ding Daodao looked at Li Zhihua: "Hehe! "Doesn't my daughter show her face in the play.

The last time I went out to the location, I basked in the sun for four days, and it was as black as a briquette, and I didn't see Li Zhihua say anything, and now I'm worried that my daughter will tan.

Looking at Ding Daodao's somewhat disgusted eyes, Li Zhihua: "Hehe! "Don't look at me anymore, I don't really have anything to say right now.

Jin Qing didn't care about the two of them staring at each other in the room, she was now concentrating on squatting in front of the fritter stall, holding a big bowl of tofu brain.

The fritter stall is run by a young couple, one of them is responsible for selling goods, and the other is desperately making fritters and tying fritters by the way.

The business scope of the fritter stall is relatively wide, selling fritters, fried cakes, soy milk, tofu brains, pickles, tea eggs, these two people are very nimble, so they are also busy.

They didn't expect that they had just come out of the stall today and received a job, and the middle-aged man in a wheelchair in the community pulled them to let them put the stall in front of his house, saying that his daughter wanted to eat.

The two of them originally wanted to refuse, but the man directly took out 300 yuan and slapped it on their stall, and said that if they didn't refund more, they could make up for it, so the husband and wife looked at each other and pushed the fritter stall into the community.

Originally, the two of them thought that this was a small job that could be done in a while, after all, it was just one person eating.

But who would have thought that the two of them would be busy at this time.

Jin Qing ate quickly and quickly, and the daughter-in-law had just filled a bowl of tofu brain, and Jin Qing poured it directly into her mouth, and at the same time did not forget to stuff two freshly fried fritters into her mouth.

When the daughter-in-law saw this posture, she also sped up, and even intimately helped Jin Qing pick up the tea eggs.

Although I don't know why this little girl can eat so much, but the more guests eat, the more they earn, and such a guest really makes her feel so fulfilled, at least it can prove that his breakfast tastes very good!

The man was also a little proud when he saw Jin Qing's way of eating, and while frying the fritters, he looked at Jin Qing and asked, "Is it delicious?" ”

Jin Qing really couldn't speak, so he could only stretch out a thumbs up and wave in the direction of the man, "It's really good."

The man looked at Jin Qing as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, not only did the movements in his hands become faster, but the long chopsticks in his hands were also played with by him.

At this time, some of the old people who practiced in the morning also went home one after another, and when they looked at Jin Qing and the fritter stall from afar, they suddenly came to the spirit: This is a new thing, in the past, the couple generally set up stalls at the entrance of the community in order to attract more customers, how to get the stall here today.

Jin Qing looked at the people who were about to come over, and suddenly had a sense of crisis in his heart: in order to be full, and in order not to wash the dishes after eating, no one can touch these fritters.

Those old men didn't feel Jin Qing's resistance at all, but took the morning exercise tools in their hands and walked towards the fritter stall with a majestic spirit.

Jin Qing looked at these people: "..."I hope these people don't rely on the old and sell the old in front of Lao Tzu, after all, compared to the years of life, Lao Tzu is no one to lose."

Jin Qing is ready, whoever dares to come over and buy things because of her age will throw them out, anyway, age has never been a matter in her heart, because no one is as old as her.

Just when Jin Qing was already ready for the first level of defense, he heard a crying voice in the distance: "Amin, why are you here, why are you not in the hospital." ”