Chapter 8 When Jesus came, he couldn't keep it, I said!
(Negative emotion value balance: 105)
Qin Jingru was also present, with a pout on her face.
It wasn't that Jia Zhang scolded her sister that made her angry, but that Jia Zhang also scolded He Yuzhu, which she couldn't bear.
"Auntie, Brother He is not who you said he is."
As soon as these words came out, Mrs. Jia Zhang stretched her neck and glared angrily, staring at Qin Jingru with two black eyes, which made her stare.
"How dare you talk back, you little girl? This is my house, I can say whatever I want. If you don't like it, get out."
He Yuyu was also frightened by this fierce fighting power. When she saw Jia Zhang's paralysis, she felt that Qin Huairu was not worthy of her brother.
After all, a paralyzed person like Jia Zhang is not only a bottomless pit of money, but also has a very poisonous mouth.
If her brother was with Qin Huairu and had to serve the Jia Zhang family, she would also be implicated. At this moment, she was already giving up.
Qin Jingru on the side was in the blooming age of eighteen or nineteen, how could she bear such a scolding?
I turned around and walked out, but I didn't know where to go. It was going to be dark at night, so I couldn't sleep on the street.
But here she only knew Brother He and her sister, so when she knocked on He Yuzhu's door, she still had some small expectations in her heart.
He Yuzhu thought that Sha Shui was back, and said angrily: "Why are you back!"
"Brother He, it's me, Qin Jingru."
When He Yuzhu heard this, he immediately looked around and saw that it was very good. He hadn't come here yet. It was very clean.
"Sister Jingru, you didn't lock the door. Come in. What's the matter? Come to my place at this time."
"I couldn't stand what Grandma Banggeng said about you. I was kicked out after I contradicted her." Qin Jingru told the truth, but the constant stirring of her two thumbs betrayed her calm appearance at the moment.
He Yuzhu smiled heartily and said, "Then I really want to thank you for speaking up for me. Are you hungry? I'll make you something delicious."
"Gu! Gu——"
Qin Jingru lowered her head and blushed. Ever since she ate two eggs yesterday morning and ate a steamed bun given by her aunt in the middle, she had not eaten anything since, and her stomach had already begun to protest.
He Yuzhu shook his head, if Sha Shui had such a cousin, he would probably grow a lot.
This Widow Qin is really a cheat. She can even cheat a sister who kowtows in the ancestral hall. Since Qin Jingru came, she took her to watch a movie and ignored the rest.
When I came back, I didn't even ask if my cousin was used to it.
"Brother He, let me help you."
Looking at the little girl's embarrassment, I guess she would be too embarrassed to eat if she was not allowed to help.
"Okay! Then peel the potatoes, cut them into shreds, and do something with the cabbage."
The two of them got busy in the kitchen. Their advanced cooking skills were not limited. The simple fried pork with potatoes and vinegar-braised cabbage made people salivate.
Although his kitchen is still some distance from Jia Zhang's house, the rich aroma can fly, coming out of the iron pot, floating out of the window holes, and drifting in the wind, like spring swallows flying down the mountain in the cramped alley.
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The aroma disperses the filth in the air, like sprinkling the air with a layer of gold, elongating one's nose like the glittering golden light lighting up one's eyes.
Naturally, Little Sophora japonica also smelled it. She tugged on the corner of Qin Huairu's clothes and looked at her with longing eyes:
"Mom, I'm hungry! I want to go to Uncle He's house for some delicious food."
Mrs. Jia Zhang was so angry that she even doubted her grandson, not to mention that the two "losers" might be the offspring of Fool Zhu.
He scolded directly: "Uncle He? Why don't you just go and call daddy? Mom is here to give birth to her, but daddy doesn't want anything."
Little Huaihua was frightened by the sudden scolding. Qin Huairu comforted her:
"Little Sophora japonica is not hungry. Mommy will cook for you later, okay?"
