He saw Song Xiaomian look in the backyard several times, and was worried that if she sneaked in while he was not paying attention, he would have to spend a lot of time explaining if he found them.

They bowed their heads and said they knew.

Song Xiaomian actually just wanted to go to the backyard to see these vegetables, and had no other ideas at all, but Uncle Zhou had planned for the worst, she had to keep looking for the roots, and simply found a reason to drive her out of the Zhou Mansion, which could be regarded as solving a troublesome matter for the master.

Song Cuiling saw that her sister had not returned, she became anxious, thinking that her sister used to care for herself so much, and if she didn't have her, she wouldn't know what she would become.

She quarreled with her sister last night, and she was also angry, blaming her sister for not helping her.

Calm down and think about it, in fact, my sister is reasonable, she is too obstinate.

She paced around the house, afraid that Uncle Zhou would come to her sister again after a while, and once she thought that her sister might be caught by the servants outside, she couldn't stop being irritable.

Song Xiaomian sat on the steps outside the house, the door was closed, she didn't know what Cui Ling was doing inside, she thought, since she dared to lie, she had to let her suffer the consequences.

The more Song Cuiling thought about it, the more wrong it became, thinking that it was better to quickly find Brother Shen and tell him the truth.

She ran to the door, pulled it open, and ran out.

Song Xiaomian sat there and heard the sound of her opening the door, but she didn't expect her to move so fast, and Song Cuiling didn't walk seriously, as soon as she raised her foot, she was tripped by her leg on the steps, and with a bang, she fell forward and fell to the ground heavily.

"Ouch, it hurts me." Song Cuiling screamed, she just wanted to go out, who was so vicious to deliberately trip her.

Seeing this, Song Xiaomian slowly stood up, wrinkled her forehead and looked at her sister lying on the ground, she was so reckless, how could she rest assured that she would stay alone? Alas, it seems that she can only take her with her before she is married.

Song Cuiling opened her eyes wide and thought about scolding, and when she saw Song Xiaomian staring at herself condescendingly, she was overjoyed and said, "Sister is you." ”

Song Xiaomian nodded and didn't speak, she had been thinking about the awkwardness between her and Cui Ling, if she didn't apologize to herself first, whether she would speak first.

Now that she had spoken, she hadn't mentioned what had happened last night, and she still had something to worry about.

Song Cuiling saw that her sister looked like she was ignoring herself, she said with a bitter face: "Sister, you see that I have fallen like this, and you don't pull me, are you still angry about what happened last night?" I, I don't make you angry anymore, I listen to you, you can do what you say. ”

Song Cuiling is more sleek, she is very good at reading people's faces, after seeing Song Xiaomian, she is even more sure that she can't do without her sister, if her sister is not around, she is not familiar with life, these people are not allowed to bully her.

Especially out of the Zhou Mansion, the people outside are even more ferocious, and she will be arrested by the officials, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Hmph." Song Xiaomian turned her face away, but still didn't reach out to pull her.

Song Cuiling waited and didn't see her supporting herself, she had to get up by herself, and then she approached Song Xiaomian and took her hand, and said very cautiously: "Sister, I'm really sorry, you think about me everywhere, but I only care about playing with my temper, can you forgive me?" My mother is dead, you are the only person in the world who loves me, and I will never be willful again. Song Cuiling looked at her eagerly with a pair of eyes, and she really wanted her understanding.

"If you me off again, I'll be gone, regardless of your life or death." Song Xiaomian was very angry and said, she just didn't let her worry.

"Sister, I listen to you, I definitely won't make you angry again, you laugh at it, you laugh at it before I'm sure you're not angry." Song Cuiling was like an innocent child, and said coquettishly to Song Xiaomian.

Song Xiaomian rolled her eyes, but she didn't listen to her.

"Okay, sister is not angry, let's go and help Uncle Zhou cook." Song Cuiling saw her expression soften, and the big stone in her heart fell to the ground.

Song Xiaomian was carried by her, looking unwilling, but she still decided to give her sister a chance to see if her stinky temper could get rid of it.

Uncle Zhou thought that the sisters would quarrel, after all, it was Song Cuiling who lied before, and when he saw the two of them walking together, he thought he was dazzled.

"Uncle Zhou, my sister and I are here to help cook, if you have something to do, just go and leave the kitchen to us." Song Cuiling spoke out first, she was actually afraid that Zhou Bo would mention her lies.

"Oh, I'm in the kitchen watching you cook." Uncle Zhou was not polite, so he moved a stool and sat down on the side, wanting to observe their abilities.

Song Xiaomian didn't talk much nonsense, after entering the kitchen, he started to burn the fire, and then got up to wash the vegetables, busy in and out.

Song Cuiling thought that she couldn't be idle, although she couldn't do it, she had to pretend to help so that Uncle Zhou couldn't look down on her.

She wanted to help wash the vegetables, but she plucked all the leaves and made them into pieces.

Uncle Zhou shook his head at it, and saw that she was a raw hand.

