A look of disappointment appeared on the sister-in-law's face.

"Why can't you eat it?" Jiang Yuan next to him also asked curiously.

"Chestnuts are easy to flatulence and indigestible, you are young, your stomach is more delicate, and the day after tomorrow at noon will be made for you to eat, so that in the afternoon you can run and jump, and you can digest it almost." Jiang Zhimian said.

Gufu didn't forget to tell Jiang Zhimian, "Third sister, then at noon the day after tomorrow, you must remember it!" ”

"Okay." Jiang Zhimian smiled and nodded.

After speaking, she went back to the room with the clay pot, and also learned from Chi Mohan, and put it in the cabinet, double moisture-proof, so as not to spoil the chestnuts.

Then, take out the rabbit fur and start rolling it into strips.

Old Lady Jiang came over with small steps, her face full of eagerness.

"Heart, liver, are you alright? I just heard Brother Shu say that that dog son is coming to trouble you again! ”

Jiang Zhimian wanted to give himself a pestle.

Why did she forget to tell her eldest brother not to leak this matter?

Now it's okay, it's known by the milk-milk!

"Milk, I'm fine, I have my eldest brother and younger brothers to protect me, and besides, the owner of Zuo Zhuang is also here, so I took Zuo Weirou away." Jiang Zhimian helped the old lady sit down and quickly explained.

Seeing the old lady stretching out her hand, she rolled up her sleeves in a special way, "Look, I'm really not injured." ”

Mrs. Jiang still covered her chest, "The wounds on the body can be seen, and the scolding into the mouth of the heart, what should I do?" ”

Jiang Zhimian: ......

Not really, milk-milk, really not!

"Don't worry, who dares to scold me, I'm not easy to bully." Jiang Zhimian continued to be relieved.

To put it mildly, Mrs. Jiang breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Zhimian told her again, "Milk, people don't call it a dog son, it's called a dog, and you can't call it that, it's called that when you are a father, you call it Miss Zuo, you know?" ”

"Then call it a dog thing, she is against you, that is, against me, against me, only worthy of calling a dog thing." Mrs. Jiang was very stubborn.

Turning his head and catching a glimpse of the golden rabbit fur on the table, he was instantly attracted to his attention, "Mianmian, where did you buy it from?" ”

"I dyed it myself, using rabbit fur from my second aunt's family, isn't it beautiful?" Jiang Zhimian handed some of it to her.

Mrs. Jiang touched and touched, "It's beautiful!" ”

Then he asked, "Mianmian, what are you doing with this?" ”

"Make a little thing." Jiang Zhimian replied, and continued to be busy with his hands.

Seeing that the baby Mianmian looked so serious, Mrs. Jiang instantly felt like a great enemy.

"Stretch...... Are you supposed to ...... It's going to give it away, right? ”

Jiang Zhimian was stunned, "Milk, how do you know?" ”

She's just going to make it and give it to the customers who buy it.

Milk really understands her!

Jiang Zhimian didn't look up, and naturally she didn't see the distress on Mrs. Jiang's face.

It's over!

Mianmian is going to send something to Chi Mohan.

Such a good piece of rabbit fur dyed golden yellow, and it has to be made into a gadget, what a delicate thought.

Isn't it something that is sent, even if it is a token of love?

Mrs. Jiang felt that her analysis was reasonable.

When she was a girl, didn't she also give Old Man Jiang a purse?

And then......

Mrs. Jiang didn't dare to think about it, so she hurriedly stopped Jiang Zhimian.

"Mianmian, listen to the milk, let's stop making this Laoshzi thing, what's the point, let's go out and buy you jewelry, how about it?"