Jiang Lin didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Young minds are fragile and can't withstand the ravages of memories.

And Jiang Zhimian also felt that there was no need to listen to it.

After listening to Zuo Weirou's words just now, and watching her reaction, I knew that my previous conjecture was wrong.

If the person Chi Mohan wanted to marry was Zuo Weirou, there would be no conversation just now.

The mood is actually much lighter.

"Then Miss Zuo is waiting for him to understand you, I'm still rushing home for dinner, bye." Jiang Zhimian waved his hand at her.

And Zuo Weirou was still struggling with what she had just said.

When he reacts, where is the shadow of Jiang Zhimian and Jiang Lin in front of him?

"Miss, let's go back, if you let the owner know that you are against Miss Jiang, you will definitely have to apologize again." Cuicui walked out from the side and cautiously reminded Zuo Weirou.

Zuo Weirou's eyes were cold, "What did you just call that dead girl?" ”

Cuicui shuddered, "Jiang Xiao...... Dead girl, miss, let's not get along with the dead girl, let's go back. ”

"Since it's a dead girl, what are you afraid of, go, ask me about the path of this dead girl!" Zuo said softly.

A little girl in the village can actually afford to live in a leisurely home in the town.

Where does this money come from?

Maybe it was given by my father!

But as for what is the relationship between Jiang Zhimian and her father, she has to check to find out.

Cuicui on the side was still hesitating, and heard Zuo Weirou threaten again, "If you can't find it, I'll send you to Yihong Courtyard and pick up guests every day!" ”

"Woo woo, miss, I'll go now."

Cuicui was frightened and quickly trotted away.

Zuo Weirou snorted coldly again, and then turned around and walked home.

Today can be regarded as Jiang Zhimian reminding her.

She has to dress up beautifully when she goes out in the future, so that if she meets Chi Mohan, she will make his eyes shine, and then he will like herself.

And this one, Jiang Zhimian and Jiang Lin went home.

Take the lo-mei you bought back to the stove room and hand it over to Zhu Ruyi, who is cooking today.

"Mianmian, next time you let your second brother bring it in, it's so oily, it's greasy all over your hands, go wash it with pancreas, it's time for us to eat." Zhu Ruyi said.

Jiang Zhimian laughed, "The second brother went to the backyard to help me squeeze aloe vera juice, if the eldest aunt feels sorry for me, hurry up and find me a sister-in-law, so that my sister-in-law can help me get it." ”

said this in order to test Zhu Ruyi's attitude towards Lin Miaomiao, and to find a suitable way to persuade her.

Now, hearing this, a trace of sorrow flashed in Zhu Ruyi's eyes, and he reluctantly squeezed out a smile.

"It's okay to let Jiang Yuan and them help you work, a few of them are willing to help you work."

avoided talking about it, but there was no anger, it seemed that for Jiang Lin's choice, there was only helplessness and worry, and he didn't say too much to obstruct it.

In other words, Zhu Ruyi knew that it was useless to block it.

Then Zhu Ruyi is a lot easier to persuade here.

As for the old lady Jiang who is in charge......

We'll have to look again.

Thinking about it, Jiang Zhimian retracted his thoughts, ran to the water tank outside the stove room to wash his hands, rubbing his pancreas, always feeling astringent and uncomfortable in his hands.

In ancient times, pancreas were made from pig pancreas and plant ash, which was extremely alkaline and easy to wash off the oil on your hands.

But this thing also has disadvantages, the alkalinity is too heavy, and the skin will be damaged if the skin is tender or the number of times you wash your hands too often.

In winter, the skin will be too thin and cracked.

At this point, you have to come up with something else to remedy it......