When Jiang Yuan entered the house, he saw the little boy squatting on the ground with his broken windmill in his hand.
She thought the little one was sad about his windmill.
But when she saw the pity in the little boy's eyes when he looked up at her, she didn't understand.
However, the little one was still afraid of her, so he immediately picked up the windmill and hid it behind his back.
Jiang Yuan felt that this action was a bit familiar.
Was she hiding shit like this just now?
"Show me." Jiang Yuan stretched out his hand.
The little one didn't want to give it, but thinking of her bad temper, she still took out the windmill.
This windmill was made for him by Fu Jiu. It was made of several layers of jute paper glued together and dried in the sun.
After being stepped on by Jiang Xiaohai, it was basically impossible to repair it.
"This one can't be repaired. I'll make it for you later so it won't break easily."
The little boy tilted his head, his eyes timid.
His eyebrows are delicate, like a porcelain doll.
If you don't eat enough for a long time, you will look thin and small.
The little one blinked and looked at her, a little at a loss.
Because she had never spoken to him in such a gentle tone.
"It's time to eat."
The third aunt in the kitchen shouted, and Jiang Yuan waved to the little one.
She walked in front, and the little boy mustered up a lot of courage and followed slowly behind.
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"I asked you to work like a deaf person, but now you can run faster than anyone else when it comes to eating!"
Mr. Qian couldn't bear to see Jiang Yuan like this, he's so lazy and so lazy, he's like a slut!
Zhou stared at Jiang Yuan fiercely.
Jiang Xiaohai drooped his head. His face was smeared with something and the swelling had not gone away.
Jiang Yuan pretended not to see it, she took action, she knew it well, just to teach Jiang Xiaohai a lesson.
Although the Jiang family has a butcher shop, there are so many people there that only one green vegetable on the dinner table is fried with grease residue, and the rest are wild vegetables.
Jiang Yuan stretched out her chopsticks to remove the fat residue, and the other people's eyes wanted to stare at her.
So, why is Jiang Yuan so fat?
She specially selects the delicious food at the dinner table, and no one else is allowed to compete with her.
Jiang Yuan still pretended not to notice, and just put the fat residue from the chopsticks into the little boy's bowl.
She was very dissatisfied with the food on the table. At least the fat residue, which looked the best, was not suitable for a little one to eat.
The little one was flattered and a little unbelievable.
There was still a little blood seeping out from Fu Jiu's forehead, and there was a bulge at the wound.
He lowered his head and ate in silence.
"Hey, who are you showing off to? Now you know you are a child mother?"
"I heard that you and Wang Youcai were caught and raped today? You still think our family's face has not been completely humiliated by you!"
Zhou moved her eyes back and forth between Jiang Yuan and Fu Jiu.
She felt that Jiang Yuan's sudden kindness to the child was because of what happened with Wang Youcai during the day.
Jiang Yuan is kind to his children only if he has something in his heart.
The Jiang family was very troubled by Jiang Yuan and didn't know what to do with her.
She loves to eat, is lazy, and causes trouble, but her skin is thicker than the city wall and she refuses to admit her mistakes.
Jiang Xiaohai was beaten by her, and she could only swallow her anger.
"Don't go out and cause trouble in the future. Your eldest brother will take the imperial examination next year. Don't ruin his reputation!"
Mr. Jiang spoke in a deep voice. In the past, he didn't pay much attention to minor quarrels at home, but when it related to Jiang Dahai's future, he couldn't ignore it.
Jiang Yuan only focused on ordering and picking up food for the little one.
She didn't make a fuss as usual, which made Mr. Jiang very satisfied. He, the head of the family, was a little more majestic.
At home, Jiang Dahai went to the county school, and Jiang Yuexiu had a strange smell, so Qian didn't let her serve, but everyone else was there.
"Our family can't afford to support these two Buddhas, so it's better to separate our families."
Mrs. Qian said abruptly, saying that it sounded good to separate the families.
In fact, I wanted to drive Jiang Yuan's family of three away.