People use their pots and stoves, that is, to burn some firewood, and give steamed buns and sausages, and Ma Song's daughter-in-law also knows that her family has taken a big advantage.

So as soon as Shen Yiyi came out, she hurriedly took the initiative to come over to help brush the pot and light the fire.

Shen Yiyi added a scoop of water to the pot, put the pot plug, and the utensils for the steamed buns and sausages were the aluminum lunch boxes she brought herself.

Ma Song's daughter-in-law knew at a glance that they, the city people, must be disgusted with their dirty countryside and unwilling to use their rice bowls.

Looking at Shen Xiaomei, who dislikes their family so much, thinking that Mayor Shen is also a good person, Ma Song's daughter-in-law kept struggling in her heart.

Ma Song's daughter-in-law lowered her head and burned the fire silently, not knowing whether to tell Shen Xiaomei about her sister-in-law's mother-in-law's calculation of Mayor Shen.

The mother-in-law also expects the sister-in-law to marry into the city to live a good life, and then she can help the family.

Thinking about it this way, she felt that she still shouldn't have said it.

But in case the calculation failed, she saw that Shen Xiaomei was not the kind of person who was easy to talk to, and besides, they gave it back to their family......

Shen Yiyi put the steamed sausages into the two big lunch boxes, then put them on the pot, covered the pot, and the rest was to burn the fire.

"Sister-in-law, I'll come, you've been busy all day, go and rest."

Ma Song's daughter-in-law numbly let go of the position in front of the stove pit, but did not leave immediately, but stood aside, pulling her clothes all the time.

Doesn't this person have something to say to her?

Shen Yiyi also saw that Ma Song's daughter-in-law seemed to want to say something to her, but it seemed difficult to speak.

Borrow money? Borrowing food?

If you can't speak, it's nothing more than these two things.

However, looking at her and sneaking around, she always looked into the east house where her in-laws lived, and with her little daughter-in-law, who was afraid of men and in-laws, it seemed that she would not borrow money and food from them in private.

The two children were full of pimple soup, and when they thought that they would have steamed buns and sausages to eat tomorrow morning, they all happily gathered around Shen Yiyi.

The two children are here, and Ma Song's daughter-in-law will not leave immediately, maybe she will talk about it when the ideological struggle on her side is done.

Shen Yiyi smiled and pulled the three or four-year-old over with a smile, and then with the help of the cover of his trouser pocket, he took out a few pieces of fruit candy from the space and handed them over: "You tell your aunt, tomorrow morning's big white steamed buns, as well as sausages, who will eat them, and my pieces of candy will be yours." ”

The child stared at the fruit candy in Shen Yiyi's hand, then looked at the already steaming pot, sucked his saliva, and didn't know how to answer, these pieces of candy would not be taken back by his aunt.

"Erlian, what does Aunt Shen ask you about, say, who will you eat." Ma Song's daughter-in-law pushed her son a little anxiously.

"So your name is Erlian? Oh, you look so good, why don't you call the second handsome. Shen Yiyi said, and pinched the little face of the second leash rarely.

Although Ma Song's daughter-in-law has a dishful face, and I don't know if she is born with a sad appearance, she looks good when she goes to these two things.

The two little boys look very much like their mothers, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, if they are fatter, they will definitely look better.

Children know best what is good, who is really good to him, they are even more sensitive than adults.

Seeing that this foreign aunt didn't dislike him, Erlian hugged him, and immediately replied in a milky voice: "My father said that he had to be on a leash, otherwise my brother and I would run away." ”

"Ah, I see, then your brother must be called Da Lian?"

"It's not." Erlianjie immediately retorted, "My brother's name is Lianzhu." ”