Lu Jiu looked down and saw that there were two big steamed buns with two noodles, she pinched them, they were very fluffy and soft, two hard-boiled eggs, and a small plate of meat dishes.

I have to say that the meal with Wowotou wild vegetable porridge is simply one day and one place.

Lu Jiu then remembered that Lu Jiumei never ate big pot rice, and her three meals a day were all small stoves.

The old lady sat next to Lu Jiu, and the head of the small basket was placed in front of her.

This is the rule of the old Lu family, only the old lady can share the food.

The rules are very simple, strong labor is a nest head for a meal, women only have half a nest head, and children only have a third of the nest heads.

Because the wowotou is steamed very large, it can basically be eaten.

After dividing the nest, the old lady spoke: "Let's eat!" ”

Everyone began to eat, but San Lang stared directly at the food in front of Lu Jiu, he looked at the black and hard nest head in his hand, and then looked at the two white and yellow steamed buns in front of Lu Jiu, and directly stretched out his black little paws and picked up the steamed buns.

Before the result could be put in her mouth, the old lady's chopsticks knocked over.

San Lang subconsciously let go of his hand, the steamed bun fell on the table, he pouted, wow, and cried.

I couldn't breathe when I cried.

"What are you crying about, howling and mourning?" The old lady picked up the chopsticks and hit San Lang's head, and knocked on San Lang's head in a few clicks, and the old lady was very angry: "Your aunt hasn't come back for a few months, and the thief is so fat, blatantly robbing your aunt's things, little rabbit cub!" ”

The Zhao family, who was anxious to protect his son, hurriedly hugged San Lang in his arms, his face was very distressed, but his hand was twisted to him, and his tone was a little yin and yang: "You don't know what your identity is, you just have a rotten life, where can you compare to your aunt Jingui, she is Miss Qianjin, we are slaves, it is a pity to die, you still dare to rob her things, do you not want to live, I will kill you!" ”

"Mother, don't fight, I hurt ......" San Lang grinned in pain, and kept avoiding Zhao's hand, but her whole body was pressed in her arms, and she could only be pinched bruised, crying with her teeth.

"Old man, it seems that the lesson just now is not enough!" The old lady stood up directly, and a big-eared melon seed hit Zhao's face who had just been beaten: "Damn stirrger, I sincerely don't let my old daughter have a good time, I have to beat you to death!" ”

The farce at the dinner table made Lu Jiu physically and mentally exhausted.

When the old lady cleaned up people, everyone was in danger, and no one dared to intercede at all, and only her old daughter had this right.

"Mother, stop fighting!"

Lu Jiu finally pulled the old lady back to her seat and sat down.

The old lady looked at the two women who were hugging and crying with a dark face, and she couldn't wait for a few more big-eared melon seeds, only in this way could she be honest.

Lu Jiu was so hungry that he was about to have stomach cramps, so he could only hold the old lady's arm and coquettishly: "Mother, I'm hungry, can I eat?" ”

As soon as the old lady heard that Lu Jiu was hungry, she immediately changed her face, and her eyes were kind: "Then hurry up and eat, or my mother will feed you......"

"I don't need this, I'll do it myself."

Lu Jiu was a little embarrassed, feeling that he had become a newborn baby again.

She broke the steamed bun that fell on the table into several pieces, and handed it to San Lang first, with gentle eyes: "San Lang is good, my aunt will give you ...... food"