Wang Family’s Peasant Woman: Raising kids and Making wealth

“Do you want to be my mother, or does she want to be my mother?” Ann wrapped her hands around her chest, and although her head was shorter than everyone else in the room, she was in a good mood.

In that sentence, Aunt Thin's request was blocked.

Mrs. Qing bit a bite of silver teeth. Of course, she must recognize Ann's daughter. Her daughter is prettier than all three daughters of the Princess. When she looks good, she can still have a good marriage, to benefit Xiaocheng and herself.

“Aunt Thing, show me first. I will do it myself later. I am Ann's mother. I should also make something for the children.” Lady Qing smiled softly, like drumming in her heart, she really wasn't very good at kung fu on the stove.

Gu Chunzhu and Ann are doing your own refreshments. Aunt Thing is teaching Mrs. Qing to fry spring rolls.

When Aunt Thin made it, the oil pan still sounded nourishing, and the spring roll aromatized soon after, but Ann didn't even look at the spring roll.

Mrs. Qingqing had to wear her scalp on herself and scrapped the strength of Nine Bulls and Two Tigers to make a few soft party flour dumplings, not counting as spring rolls.

When it was fried in the fryer, she heard a scream.

“Ahhh!" The crackling oil splashed because there was water on the chopsticks that Lady Qing used to fry the spring roll. The water began to boil as soon as it met the oil.

Her tears burst into tears, and she reached out to Ann and cried, "If you're not comfortable, eat the spring roll made by Auntie Thin. You can see her hands are burning, it hurts. ”

Ann saw that Mrs. Qing's hand had only been splattered with a little red dot by an oil star. Compared to Gu Chunzhu's fried salt and soufflnut chicken, it was a little witch to see the great witch.

She froze: “I can't even make a spring roll, I just want to be my mother..."

Ann is not finished yet, Gu Chunzhu pulled her sleeve. Mrs. Qing is now 200% patient. If Ann upsets her, it's not good to be afraid.

Although Ann didn't go on, she still didn't want to stop. Aunt Ping had to ask her to take the medicine and rub it on Mrs Qing. After rubbing it, Mrs Qing blew up the spring roll with red eyes.

She had never tried so hard in her life, and she imagined that she would recognize her mother after she had eaten her spring roll.

When the spring roll came out of the pot, it was filled with a burnt paste. Gu Chunzhu saw the spring roll served in front of Ann's eyes. Some of it was dark, and some of it was half cooked for life. It looked very unpleasant.

“Ann, eat this, this is better fried.” Mrs. Qing stuffed the chopsticks to Ann, referring to one of the best sellers.

Ann clipped the one and tried it. She just bit in and chewed it and threw it all up. Her eyes looked at her like Mrs. Qing's. "It's all raw. How can you make me eat it? How can you be my mother like that? Just live? ”

“Me?” Mrs. Qing, don't look at Auntie Thin too hard.

Gu Chunzhu looked at Lady Qing and was tormented by An An today. She stitched up her clothes and blew up the spring roll. This man even spent some makeup on her face. She played the roundabout: “Ann is not sleeping well today. She may be feeling a little awake. Come back tomorrow, ma'am. ”

Mrs. Qing glanced angrily at Gu Chunzhu, and Danko's nails were grabbed together in her sleeve. She did so much today to at least leave a good feeling for Ann, but this woman just couldn't see herself well and wanted to drive herself away.

Gu Chunzhu looked at Mrs. Qingqing with complicated eyes and knew he was a good person again.

Mrs. Qing approached Ann and said, "Ann, I've tried my best. I'll stay here with you." It's also our comfort technique, this dessert is made... ”

Before she finished saying what she wanted, Ann moved away and kept her distance, and the bad water in her cheeks appeared in her eyes.

“Spring rolls don't, you always do, I haven't taken the clothes I changed yesterday and washed them yet.” Ann said with her lips resting, thinking about tossing Mrs. Qingqing hard.

As soon as Mrs. Qing took a look at Aunt Thing, she made a verbal “go” to her, knowing that there was no good progress in staying here today.

Immediately, Lady Qing covered her forehead, “Ouch” cried out, “Ann, my mother has a headache today, I'll come see you some other time. ”

“Sure.” Ann smiled cunningly and finally drove her off to achieve her purpose.

As Lady Qing pretended to hold her head by Gu Chunzhu's side, she cringed: “Come out with me for a moment. ”

Gu Chunzhu put down what was in his hand and washed his hands in the basin before going out with Lady Qing.

Going outside, Mrs. Qing's delicate face carried a sword and crossbow. She looked at Gu Chunzhu with anger. She did not look weak with half a dot of headache.

“Ma'am, what's up?” Gu Chunzhu's attitude was also cold, and Mrs. Qing did not have to get used to seeing her.

“You instigated my daughter to do this to me, didn't you? ”

“No. ”

Gu Chunzhu's clear eyes looked at Lady Qing frankly, but Lady Qing didn't believe that she couldn't catch any handle. Her fist was tight and loose. All she could do was hate: “I brought two maids to give Ann a warm welcome. You can arrange it for me. ”

Aunt Thing brought in two maids from outside, both as old as Ann.

Gu Chunzhu smiled shallow lips. Mrs. Qingqing really wanted to recognize Ann back, but this kung fu has not always been achieved.

“I can take people, but as for Ann, I can't decide whether or not they want to serve me intimately, and you know this girl has a big idea.” Gu Chunzhu didn't say enough. Either the princess or the princess in this province, she doesn't mind two and a half more girls.

Mrs. Qing frowned, but she was not too worried about Chun Bamboo. Today, she had a headache on her fingers. The area where the oil was splashed on her back of her hands was painful. She was not comfortable anywhere. She wanted to go back to the Prince's house to rest soon.

“Fine.” She waved and went out with Aunt Thin.

Ann ran out of the stove room and said to the two maids: “I don't want them to be my personal maids, send them to brush the toilet first. ”

“Little county lord...” The maids did not know what they had done wrong. They brushed down on their knees and lowered their heads in awe.

Mrs. Qing was getting angry again when she was about to leave the house. Ann actually sent the maid she sent to brush the toilet, but Ann put out all her anger with another word.

“I used to brush my own toilet at home. I'm your master. I brush my own toilet. Why can't you brush it? Are you ladies or am I ladies?” Ann spoke frankly.