Song Xiaomian was afraid that she would help more and more, so she said, "You can sit and burn the fire." ”

"Sister, I can also chop vegetables, I'll cut the meat, right?" Song Cuiling strives to perform more.

"Okay, you have a kitchen knife."

Song Xiaomian also wanted to take the opportunity to hone her and handed her the kitchen knife.

Song Cuiling took it, and the heavy kitchen knife almost bent her arm.

Her little face was wrinkled, but she gritted her teeth and picked up a piece of chicken to cut.

Who knew that she didn't hold the position well this time, and the knife fell on her fingertips.

"Ouch, it hurts, sister, my hand is bleeding." She threw the knife on the ground and cried out with a sad face.

Song Xiaomian was already standing behind her, and when she threw down the kitchen knife, she almost hit her foot.

With Cui Ling's clumsy appearance, not to mention that Shen Luofan was unwilling to take her in, she didn't want her to lose her face.

If you can't hold a kitchen knife steadily, you can't take care of your own people, so how can you take care of others, won't that add trouble to others?

"Sister, it hurts." Song Cuiling groaned again.

"I'll take a look, you go outside and find a piece of cloth to bandage it, and then come in and continue to burn the fire, and I'll cut this meat." Song Xiaomian pulled her aside, and she didn't get used to her, bandaging this kind of small thing should be done by herself, unlike before, when she cried, she panicked, as if she had done something wrong.

"Sister, I won't, won't you help me bandage it?" Song Cuiling saw that the blood kept flowing, and when she heard her sister say this, she felt even more chilled.

"You're almost ten years old, you have to learn to take care of yourself, otherwise what will you do if your sister is not around? Go ahead, put some mud and cover it first, and then wrap it with a strip of cloth. Song Xiaomian believes that this is the fastest way.

Uncle Zhou finally looked at her with admiration, she didn't look like Song Cuiling, she cried and cried at the slightest thing, and she was always competing to perform, but she couldn't do anything.

"Sister, I don't understand, and besides, it really hurts, can you help me?" Song Cuiling said coquettishly, her little face twisted into a hemp rope, as if she had been chopped up by someone.

"No, handle your own affairs by yourself, you go quickly, don't get in the way of my work." Song Xiaomian turned her heart sideways, if she was not ruthless at this time, she would harm her.

Song Cuiling wiped a handful of tears and ran out, she was heartbroken, her sister didn't love her anymore, and she asked her to deal with the wound by herself, how could she understand.

Song Xiaomian didn't care about her, just that mouth, as long as she stuffed some mud on it, the bleeding would stop in less than a minute. Thinking that she had endured so many beatings with sticks for her before, and she was covered in scars, she would have died years ago if she couldn't bear it.

She bent down, picked up the kitchen knife, wiped the clothes on her body, fixed the meat in her left hand, held the knife in her right hand, bang, bang, and began to chop the meat!

Zhou Bo looked at the thick cutting board under her tossing hard, making a loud noise, if people who didn't know, they thought she was chopping pig food.

But her eyes are sharp, and she is very accurate when she looks at the meat, and every time she goes down, she is even more ruthless, and the knife falls and the flesh breaks.

Uncle Zhou saw that she was standing up straight, and her gestures were sharp, feeling like a practitioner.

However, according to what he learned from his son, she didn't know how to work, only knew that she had been bullied in the Song family, got up early every day and worked in the dark, couldn't eat enough and didn't sleep well, and was repeatedly beaten by Song Xiaosui and others.

She was timid and afraid and didn't dare to refute, she just worked in obscurity, and she didn't dare to talk to anyone after being greatly wronged.

The girl in front of her is different, she is very bold, and the aura exuded by her body is more like the atmosphere of everyone's lady, and she feels incompatible with Song Xiaomian in the description.

Song Xiaomian cut the chicken, turned around to look at the fire in the stove, and saw that it was burning vigorously, so she quickly put the chicken in the pot, took the spatula and began to stir-fry, and when the fragrance came, she put some water in it, flattened the chicken, and covered the lid.

She saw Uncle Zhou idle on the side, so she said, "Uncle Zhou, come over and help light the fire." ”

Zhou Bo was stunned, she dared to call herself directly, it was really unkind.

"Hurry up, don't blame me if the chicken is dull for too long if the heat is low, I'll get some celery and fry it, otherwise I won't ask you to help." She explained.

Uncle Zhou saw her change his hand and took celery to cut, so he had to go over to help.

"You're not worried about your sister?" He asked, staring at her back.

"What's there to worry about with such a small mouth, no one can die anyway." Song Xiaomian didn't reply, didn't she shed less blood before, didn't she live well.

"She said she wouldn't bandage." Zhou Bo still stared at her.

"She won't go to school, no one is born with it, she will be ten years old in a month, and a ten-year-old girl is still like a two-year-old child, I don't want her to be a giant baby." Song Xiaomian had already cut the celery, put it on the plate, and poured it in when the chicken was ready to fry again.

"What giant baby?" Zhou Bo said he didn't understand.