Ye Zimei was even more angry when she saw that Zhang Guixiang had stolen the most valuable malt milk essence in the family. went to the edge of the courtyard wall, picked up a broom, and beckoned to Zhang Guixiang's big buttocks.

Zhang Guixiang twisted her body and kept dodging, but her ass was still broomed, but she found an opportunity and ran out of the yard as soon as she slipped away.

I cried while running, but I didn't dare to cry out loud.

It's not because of the pain of being beaten, it's really that the malt milk essence that should belong to me didn't get it back, it's really distressing, and this heart is like dripping blood.

As soon as Zhang Guixiang ran, Ye Zimei pointed at her back and scolded her for a long time before stopping.

The New Year's painting reminded Ye Zimei to go back and see if she had lost anything, Ye Zimei woke up like a dream, and went back to look for it again.

Fortunately, nothing was lost except for the jar of malt cream.

"New Year's painting, thanks to you just now, otherwise Zhang Guixiang, a shameless person, would definitely not have returned the things."

Ye Zimei held the hand of the New Year's painting, she was originally an educated youth in the countryside, knowledgeable and reasonable, and later married Liang Shangkun and slowly adapted to the rural environment.

Although he has been in the countryside for so many years, he still has a heart to deal with a scoundrel like Zhang Guixiang.

"Mom, don't say that, she stole our things, and I will snatch them back even if I die."

The New Year's painting looks full of righteous indignation, as if he has a very sense of belonging to the Liang family, and the sentence of our family makes Ye Zimei's heart warm.

It seems that the New Year's painting really regards the Liang family as her own home.

The New Year's painting wants this effect, so that her status in the family can become higher and higher.

Liang Yin walked over angrily, still worried about what Nian Hua had instructed him to do just now.

"Why did you ask me to turn off the lights just now?"

"Sister, what do you think, we can't recognize the third aunt when the lights are turned off, so we can rest assured that we can fight the thief." If we recognize it as the third aunt, won't we be able to do it?

Although it is not right for her to steal our things, but she said that after all, it is the third aunt, if we beat her, she will definitely have no face, and our family will lose face. ”

The New Year's painting explained to Liang Yin bitterly, Liang Yin couldn't close her mouth in surprise, she couldn't imagine that the New Year's painting would have such a clever idea.

When you think about it, that's really the case.

Seeing Liang Yin's desire to admire and dislike the tangled look, the New Year's painting was even more complacent.

Sooner or later, I'll make you my little fan sister.

……

The New Year's painting went to sleep again, and slept until the railing on the sun.

At this time, I was a little hungry again, and the New Year's painting ran into the kitchen.

Seeing that the corn porridge in the pot in the morning was still a little cold, and there was still more than half a bowl of leftovers that were not eaten yesterday in the cupboard.

The scarcity of materials made the New Year's picture bigger.

In the countryside at the end of the seventies, there was too little to eat!

Although the New Year's painting was a scholar in her previous life, it did not affect her foodie attribute at all, as long as it was food, there was nothing she hadn't tasted.

Now in the face of these simplest foods in the countryside, after two days, Nian Hua feels that he can no longer live like this.

If there are no conditions, we must create conditions, and we must no longer abuse our mouths, tongues, and feeding.

The New Year's painting walked around the kitchen, thinking about it, looking at the bowl of leftovers, and finally remembering what he could do.

Rice balls!

Foodie New Year's Pictures will be launched soon.