Su Aimin looked at Ma Yumin helplessly, every time she came, she took eggs, and it was estimated that the eggs laid by her chickens were poured into her own house.

I am very worried that my father-in-law and mother-in-law will be unhappy in the future.

"My mother went to the chicken coop early in the morning to pick up the pieces and brought them to Fubao to eat, my old hen may have laid eggs, has Fubao woken up?"

Ma Yumin's smile was bright, and Su Aimin's eyes were full of love.

"Wake up, I'll give her a bath and play by myself!"

"Did you wash the malt cream?"

The two walked into the house while talking, and Su Aiguo, who was sleeping on the kang, sat up in fright when he heard his sister-in-law's voice, and shouted loudly outside the door:

"Don't come in, I'm dressed."

"Wear yours! Nobody looks at you. ”

The spicy Ma Yumin shouted at the house, and quickly rolled up his sleeves and prepared to cook.

She has been at home for 18 years, although she has never cooked, but she has seen it, and today she will take Su Aimin and Su Aiguo as experiments, and let them taste her cooking skills.

In the house, Su Aiguo hurriedly put on his clothes, and Xiao Fubao tilted his head to look at the second uncle, thinking that he was teasing himself! Happy giggles, sweet laughter stained this dull morning with happiness.

"Little guy, is it a joke second uncle? Bite you. ”

Su Aiguo was not afraid after getting dressed, he leaned over and picked up Fubao, grabbed her little fat hand and put it to his mouth, pretending to bite.

"What are you doing? That big guy bullying my daughter? ”

As soon as the door rang, Ma Yumin glared at Su Aiguo with a small face.

"Sister-in-law, I'm playing with her!"

Su Aiguo looked at his sister-in-law with tears and laughter, why did he think that she was more fond of Fubao than himself and his eldest brother?

"Scare me Fubao."

Ma Yumin glanced at him, and then clapped at Fu Bao with a smile:

"Fubao, do you miss your mother? Come, mother's hug. ”

"Sister-in-law, let me be rare for a while."

Su Aiguo looked at Ma Yumin depressedly, he had just picked up Fubao, the little guy was very fragrant and milky, and someone cut off his beard before he kissed it.

"Did you brush your teeth and wash your face? What should I do if I smoke my blessing? ”

Ma Yumin shook his big braids and trained his uncle violently.

"Yes, the two of you have a tone, one is afraid that my beard will be tied to Fubao, and the other is afraid that my breath will be smoked to Fubao, Fubao, the second uncle's life is so bitter!"

Su Aiguo grabbed Fubao's little hand and complained to her with a sad look in his eyes.

I knew that he proposed to adopt Fubao at the beginning, but the second uncle was not as powerful as his father.

Ma Yumin successfully snatched Fu Bao over, looked at Fu Bao's smiling face and was in a good mood, and immediately smiled when she heard the complaint of the little uncle, and became a considerate sister-in-law in seconds:

"Go wash your face, and my sister-in-law will fry eggs for you in a while."

"Come on, there's an egg to eat."

Su Aiguo jumped off the kang and happily went out of the house to wash his face.

In the kitchen, Su Aimin was making malt cream, and when he saw his younger brother coming out, he said with a smile:

"Patriotic, and hot water! Let's wash my face! ”

"Oh, it's so warm! Why am I so happy, I have a good brother, a good sister-in-law and a good niece! ”

Su Aiguo smiled with emotion, and took the basin and shook it into the kitchen.

"Okay, don't be skinny, wash it quickly, I made noodles last night, and I will steam the nest head for a while, and you will eat it on the road."

Su Aimin glared at his younger brother, he didn't like his ruffian appearance, and said that he entered the house with a milk bottle.

Su Aiguo scooped water to wash his face, and after washing his face, he thought of an important thing, put the towel on the shelf, and began to rummage in the kitchen.

When Su Aimin came out of the house, he saw his younger brother pouring out all the pickles in the jar and brushing them there! Puzzled, he asked: "Patriotic, what are you doing with the pickle jar?" ”

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