Meng Yao raised the kettle and showed it to Qi Boyan.
After letting him take a look, he turned on the kettle.
He raised his chin playfully and said, "Sorry, I didn't prepare your share."
Qi Boyan's eyes moved from the kettle to Meng Yao's face.
Her bright face was filled with a proud and evil smile.
Qi Boyan paused and opened his mouth: "This kettle is mine!"
his?
The smile on Meng Yao's face froze visibly, and he almost dropped the kettle in his hand.
The kettle had been kept in the house and she saw that no one was using it. After boiling the hot water, sterilizing and cleaning it, she kept it for her own use.
How did she know she was the villain?
It's okay, don't panic, she has been sterilized by high temperature.
Meng Yao loosened his hand, then quickly tightened it, forcing a smile, "I know, you definitely don't need it."
Qi Boyan's clear and cold eyes looked at Meng Yao so calmly that Meng Yao wanted to cover his eyes.
She glared and asked in a loud voice: "Do you still want to use it?"
Under Meng Yao's gaze, Qi Boyan nodded slowly, and Meng Yao almost threw the kettle to him because of his backbone.
"I'll buy you a new one. That's okay, right?"
Qi Boyan shook his head without changing his expression, causing Meng Yao to glare at him. Fortunately, Qi Boyan made a request that was not too excessive.
"I want to drink that sour plum soup."
When Meng Yao just cooked it, the sweetness and sourness spread, and he liked the taste of sour plums very much.
Most importantly, he believed in her craft.
But she never left the sour plum soup for him. The little bit left at home was, from what she said, meant for Wen Ye.
"You drink, I didn't say not to let you drink, I brought a lot, then you drink with mother and the others, that's alright, right?"
Qi Boyan shook his head slightly and said leisurely: "Mom, they work hard, I won't compete with them."
Meng Yao was stunned for a moment, then immediately hugged his kettle, "You don't want to fight with them, but you want to fight with me? I have to work hard to cook, and I don't see you being considerate."
Qi Boyan's eyes trembled, he glanced at the kettle in her hand, and finally uttered a faint sentence: "Why leave it for Wen Ye and not me?"
Meng Yao: "..."
"He wasn't at home and you weren't at home either? You were nearby at the time. I said I would keep it for Wen Ye, why didn't you tell me? If you said it, could I not keep it for you?"
The more Meng Yao spoke, the more he felt that what he said made sense, and glared at Qi Boyan.
Qi Boyan's cold eyes also kept looking at Meng Yao.
Those eyes are not only big, but also intimidating.
The only consequence of looking into his eyes is compromise.
Meng Yao stared for a while, his eyes were sore, and he compromised angrily, "Next time, if I have something good next time, I'll keep it for you. Is that okay?"
Qi Boyan nodded first, then looked at the kettle held by Meng Yao.
Meng Yao's hands warmed up at his sight, "I'll give it to Wen Ye when I go back, and I'll give you half of it."
Qi Boyan was finally satisfied and moved away from his threatening gaze.
Meng Yao rolled his eyes toward the sky angrily.
The big villain is also a little tsundere.
Meng Yao felt like she was being tricked by Qi Boyan, so she walked hummingly. It wasn't until she saw her mother-in-law Liu Cuihua that her face regained a smile, waving her hands and calling "Mother" loudly.
Liu Cuihua and the others sat at the edge of the field to rest in the shade. While resting, they chatted with Aunt Shumei and Sister Hua who were also resting in the field opposite.
Meng Yao's roaring voice came over, and Liu Cuihua saw that it was really her. Although she had a smile on her face, she complained to them: "Our Yaoyao is already a daughter-in-law, and she still screams, with
Like a child."
Aunt Shumei made a fan to fan the wind. Looking at Meng Yao's cheerful butterfly-like figure, she couldn't help but smile: "The Boyan family looks a lot more lively recently. It used to be too boring. She is still a child. Look.
She sounds sullen when she gets up, and has no childish nature at all. How good it is now."
"Hey, is that your Boyan?"
Liu Cuihua looked behind her and saw that she stood up from the ground neatly.
"Why did Boyan come with you?"
Aunt Shumei couldn't help but smile and shake her head, and said to the flowers over there: "Looking at Cuihua, the one that hurts the most is Boyan. It was really hard to take care of Boyan when I was a child. I don't know why the milk just won't drink.
What's the use of drinking rice porridge? In the end, I spent money to buy malted milk to support myself."
Sister-in-law Hua nodded repeatedly, "I also heard that the most delicate person raised in the village is Boyan. Judging from the way he was raised, he doesn't look like someone from the countryside at all. Instead, he looks like a young man raised in the city. Aunt Cuihua is also a child.
So energetic!"
"Who says it's not?"
Meng Yao saw Liu Cuihua coming and ran happily to hug her, but Liu Cuihua slapped her in the face.
"Why are you here in the field again? The field is full of dirt! Isn't it too dirty or too hot?"
Meng Yao feels that Liu Cuihua has changed.
In the past, I indulged her a lot, saying that I didn't dare to say anything, and that I didn't dare to hit her, but now, she just slapped her.
Meng Yao pursed her lips and looked at the sky, "I thought my mother and my eldest brother and sister-in-law must be tired from working, so I brought water and food specially, but mother treated me like this, forget it, I'd better leave!"
Meng Yao turned around and made a gesture of leaving, but Liu Cuihua didn't let her stay at all, "Let's go, let's go quickly."
Meng Yao turned around and cried, "Mom, you have changed. You don't even love me anymore!"
Liu Cuihua: "..."
"You little girl!"
Liu Cuihua couldn't help but reached out and poked Meng Yao's forehead.
She is really too lively. She is too old to bear her enthusiasm.
Meng Yao still pouted, silently accusing Liu Cuihua of being cruel to her.
"If you pout again, I'll sew your mouth shut."
Liu Cuihua was not angry, "Why don't you bring out something delicious or drinkable as soon as possible!"
Meng Yao still pouted and pointed at Qi Boyan behind him.
Qi Boyan was holding a basket in his hand. It looked heavy, and Liu Cuihua stretched out her hand to pick it up.
"Oh, it's so heavy. Didn't you move your family here? What did you mention?"
Qi Boyan glanced at the frustrated Meng Yao and replied: "She did it all!"
This is what Liu Cuihua asked Meng Yao.
This time, Liu Cuihua stopped glaring at Meng Yao and stared at Qi Boyan.
When my son likes someone, he really doesn't hide it at all and protects him openly or covertly.
Liu Cuihua lifted the rag and saw only the pots and bowls inside, which were tightly covered. She didn't know what she had done.
Then he looked at Meng Yao, "Why don't you tell me, what delicious things have you made?"
Meng Yao then hummed and approached Liu Cuihua, "I cooked sour plum soup and made cold skin."
The cold skin has not yet been prepared, so Meng Yao specially brought the sauce and cold skin separately.
When Liu Cuihua heard this, her mouth opened wide, "I also made cold skin, you are at home..." How many good things did you get?
Meng Yao didn't wait for Liu Cuihua to finish speaking, then she pursed her lips and fell down. The wrinkled little face made Liu Cuihua instantly stuck.
She patted her forehead and said, "I ate so much oily noodles at noon that I'm not hungry at all. Be obedient and don't send food to the fields except for lunch from now on."