Maybe everyone is not used to having Tian Xinmiao in this family, Ruan Yongsheng, Wu and Ruan Haoming completely ignored Tian Xinmiao who was standing at the small table during the conversation.

Tian Xinmiao tugged at the corners of her mouth slightly, and the expression on her face changed to a cautious one, before she said weakly: "Dad, mother, I-"

Ruan Yongsheng, who looked at the door of the hall with a bitter face, and Wu, who turned around to cook again, seemed to be startled, and looked at them with surprise.

The corners of Tian Xinmiao's mouth couldn't help twitching again, it seems that as long as this Sun family wanders around like this, it can deeply affect everyone's hearts.

Wu reacted first, hurriedly turned around and walked to Tian Xinmiao's side, and said, "Xinmiao, it's okay, your grandmother will come to serve dinner every Saturday, and my mother forgot to tell you to cook more-"

At this point, Wu couldn't go on any longer.

Pork is just like that, how can it be said that you can do more.

The two bowls of braised pork and stewed potatoes just now, if it weren't for the fact that the daughter-in-law here was afraid that she would not have enough to eat and added more artichokes, I am afraid that she would not even have those two bowls.

Wu Shi's face welled up with embarrassment, and he pulled the corners of his mouth bitterly, "Xinmiao, it's not your fault, you don't have to care about it in your heart." ”

"Mother, I—I didn't mean that."

Tian Xinmiao seemed to be unusually hesitant and entangled, her eyes blinked a few times, and finally she continued to speak as if she had made a lot of determination: "Mother, just now Haoyan told me that grandma will come to serve delicious food every Saturday, and every time she will take half of it, I want to scoop it directly into two parts, one grandma will take away, and the other will be left for us to eat——"

Speaking of this, Tian Xinmiao frowned in embarrassment, looked at Wu, opened his mouth a few times but failed to speak.

Looking at Tian Xinmiao's embarrassed and tangled expression, Wu felt unbearable and distressed, "Xinmiao, you did the right thing, my mother didn't expect your grandmother to take it all away." ”

"Mother, I, I-" Tian Xinmiao tried to raise her slightly drooping head, as if she was ready to receive Wu's reproach, and said: "Mother, I saw that there were not a few pieces of meat in the middle of the artichoke before it was served, and I was worried that my grandmother would take it all, so I quietly hid half of the noodles that were reconciled with me, and divided the other half into two bowls and brought it over. ”

Tian Xinmiao was a little anxious, took a slight breath, and continued to speak before the Wu family, who was looking at her with a surprised face, said: "Mother, I know that I am not doing this right, but I have also lived in the school, and I know the desire to nibble on dry cakes, drink boiling water in an enamel jar, and look forward to going home for a delicious meal every day——"

Tian Xinmiao's tone became weaker and weaker, and he gradually lowered his raised head, "And grandma, grandpa, they ate a lot of meat when I married Haocheng and me, and they also drank mutton soup, I think it should be okay to eat less this meal!" ”

Wu looked at the top of Tian Xinmiao's head hanging low in front of him, and his heart couldn't help but be sour, "Xinmiao, you-"

Tian Xinmiao hurriedly raised his head, there seemed to be a faint wetness in his eyes, but his eyes were a little resolute, "Mother, I know I was wrong, I shouldn't be unfilial to my grandfather and grandmother, you can scold or beat Xinmiao, but Xinmiao begs you not to send the half of the braised pork stewed potatoes I hid to my grandparents, okay?" ”

After speaking, the wetness in Tian Xinmiao's eyes slid down, and he bent his legs and prepared to kneel.

Speaking of eating dry cakes in the school, Tian Xinmiao remembered that in order to make her eat better at school, her grandmother used the sesame oil that was not much at home to make oil cakes for her, and boiled the noodles into fried noodles sprinkled with sugar.

She thought that her grandmother could eat well at home, but once she went home early during the holiday, but when she found that her grandmother was eating vegetable noodles without a drop of oil, she realized that in addition to selling the flax at home for money, the rest of the oil was made for her oil cakes and fried noodles.