He knew that his image was not good, and when he faced the two of them, his momentum was weakened by three points: "I didn't know it was your stewed chicken soup, I just wanted to ask, and you came." ”

"Get out there."

The maid's willow eyebrows were upside down, like a fly, and she waved her hand: "Don't be an eyesore here, blocking us from serving chicken soup to the old lady." ”

Ye Jian's dark face instantly turned red, he glared at the maid for a few seconds, and walked out of the kitchen with the little baby girl in his arms.

"Mother, drink soup."

The little baby girl was concerned about her mother, stretched out her little arm in his arms, pointed to the stove, and didn't want to give up.

"Good baby."

Ye Jian felt very uncomfortable: "It's too late today, early tomorrow morning, my father will go to the market to buy chickens and make soup for you two to drink." ”

When the maid heard it, she sneered disdainfully: "The mud legs in the countryside are also worthy of drinking chicken soup?" ”

"Wow."

The little baby girl pursed her mouth and cried aggrievedly.

"Good baby, don't cry."

Ye Jian was dumbfounded, holding back his anger, wanting to appease the little baby girl.

"Wow, wow."

Unexpectedly, the more he coaxed, the louder the little girl's cry became.

The hoarse little voice makes the ears of the listeners sour and uncomfortable.

"Both."

Ye Jian couldn't bear it, so he stiffened his head and moved to the kitchen again: "My daughter-in-law is seriously injured and her body is weak, can you do a good deed and give us a bowl of chicken soup?" ”

"Phew."

The maid didn't wait for him to finish, spit on the ground, and sneered disdainfully: "What are you guys, and you deserve to drink our old lady's chicken soup?" The rest of the chicken broth is thrown out and will not be given to you. ”

"You."

Ye Jianqi's cheeks flushed.

"Wow, wow."

The little baby girl cried even more sadly, and the tears fell down like broken threads.

"Who's making noise in the kitchen?"

Next to the bamboo forest, the door of a side room was pushed open, and the shopkeeper couldn't listen anymore, so he put on his clothes and walked out of the house.

Ye Jian's heart trembled, and he explained with a red face: "Shopkeeper, I'm sorry, the baby is hungry and bothering you." ”

"It's you."

The shopkeeper squinted his eyes and saw his face through the moonlight.

"Shopkeeper."

The mother-in-law came out of the kitchen with a crockpot filled with chicken soup and sneered: "When did your Jishitang become a slum, and anyone can live in it?" ”

"Get rid of them."

The maid commanded: "My old lady has a noble status, how can she live in the same yard with the mud legs in the countryside?" ”

"Be quiet."

The shopkeeper's expression changed, revealing a little uneasy: "In the middle of the night, don't wake up the nobles." ”

"You don't drive them away."

The maid didn't know the nobleman, and wanted to threaten, so the shopkeeper put his finger to his lips and made a silent gesture.

"Don't say any more."

He took two steps forward, leaned into the maid's ear, and whispered softly: "He is what he told you before, the young man who sells red ginseng, the old lady of your family, still expects other people's red ginseng to save his life, how can he drive people away?" ”

The maid didn't believe it: "It's him?" ”

A country clay leg, poor jingle and also with red ginseng?

The shopkeeper bowed: "That's right, it's him." ”

People are lucky, dig up, can't they?

"Hmph."

The two glanced at each other, and the maid looked away, took the chicken soup, and left hatefully.

The little girl's ears moved, and she listened to all the conversations between the two, and glanced at the guest room where the nobleman lived as if she had inadvertently.

She wrote down this account, and sooner or later it will be settled.

Torture you to death!

The kind that can't even cry!