Mr. Su took the tea she handed over and said helplessly: "I remember you were not such a gossip before. It seems that you are really 'appropriate' as a reporter."
Su Jinmiao touched her nose and said shamelessly: "I'll just think you're complimenting me."
other people:"……"
Mr. Su: "..." I don't know who I learned this shameless ability from.
"You are such a gossip about this matter, why don't you ask your fourth uncle."
Su Jingmiao pursed her lips and said, "I just asked, didn't my fourth uncle run away?"
Mr. Su was speechless and said angrily: "Your fourth uncle ran away, so you came to ask me?"
Su Jinmiao smiled and said: "Hey, I can't help it. I don't know who to ask, so after much thought, I still think it's best to ask you."
Seeing that the old man didn't want to say anything, Su Jinmiao started to tease him hard.
Su Qinglin came out of the kitchen after a while and wanted them to buy something. As a result, she heard her niece pestering her father about the grievances between him and Gu Feng when they were children.
Su Qinglin came out at the wrong time: "..."
Then he felt the strange looks from his own son, his own daughter, his own nieces and nephews looking at him.
Su Qinglin coughed lightly and said, "You guys go out alone and buy some seasonings in the kitchen. Buy more."
After saying that, he immediately turned around and returned to the kitchen.
As their biological daughters, sisters Su Jingyu and Su Jingyan never expected that their father would be a crybaby when he was a child, and he would always be bullied. That's okay, he would only cry when bullied.
Who would have imagined that his father was such a person when he was a child.
Sea market.
Nan family.
Zhao Jing sat at the door and looked at the drizzle outside.
Today is thirty years old.
This is almost the tenth year that she has lived here.
It's getting better every year. To be honest, she feels it in her heart. Before she came here, she saw a new era. At that time, people had no shortage of food and drink.
If she eats well and wears warm clothes, no matter how bad she is, she will still be no worse than when she first came here.
Ji Mingxuan walked in holding an umbrella and holding food in his hand: "What are you thinking about."
Zhao Jing regained her composure and looked over, her eyes brightening a bit.
Smelling the fragrance, it was the smell of brown sugar glutinous rice cake. He stared at the oil paper in Ji Mingxuan's hand: "I'm thinking about the future."
Ji Mingxuan looked at her greedy look and found it a little funny, then handed the brown sugar glutinous rice cake wrapped in oil paper to her: "In the future? What do you want to do with this?"
Zhao Jing took it and said: "I think in the future, life will get better and better, and then no one will be worried about eating and drinking."
After finishing speaking, he opened the oil paper, took out a piece of brown sugar glutinous rice cake and took a bite. It was sweet, soft and fragrant, and he looked satisfied.
But he didn't forget to give it to Ji Mingxuan, and handed the half-eaten brown sugar glutinous rice cake that he had just bitten to his mouth.
Ji Mingxuan skillfully opened his mouth to eat it and said: "It tastes good."
Ji Mingxuan thought it was because she had been so miserable in the past that she felt this way.
"It will happen in the future, what you said will come true."
Zhao Jing nodded with a smile and did not continue the topic. She leaned quietly in Ji Mingxuan's arms. The two of them finished the brown sugar glutinous rice cakes in their hands, one bite at a time and the other.
The weather will be a bit cold with light rain, but everything will grow after the rain clears up.
Some people like this kind of weather, and some don't.
Zhao Jing didn't like it at all before, but now, she likes it very much.
Especially in summer, when the crops in the fields are short of water, a heavy rain will be comfortable and nourish the crops.