The meal Meng Yao cooked in the evening was also popular with the whole family. Whether it was Wu Aizhen who had always objected to it before, or Qi Wenye who was a picky eater and said he would not eat purslane, but he ate more than half of the cold purslane by himself.
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With these two men who had tremendous fighting ability, the porridge, vegetables, and steamed buns were all cleaned up.
Meng Yao steamed two baskets of steamed buns, nearly 20 of them, for just one meal, and was reimbursed by a family of four.
People say that a half-year-old child eats a poor man, and that is not true at all. Qi Wenye ate five by himself, not counting the vegetables he ate and the soup he drank.
When the meal was over, Qi Wenye licked his belly and collapsed on the chair, shouting "ouch ouch".
"Fool!"
Liu Cuihua slapped Qi Wenye on the back. She really couldn't see her son looking so worthless.
Although she had eaten a lot and her stomach was bloated, she did not show any discomfort.
"Am I short for you to eat, or am I short for you to drink? I'm so worthless when I see something delicious. The buns are oily and watery. If you eat so much, if you have diarrhea at night, you will suffer!"
Qi Wenye covered his stomach with his hands and his face wrinkled.
He obviously didn't feel full when he was eating, so naturally he couldn't bear to waste a bite, but he didn't expect that his stomach would be so bloated after eating, and it was so bloated and painful.
My stomach felt uncomfortable, but my words were fierce: "I just ate a little more, not too much. Mom, don't worry about me. I'll be fine in a minute!"
"I'm too lazy to care about you! I have something to do at Bao Nuo's house. You can take a walk and do some exercise later!"
"Mom, your waist?"
"never mind!"
Liu Cuihua waved her hands and forced herself to go out.
As long as the back pain is not too serious, Liu Cuihua will not take it seriously.
Qi Wenye had already eaten a lot, and Wu Aizhen would only eat more.
When she saw the good food, she pooped so hard that Qi Wenye ate five, and she ate six in total. Her stomach was almost bursting, and she was still stuffing it into her mouth. In the end, Qi Mingan snatched it for her, and she stopped talking.
Qi Ming'an took her outside for a walk to eat, but after a while, she couldn't bear it anymore.
Qi Wenye was so stretched that he lay down unwilling to move, while Wu Aizhen was rolling on the ground with her stomach bloated.
The swelling was so painful that even Wu Aizhen, who never cared about the feeling of overeating, couldn't bear it and screamed.
"Ming'an, Ming'an, I hurt, I hurt so much, did that woman poison me? Ming'an, arrest her quickly!"
Meng Yao, who had persuaded Wu Aizhen countless times during the meal: "..."
People like my sister-in-law really need to be dealt with.
"Let's go to the doctor!"
Qi Ming'an felt extremely distressed and bent down to hug Wu Aizhen, wanting to take him to see a doctor at the village clinic.
Wu Aizhen was too fat and it was very difficult for him to hold her up. Meng Yao saw that this was not going to work and hurriedly stopped her: "Brother, let me put my sister down and let her walk slowly for digestion."
Qi Mingan hesitated for a moment, and just when he was about to put Wu Aizhen down, Wu Aizhen screamed loudly at the top of her voice.
"Don't listen to her, she is the one who harmed me. She wants to kill me!"
Meng Yao: "..." Yes, she doesn't care.
She thinks her sister-in-law Wu Aizhen is not as cute as her brother-in-law Qi Wenye who stole money.
Turning around, he saw that although Qi Wenye was feeling very uncomfortable and kept humming, but it was not her fault, Meng Yao spoke to him again: "Get up and walk slowly, move around more, I see there are some hawthorns at home, I'll wait for them
Order hawthorn water and drink some!"
"I won't drink anymore!"
As soon as he heard that he wanted to eat and drink again, Qi Wenye's stomach just protested and he answered quickly.
He spoke so fast that Meng Yao couldn't laugh or cry.
"Wait until you digest it before drinking it. Besides, the hawthorn water I boiled is delicious. Are you sure... you don't want to drink it?"
tastes good?
Qi Wenye subconsciously licked his lips. Although his stomach was still bloated and uncomfortable, he still asked: "Is it really delicious?"