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Wang Huifang looked at Jiang Mi with a cold look in her eyes, pursed the corners of her mouth, seemed to be disdainful, and seemed to be smiling, and said in a light tone: "Since it is your granddaughter, then you have to call me grandma." But such a young child can be the master of the house, Brother Yang, you can really spoil the child. ”

Hey, you! What does it have to do with you who is in charge of our family?

As soon as Wang Huifang entered the door, these words made Jiang Mi feel uncomfortable. I think this Wang Huifang is also a superb, not to mention the gloomy atmosphere, when she is a guest at someone else's house, she also uses her tone to provoke people's diaphragm.

"Hey, Grandma Wang, you don't look old at all, except for the crow's feet at the corners of your eyes."

Who is Jiang Mi, obviously he will not honestly suffer dumb losses.

The ghost woman is gloomy, so she deliberately pretends to be naïve, but in fact she is sneering.

Wang Huifang's face changed when she heard this, and her fingers involuntarily touched the corners of her eyes, thinking that her crow's feet were still so obvious?

"Ahem, Jiang Mi, hurry up and give you the king...... Grandma Wang makes a pot of hot tea. Wang Huifang didn't agree to let the girl call her aunt, and Yang Bokang could only give her a grade increase in kindness.

It's just that this girl in his family is obviously not a vegetarian, and if she doesn't find something to do quickly, she doesn't know what she can say next.

In fact, Yang Bokang didn't like Wang Huifang's style very much. But this is the widow of a comrade-in-arms, and Lao Zheng asked himself before he died, so that he could take more care of himself. Yang Bokang can't show it even if he doesn't like it in his heart.

He originally planned to send Wang Gang to Linshi tomorrow to pick up Wang Huifang and the children to Qingcheng by car, but he didn't expect Wang Huifang to come by car with the children. As soon as he received a call from Wang Huifang from the station, he thought he had misheard.

This Wang Huifang doesn't seem to be simple.

He originally wanted to arrange for the other party to go to the army guest house, but Wang Huifang heard that he had a small courtyard in Qingcheng, so he insisted on staying at home.

There were four people at once, and no matter how much space there was in the house, it felt a little insufficient, at least two rooms had to be caught, and two rooms were not necessarily enough.

Yang Bokang was a little worried, and he didn't know how to tell Jiang Mi.

And now there is an Aunt Zhao in the family, as well as Jiang Yuanming.

Thinking of the son-in-law who was out of tune, the old cadre couldn't help but glance around, but he didn't see a figure, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Hey, where is Jiang Yuanming?

"Jiang Mi, where is your father?" Yang Bokang glanced into the room.

Li Lamei lay on the kang with her eyes closed and did not move, looking as if she was asleep.

Jiang Mi placed a few teacups on the living room table and poured tea into them. When he put away the teapot, he replied: "My dad is gone, and he went back to work in Lai County." ”

In front of Wang Huifang and the three strange teenagers of the Zheng family, no matter how thick-skinned she was, she was embarrassed to say that her father was scared away by her.

"Oh, went to work? Such a positive ......"

Yang Bokang was a little surprised, and he didn't think that his son-in-law still loved his work. There must be some reason.

But Jiang Mi didn't say it, so he didn't ask. The girl's family is thin-skinned, and he has to save face.

Wang Huifang looked up and down, left and right with critical eyes. Seeing that when Yang Bokang lifted the door curtain, there was a woman lying on the kang in the east house, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Wang Huifang had a plan before she came.

Wang Huifang knew from her husband's family letter that this General Yang Bokang had no wife. After her husband died, Yang Bokang went to her house to condole, and she had not moved her mind to remarry at that time.

However, without her husband, the family has no financial resources, she is weak, she can neither farm nor work, and her three children are all in school, and her husband's pension is not enough to spend, so she pondered Yang Bokang.

If she remarries Yang Bokang, all the difficulties will be solved.

She originally thought that as long as she was willing to do this, Yang Bokang would not be able to refuse. But he didn't expect Yang Bokang to take his daughter's family to Qingcheng.

And listening to Yang Bokang's statement, his daughter is still sick? Tsk, do you want her stepmother to wait for the evil seed left in the front room?

Wang Huifang felt a little unhappy in her heart. The expression on his face became more and more gloomy.

Seeing that Jiang Mi only poured tea but didn't give snacks, Wang Huifang felt that her family of four was despised and bullied.

Especially when she saw her son hungry and rushing to pour tea into his stomach, Wang Huifang's eyes instantly burst into tears.

"Brother Yang, I'd better go, I won't trouble you." Wang Huifang deliberately raised her tearful little face to show Yang Bokang.

"What's the matter? Don't cry big girl. It's like going to your own home, and it's not a hassle. ”

Seeing Wang Huifang's aggrieved look, Yang Bokang suddenly panicked.

"The poor family can't open the pot, so I still borrowed money to make up enough for the fare, and the children didn't eat along the way......"

Wang Huifang made a look of shame and shame, and slowly lowered her head.

When Yang Bokang heard this, he hurriedly beckoned Aunt Zhao and asked him to eat.

"Chief, the buns have just been cooked, and they will not be cooked until half a o'clock, or I will cook some noodles and let the guests be hungry first." Aunt Zhao wiped her hands with her apron as she walked out of the kitchen.

"Noodles will do the same." Yang Bokang waved his hand. Seeing Jiang Mi idle in the yard, he casually ordered: "Jiang Mi, go and help your Aunt Zhao cook noodles." ”

"Oh grandpa, how can I cook. I just know how to eat. ”

Jiang Mi didn't want to cook for Wang Huifang.

Li Jiahang was watering the spinach in the vegetable field on the west side of the yard, and when he heard Jiang Mi say this, he was afraid that Yang Bokang would be angry, so he hurriedly said: "Chief, I'll do it, this spinach is fresh, and it's just right to make fried pot noodles." ”

"It is not the local ...... who is diligent

Li Jiahang pinched the spinach and passed by Jiang Mi, and was glared at by the little girl.

The young man pursed his lips and lowered his head, hiding a smile in his eyes.

He likes to watch the little girl unscrupulously show her teeth and claws.

If he could, he hoped that he could spoil her so silently for the rest of his life, protect her, and guard her until he was old.

Li Jiahang's cooking skills look very good, as soon as the stewed noodles are on the table, Wang Huifang's son has no nose to eat, snoring and swallowing a bowl, snoring and swallowing a bowl, and he can't see the appearance of chewing.

Wang Huifang began to pretend to be reserved, stirring the noodles in the bowl with chopsticks, pretending to be disdainful, and slowly picking up noodles one by one.

But when she couldn't eat a few chopsticks, she found that a pot of noodles had been swallowed by her son, and she couldn't help but turn blue with anger.

Just about to throw chopsticks and lose her temper, she remembered that this was not her home, and her son was already looking at the noodles in her bowl, so he quickly lowered his head and ate noodles.

When the four of them finished eating, the uncle sat motionless in the chair, waiting for the official dinner to be served. Li Jiahang hurriedly came over and put the empty bowl on the table into the basin and took it away.

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