Chapter 50: It's Beautiful to Think About

"Hey, hey."

Ye Jian was happy, licking his face and patting his ass: "It's still your daughter-in-law, you are thoughtful." ”

"Alright, Sensei is here."

Wu Juan smiled and glanced at him: "Go and take out the cabbage in the cellar, wash it and stew the pork belly to eat." ”

"Okay."

Ye Jian grinned and walked briskly to the backyard.

*

The kitchen was full of smoke, and the eldest girl helped Wu Juan, busy around the pot and stove, and cooked the family's dinner.

Ye Xiuyan returned to her cabin, climbed into bed, pulled the quilt, covered her head, and hid inside to count the loot.

One water-attribute low-grade flying sword, one fire-attribute medium-grade flying sword, two fire spirit runes, six invisibility talismans, more than three hundred lower-grade spirit stones, more than twenty medium-grade spirit stones, two upper-grade spirit stones, seven spirit grasses, four bottles of spirit pills, and two defensive shields.

Monk Laitou was as she expected, killing people and robbing money, doing a lot of bad things, and there were really a lot of good things in the storage ring.

After a rough inventory, she looked at the long-lost cultivation resources, and her liver trembled excitedly.

With the flying sword, she can advance to the second level of qi training, and she will be able to fly with the sword, enter the hinterland of the mountains to pick herbs, and no longer be afraid of poisonous insects and beasts.

It's beautiful to think about.

Carefully put away the storage ring, she was like a cheerful caterpillar, squirmed a few times in the quilt, got out of bed, and spun happily on the ground twice, and then ran out of the house happily.

Hehe, the little girl is very interesting.

Lin Jingcheng happened to see this scene, let out a low and pleasant laugh from his throat, withdrew his consciousness, and slowly opened his eyes.

*

Wu Juan heated the chicken soup, stewed a large pot of cabbage and stewed pork belly, served it in a basin, and the family still ate in the small courtyard.

Ye Xiuyan tore off a chicken leg, divided a plate of cabbage, took another steamed bun, carried it into the room, watched the patient take it, and ran back to eat with a smile.

The eldest girl and the second sisters, looking at the fragrant white-faced steamed buns, their eyes were red.

Yesterday I was still being abused by my biological mother, and today I am out of the sea of suffering.

From hell to heaven in one day.

Until this moment, the two were still in a trance, unable to believe that the scene in front of them was real.

"Girls, you're stunned, eat."

Wu Juan picked up a steamed bun and broke it, smiled and gave it to them.

"Hmm."

The sisters smiled shyly, took the steamed buns, and chewed them one by one, as if they were eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, and they were reluctant to swallow them.

"Sister Erya, eat chicken legs."

Ye Xiuyan picked up the remaining chicken leg and put it in the Erya bowl: "You are injured, eat some chicken leg to make up for it." ”

"I'm fine, my head doesn't hurt anymore."

Erya was embarrassed to eat alone, so she took out the chicken leg and put it in a bean bowl.

"Hey, hey."

Douding is small, I don't know how to be humble, and when I saw the chicken leg Xiao's eyes lit up, he hugged his own small bowl, hehe Zhile.

"Peanding can't eat a chicken leg."

Wu Juan Wan'er snatched the small bowl from his son's hand, divided it into three parts, and sandwiched two pieces for Er Ya and San Ya.

"Sister Erya, let's eat."

Ye Xiuyan persuaded with a smile: "In the future, we will be a family, there is no need to be restrained, you can eat whatever you want, and the food will taste good and taste good." ”

"Hmm."

Erya was moved to cry, but she couldn't hold back her tears.

Ye Xiuyan watched her pick up the chicken and eat it in her mouth, then she lowered her head and ate her own meal with a smile.

*

The family finished eating happily, the eldest girl rushed to wash the dishes, and the second girl also helped to work, wiping the table and wiping the bench, very diligently.