He said to Jia Zhang with sincerity: "Mom, I have told you so many times that Bangge is not Shazhu's son, but Dongxu's son. You are also counting your days."
A mouthful of thick phlegm was spat directly on Qin Huairu, and she scolded: "No? How can blood be fused together? Who knows if you, a bitch, just finished dating Dongxu and then quickly married Silly Zhu."
"Didn't doctors say it all? It's superstitious and unscientific."
Qin Huairu began to explain impatiently, feeling nauseated looking at the thick phlegm on her body.
"Science, bullshit science, you two bitches..."
Mrs. Jia Zhang cursed endlessly.
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"Ding! Negative emotions +10."
He Yuzhu was loading the dishes when he heard the prompt and made a guess in his mind.
"Thank you old witch for sending me the 1982 Lafite."
He replaced a bottle of 1992 Lafite from the system. To be honest, he had never drank it before. It was thanks to Jia Zhang that he could drink it today.
Suddenly, He Yuzhu looked at the production date again. It was 1982. This year seemed to be 1964. He was drinking a product that was 20 years overdue???
"Brother He, what is this in your hand?"
Qin Jingru, who came in to serve the dishes, looked curiously at Lafite in front of her.
"This is a good thing. It's a foreign product. Look, it's all foreign. I heard that one bottle can buy a bicycle."
"It's so expensive! How delicious the contents of this bottle must be!"
The little girl began to use her imagination, trying to imagine the taste of this bottle of wine.
"I'll let you try it later."
"Really? Brother He, you are such a good person."
Um...good guy card x 3.
I exchanged some negative emotion points for two goblets and originally planned to have a candlelight dinner.
But Qin Jingru said: "Brother He, what are you doing? White candles are only used by dead people."
This sudden insult made He Yuzhu no longer in the mood to have a candlelight dinner, and he also memorized this insulting quote in his notebook.
White candles are for the dead.——Qin Jingru
"Brother He, what are you writing?"
"Oh! Write something down. I hope I can publish a book in the future."
"Then Brother He is a writer?"
"That's right!?"
"Then Brother He is really educated." The little girl said with admiration.
Sure enough, only the truth is the most sultry. The little girl is quite good at chatting.
After pouring red wine into the two goblets, Qin Jingru stared at the glass of wine in front of her with wide eyes.
Neither the cup nor the wine was anything she had ever seen before.
Asked: "Brother He, what do you want to drink?"
He Yuzhu doesn't know this either, but although he has never drank it, he has seen it on TV.
"You shouldn't drink this kind of wine in large gulps. You should drink it slowly, sipping it one mouthful at a time." As he said that, he picked up the wine glass and took a sip. It was sour, astringent, and really unpleasant to drink.
Dog system, sell me expired products, rnm, refund my money.
Qin Jingru imitated He Yuzhu's example, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
I don’t know if it was the energy of Yangmazi, or the energy of He Yuzhu who said he could exchange it for a bicycle, that made Qin Jingru say, “It tastes really good.”
He Yuzhu didn't believe that a village girl could have better taste than he, a useless dog of the 21st century, he didn't believe it, he definitely didn't believe it.
Then, he was slapped in the face.
He drank a glass of wine from a bottle, and Qin Jingru drank the rest.
The little girl's face was as red as a peach, and He Yuzhu couldn't help but want to take a bite.
He Yuzhu thought to himself: "Is she drunk? Then I can do whatever I want."
Just when he was about to take the next step, the door rang.
The one who interrupted wanted to take the next step and said angrily: "Who is it? It's late at night, you are knocking the soul."
"Ding! Negative emotion value +1."
Don't think that if you give me negative emotion points, I can forgive you, at least - you'll have to pay more.
Opening the door, the third uncle's face appeared in He Yuzhu's eyes, which made his anger gradually rise.
It’s true that there is a way to heaven if you don’t take it, but there is no door to hell but you can come to it on your own.
I planned to let your tires go today, but now, hum!
I have removed the tire, even if Jesus comes, He will not be able to keep it, I said so!!