She touched and touched her little grandson, hugged and hugged her, and then reluctantly put it in Gu's arms. Gu took the child, and Xuanyan saw her daughters fucking again.
Baba stood there.
What should I do?
It's okay for adults not to eat, but what about this child? At this moment, Qi Zhong came in, his face was shiny with alcohol. Come on, show me my boy. As he said that, he wiped his hands randomly on Yao's body.
I want to hold my son
Mrs. Gu held her son further away, "You're drunk, don't touch my son. Also," she pointed at the four sisters Qi Dong'er who were standing at the door and listening.
"Don't patronize your son. Don't you want your daughter? They are all hungry. The house is in chaos now, and I can't control it. You have eaten enough and played enough. How many of our mothers are there? My mother,
Where is my brother? What should I do? What do you think I should do?"
Qi Zhong turned around and saw his daughter, standing pitifully at the door, the older one holding the younger one. Sanya still had snot on her face and was looking at him helplessly. That pitiful little look seemed to be...
explain.
Dad, I'm hungry, I'm hungry...
Qi Zhong suddenly felt sorry for having four daughters. It was true that he had eaten and drank enough, but the girls were still hungry, and his old mother-in-law was also sitting there.
He wiped his face, and I went to find some food for the children. After he finished speaking, he didn't dare to stay any longer, and turned around to feed Zhang Luo for the children.
Soon, he brought some dishes, but most of them were leftovers from other people's meals. When the children saw that they had something to eat, they didn't care whether it was someone else's leftovers, and they all gathered around.
He took a big white steamed bun and started to eat it.
Qi Zhong looked at his four daughters devouring their food and felt even more guilty.
"Good boy, don't be impatient. There's still more to eat," Qi Zhong ruffled the hair of several daughters one by one, then took another steamed bun and put it in the hand of the youngest Qi You'er.
Qi Youer looked at the white-faced steamed bun in his hand, then ran to Gu Xiangying's side and raised his little face.
"Uncle, I'll give it to you."
"So good," Gu Xiangying touched her nephew's little face, took the steamed bun, and took a bite. It felt more delicious than anything else.
The four sisters of the Qi family finally had enough to eat. Mrs. Gu also ate these white flour steamed buns. She had always eaten less of them because her family was afraid of poverty. But now, she didn’t know how much money she spent, but she spent it.
Not distressed at all
Because, this is not only for my son, but also for them.
From now on, she can finally raise her head and be a human being.
You can also tell others that she also has a son.
She picked up her son, and the child's little mouth purred. The cute look made people feel really distressed.
In the evening, after cleaning up, Mrs. Gu looked at Qi You'er and asked Qi Dong'er to heat up the remaining food. The family sat at the table and ate what they had made do.
The taste is really good, because after all, there are meat, chicken and fish. Although they are all leftover, they are still very delicious and rare.
Qi You'er actually dislikes it. If it were in modern times, it would probably be used to feed pigs, but now their food is so delicious that he can bite off his own tongue. After these few years of training, Qi Zuo'er can also
She was no longer so pretentious. She held her chopsticks and ate obediently. Anyway, what she ate in her mouth was the same, as long as she could fill her stomach.