Jiang Hai was lighting the fire while discussing with his father.

"Dad, I want to send some ribs to Tian Zhiming and them in a while." After Jiang Hai finished speaking, he looked at his father cautiously.

For fear that his father would not agree, he hurriedly said the reason.

"Tian Zhiming said to send us sweet rice in a while, Gao Zhuang also sent fried mackerel, Lin You said to send fried lotus root, Li Dapeng said to send jujube cake, and Qi Mei also said to give flower buns."

Jiang Hai said all the reasons in one go.

Jiang Huai looked at his son expressionlessly for a while before saying, "According to this delivery method, there are not enough ribs at home!" ”

Jiang Hai immediately hung his head, burned the fire sullenly, and stopped talking.

Jiang Huai's tone changed: "You go to the market to buy a pork rib again!" ”

Jiang Hai's eyes lit up instantly.

"Dad~"

Jiang Huai looked at his son with a look of surprise on his face, and calmly poured a basin of cold water.

"The money to buy ribs is deducted from your pocket money!"

Jiang Hai is still happy, there is food and drink at home, what pocket money does he want, and since he married his little stepmother, does he still have pocket money?

Whether there is or not all of them are the same!

"Dad, I'll buy it, you give the money~" Jiang Hai stretched out his hand playfully and cutely.

Jiang Huai: "I'm going with your stepmother." ”

The river elevates the leg and runs.

Jiang Huai glanced at him angrily, stuffed the fallen firewood into the stove, and continued to chop the ribs.

Wang Xiangwen cleaned up the fish in a few clicks, and confidently checked it a few times to prevent a piece of fish scales from being left on it.

"Sister, braised or sweet and sour?" Wang Xiangwen roared through the door and asked.

Sun Qing put down the book and smashed his mouth: "There is no taste in my mouth recently, sweet and sour~"

I didn't think about it until I finished speaking, what kind of question is this?

immediately glared at Wang Xiangwen: "Do you want to braise me, or sweet and sour me?" ”

Wang Xiangwen smiled: "I was in a hurry, I didn't say everything." ”

Sun Qing immediately corrected: "You have to treat your sister and me like a customer." Coaxed your sister, you can get any kind of big order in the future, you know? In the last sentence, she directly reprimanded.

Wang Xiangwen hurriedly remembered that he met an acquaintance in the county two days ago, and the man said that he would not recognize him soon.

He also said that he had changed a lot, and he didn't look like the people in the village anymore.

Wang Xiangwen knew in his heart that these were all the credit of his sister. His sister usually speaks, although she is a little straighter, but it is all for his good.

"Sister, fish, are we braised or sweet and sour?" Wang Xiangwen asked again.

Sun Qing looked at him with disgust: "Sweet and sour." ”

Wang Xiangwen hurriedly went to do it.

The front foot is Wang Xiangwen, and the back foot is one who asks for money.

"Sister Qingqing, my dad asked me to use the money with you to buy ribs." Jiang Hai said with a flattering face.

Sun Qing said angrily: "If you eat again, you will be eaten into a ball, and when the time comes, it will not be called Jianghai, but Fat Dahai!" ”

Jiang Hai's psychology is already very strong now, no matter what Sun Qing says, the smile on his face has not changed.

The hand is still stretched high.

After Sun Qing took out the money, he walked up to Jiang Hai like a thief, and said in a low voice, "Bring me two packs of shrimp crackers." ”

Jiang Hai looked embarrassed after hearing this: "My dad said that you won't be allowed to eat shrimp crackers." ”

Sun glared: "You are stupid, you won't let him know!" ”

Jiang Hai frowned and thought: "It's difficult, if my dad knows, he will definitely be the first to find me." I'm also very risky! ”

Sun Qing looked at Jiang Hai in disbelief: What a risky dog!

Do you know how to write the word risk?

Sun Qing silently lucked: "How much do you want?" ”

Jiang Hai quietly raised two fingers.

Sun Qing squinted at him: "Two? ”

Second, what kind of dog, egg?

Jiang Hai explained speechlessly: "Two yuan." ”

(End of chapter)