Meng Yao looked over innocently, "Who else could have done it if my sister-in-law didn't do it? It's not like you didn't know that I came back late. My sister-in-law left it specially for you!"
“Can the sister-in-law’s cooking be eaten? Even dogs won’t eat it!”
The tiger barked twice in the yard to express its dissatisfaction with the gun.
Meng Yao's head was full of black lines, "Didn't you eat well before?"
Sister-in-law Wu Aizhen often comes back to cook. When Qi Wenye used to ridicule Meng Yao, he often used this as an excuse, saying that sister-in-law Wu Aizhen goes to work in the fields every day and has to cook when she comes back. I don’t know how hard it is!
And every time his sister-in-law Wu Aizhen cooks, he also enjoys it.
"Isn't it okay if I don't eat?"
Qi Wenye put the lid on the pot and started to wander around Meng Yao, "There is only a little left in the pot, why don't you give it to Huzi to eat? Look at Huzi, he has become hungry and thin recently!"
Meng Yao glanced at him, "The tiger ate it, what did you eat?"
"Hehe, hehe, I can wait until you're ready to eat it!"
Meng Yao was kneading the noodles in his hands, and Qi Wenye thought he was about to do it and had already made up his mind.
Meng Yao suddenly lost his temper: "What are you thinking about? This is what I plan to sell in business."
Qi Wenye's face fell, and he quickly pulled his lips and smiled and asked, "Then...then Sister Meng Yao, what did you eat?"
When Qi Boyan outside the house heard the call "Sister Meng Yao", his hands froze and he turned his head to look at the kitchen door.
Qi Wenye suddenly felt a chill on his back for some reason, and couldn't help but rub his arms.
When he met Meng Yao's gaze, his little face turned pitiful.
Meng Yao saw Qi Wenye nervous and felt happy. He cleared his throat and said, "I haven't eaten yet!"
"Don't think about it, I'm going to lose weight and won't eat!"
Qi Wenye's eyes lit up at first, and then he screamed, "No! Sister Meng Yao, look at how good your figure is now. You don't need to lose weight at all. Okay, why should you lose weight?"
Meng Yao: "..." Does this little brat have any principles anymore?
"Sister Meng Yao, my mother said that you are lucky only if you are fat. Being fat means you are living a good life. Don't think about losing weight."
Meng Yao stretched out his hand to poke Qi Wenye away, "You've said everything! Who called me fat? Who called me fat? Have you forgotten everything?"
Qi Wenye wished he had forgotten everything.
With a grimace on his face, Baba said: "Actually, I don't think you are too fat, nor do I think there is anything wrong with being fat, but you are not only fat, but also, in the past, you didn't like to... wash your body.
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As Qi Wenye spoke, he couldn't help but stretch his nose and take a sniff. Later, he realized that Meng Yao not only didn't have the odor of sweat, but also had a faint fragrance.
He asked, why did he suddenly like her?
Meng Yao understood what Qi Wenye was saying. His original appearance was really unbearable.
Qi Wenye bared his teeth and smiled, "Anyway, sister Meng Yao, you are fine now and don't need to lose weight. Really, I won't dislike you if you don't lose weight!"
Meng Yao rolled his eyes and said angrily: "I despise you. You smell like sweat. Please stay away!"
Qi Wenye pulled up his collar and smelled it. When he smelled it, it was true. He immediately laughed and took two steps back.
"Okay, I'll stay away, but let's still eat. Mom used to always say that we suffered as much as we did in the past. Why do we have to suffer so much when we have the conditions? Don't you think so?"
Meng Yao was really helpless to this boy, and he was so talkative just for the sake of a bite to eat.
She pointed to the steamed bun basket, "I've left two of the steamed buns I bought for you this morning, plus the vegetable paste in the pot, will that be enough?"
Qi Wenye slipped over and opened the steamed bun basket and found two fried buns sold in the town. He swallowed his saliva and asked, "Did you buy this?"
Meng Yao said "hmm".
Nonsense, if you don’t buy it, will someone else give it to you?