"Silly Zhu, you are very good."
"If not for your help."
"Sis, these days are over…"
"I'll hurry back."
"Hurry up and go back."
"These won't be fragrant if they get cold.”
"Give the stick more."
"I think he has lost weight."
Qin Huairu entered the house.
Silly Zhu smiled and entered the house.
He entered the house.
He took out the leftover cornbread.
"It's good to have this."
What's there to pick?
Water to boil some cabbage.
Add some sesame oil.
Add some salt.
The chopsticks stirred a few times.
He opened the cornbread and put it in.
The soup was also quite nourishing.
It was not a problem to fill his stomach.
However, the taste was not good.
However…
Silly Zhu didn't care about this.
He was a chef.
How could he let himself starve?
Usually, when he was cooking.
He was full after tasting it.
He didn't lack this little thing…
He thought of the half roasted duck and braised carp left in the lunch box.
Silly Zhu gulped.
He lay down on the bed.
Sleep.
There was nothing delicious in the dream.
Qin Huairu heated up the food and brought it over.
Jia Zhangshi and the stick had their mouths full.
Half a chicken was finished in two bites.
Jia Zhang-shi chewed the bones clean.
The fish didn't even let go of the bones.
There was not even a bit of meat left.
"Mommy, Little Dang wants to eat meat too."
Little Dang wasn't full to begin with.
Now he saw the meat.
He was so greedy that he bit his fingers.
Her saliva flowed down her fingers onto her clothes.
Suck, suck, suck…
He sucked the oil off his hands.
Jia Zhangshi raised her head.
"You money-losing thing, why are you eating meat…"
"Here, this bone is for you."
"Mom."
Qin Huairu was so angry that her body was trembling.
This was her biological granddaughter.
He was treating her like a dog.
Qin Huiru was angry.
Jia Zhang-shi shut her mouth.
He hugged his sobbing daughter in his arms.
Qin Huairu said gently.
"Be good, Little Dang."
"Mom will cook chicken soup for you tomorrow."
"The soup made from this chicken bone is very fragrant.”
In the end.
He couldn't bear to throw away those chicken bones.
Although there was no meat on it.
But there was still bone marrow inside.
He stewed the bones.
The bone marrow inside was still delicious.
When he heard that there was chicken soup to drink.
Little Dang stopped crying.
nodded obediently
"Mommy, Little Dang wants to drink chicken soup."
Beside him, the stick was rubbing his stomach.
She imitated Jia Zhangshi and lay on the kang.
As for his two younger sisters…
When there were more things, they would split them.
When it was less, it was not enough for him.
How could she eat it?
A little money loser.
What good things to eat?
It was fine as long as he did not starve to death.
This ingrate.
Since he was young, he had learned his grandmother's philosophy of favoring sons over daughters.
He fed the two of them.
The house was finally quiet.
A quiet night passed.
They waited for the sun to rise the next morning.
The news of Zhao Aimin's blind date had already spread in the courtyard.
Third Aunt bumped into Aunt Wu who was going back last night.
He asked.
Auntie Wu told him everything.
Finding a wife was not something shameful.
There was nothing to hide.
Hence, he decided to do it.
Third Aunt was sitting at the door early in the morning.
She would say to everyone,"Zhao Aimin is going on a blind date today."”
"I wonder which family's daughter she is from?”
He woke up in the morning.
Which family didn't go out to empty the urinal?
There was no toilet in the courtyard.
He had to go to the outhouse on the street.
He walked around the circle.
Everyone in the hospital knew about this.
Zhao Aimin was still cooking at home.
He cracked an egg.
Cut some green onions.
He made a plate of scrambled eggs with green onions.
Then, he heated up two steamed buns.
A luxurious breakfast was enough.
He sat in front of the stove and waited for the steamed buns to heat up.
Zhao Aimin opened the check-in system.
"Sign in."
Ding…I've signed in for four consecutive days this week.
Obtained 5 catties of roasted pig trotters.
A box of canned fruit.
A grilled ham.
He saw the pile of rewards for today.
Zhao Aimin patted his butt.
"Whoever comes today will be lucky."
He took out the pig trotters first.
The golden roasted pork trotters were steaming.
It looked extremely delicious.
Zhao Aimin took out a pork trotter.
The rest were placed back into the system's warehouse.
The food rewarded by the system.
The taste was definitely first-class.
According to Zhao Aimin's judgment.
The Empress Dowager Cixi ate something similar to this.
Let's talk about the system's warehouse.
As long as it belonged to Zhao Aimin.
They could all be placed inside.
Moreover, no matter what this thing looked like.
It definitely wouldn't break inside.
Just like the pork trotters just now.
The next time he took it out, it would still be golden yellow.
It looked like it had just been roasted.
Last time, Zhao Aimin put a popsicle in.
A few days later, he took it out.
Good heavens, it was hard.
According to him.
This warehouse was a refrigerator.
As for whether or not he could put living things inside.
Zhao Aimin hadn't tested it yet.
Ever since he came to this world.
First, he buried his father.
After that, he treated his mother.
After that, he couldn't stir up the pot.
He had almost starved to death.
In the end, the system saved him.
He entered the factory to take over his father's work.
To improve his abilities.
When everything returned to normal.
Aunt Wu asked him if he wanted to find a wife.
Zhao Aimin asked about the little girl.
He was a formal employee of the sewing machine factory.
His monthly salary was 38.2 yuan.
Three generations of farmers.
His father was in charge of the accounts of the supply and marketing cooperative.
Naturally, there was no choice.
The little girl was also a beauty.
Except that his butt wasn't very big.
He didn't know if he would be despised.
Zhao Aimin said at that time.
"Definitely not."
In this era, it was important to have a big butt and give birth to a boy.
However, a big butt was also a strong body.
On the contrary, those who did not have much meat on their bodies.
It was extremely disgusting.
Without flesh on his body, he had no strength.
How would he work then?
Nowadays, who wouldn't work less for themselves when they married a wife?
She was like a young mistress every day.
Who would take a fancy to him?
However, Zhao Aimin's taste was different from theirs.
He did not agree with the aesthetics of this era.
He was also unwilling.
He just wanted a slim figure.
Wife!
Wouldn't that mean that she would be treated like a young mistress?
His conditions.
What kind of work did he need his wife to do?
Others married a wife to be a nanny.
She had to be a young mistress.
Anger them to death.
As for whether it was beautiful or not.
Sigh!
He had seen all kinds of beautiful women in his previous life.
According to that standard.
He might as well be a bachelor for the rest of his life.
Facing the yellow soil, back facing the sky.
What kind of beauty could there be?
Even men could not take their eyes off a woman like Qin Huairu.
However, Zhao Aimin was the only one.
She was simply not worth mentioning!
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