Qian Peiying came to Song Fusheng's side after eating, and said with a slightly flattering face: "Huh? It is said that if you eat that tonic kidney, you really don't want to eat some? ”

Song Fusheng waved his hand in disgust: "Go, go, don't talk to me." ”

"Look at you, what do you eat? There was no food in the stomach, and everyone else had finished eating. ”

Song Fusheng didn't want to eat anything.

He felt helpless, and no one could empathize with his psychological shadow. Listening to the family snorting the fragrance of snake meat, the smacking sound, the scalp is fried.

Just let him look at the rain and drink the wind at this moment, he wants to be alone.

Song Fusheng felt lonely, the carnival of a group of people eating snake meat in the cave was his loneliness, and his daughter-in-law was very interesting to accompany him.

"Hey," this is Qian Peiying.

Song Fuling vomited next to her mother: "Vomit!" ”

The two of them vomited like a game.

Song Fusheng was in a hurry, and after filming this and that: "You see, I said I can't eat it, what's wrong!" ”

Song Ling's eyes were red, she kept shaking her head, and then pointed to the hole, meaning: It's not snake meat, it's not that you can't eat that, it's ...... "vomit, vomit!" "Can't remember.

Song Fusheng wondered, the two snakes dared to eat, what was wrong? Everyone else is quite normal, but something is wrong with his daughter-in-law.

Gao Tu and Qian Mishou gave him the answer.

Gao Tu's face was a little inexplicable: "I didn't expect them to be afraid of rats, so let me see them." ”

Qian Mishou grabbed Song Fusheng's hand: "Uncle, what I saw was not an ordinary mouse, but a small mouse." ”

The high butcher responded: "Well, isn't this Xifa and people to catch a few big mountain rats, but I didn't expect to use the cage to come back and divide my family's one to give birth, and when I entered the hole, I gave birth to a litter of twelve small ones." ”

Qian Mishou hurriedly said: "Just my hand," feeling that his hand was too small, he grabbed Song Fusheng's right hand and spread it out:

"I can't do it, just my uncle's hand, twelve little mice are just loaded in the palm of his hand, very small one, twelve, he dips it and eats it."

After speaking, he pointed to the high butcher like an accusation, and Qian Mi Shouxue made the sound of the little mouse being dipped in sauce by the high butcher:

"Clamp it up with chopsticks, sandwich it in the middle, I heard it so bright, and the little mouse immediately squeaked. After finishing it, he dipped the sauce in his mouth and bit it, and he bit it directly, and the red and white little mouse made a loud squeak, and his sister ran out, and his aunt vomited. ”

Hiccup, Song Fusheng, who couldn't vomit, suddenly hiccuped.

His mother fell four big heels and rushed to the top of the rain, did she really ask them to come back to eat meat?

The four of them threw up until their legs cramped and went back to the tent.

Wilting one by one.

I fell softly under the quilt with the rumbling thunder outside, and I couldn't sleep again, and I couldn't fall asleep with my eyes open.

"Mother, brush your teeth?" Song Lingling asked lying on her back.

"What kind of teeth to brush, waste toothpaste, rinse your mouth."

Song Fuling paused: "Okay." ”

At this moment, Mrs. Ma came again despite the rainstorm, and this time her eldest son accompanied her.

When she got under the tree, the old lady was just about to order her eldest son to go up the tree, but she really couldn't climb it, and she couldn't listen to the shouting, so Song Fucai pulled the rope when she got closer.

The jingling sound sounded, and it was a small doorbell that Song Fusheng had made improvised by filling stones in beer cans after drinking.

The curtain was immediately pulled open from the inside.

Mrs. Ma: "......"

Is it that simple? Shake and shake, jingle and call people, so why did she have to climb a tree before, why didn't she look at it?

"Mother, big brother, why are you here again, you are not afraid of the cold when you toss back and forth. Quick, come up, I'll wipe you with a handkerchief. ”

Song Fucai refused: "No, my mother's porridge will be brought to you." ”

As she spoke, Mrs. Ma took out a clay pot from her arms.

Song Fusheng could imagine that the jar must be hot when opened, his mother was so picky, and he deliberately boiled porridge, and covered it with his heart, he was moved: "Mother." ”

Mrs. Ma waved her hand with a bored face: "Hurry up and let's go, I'm gritting my teeth and stomping my feet to take you for nothing, and I'm sorry for me if I spit it out again." ”

It's really distressing for white rice, and it's really distressing to death.

Mrs. Ma doesn't know that there is a modern word called hypocrisy, and she will definitely say this word:

How many of you are a little hypocritical, right? If you don't eat snake meat, you will vomit it when you see rat meat, who will you spit it out to? That's really a city guy! I still didn't starve you, and when I was hungry, the bark had to be gnawed, and the mud had to be eaten.