Spatial Peasant Girl: These Mad Darlings Are Delicate and Gullible

Xiaoxiao didn't want Mrs. Song to feel guilty, so she suggested in a friendly way: "How about changing to a smaller one?"

He dug into the butler's pocket and said, "This is already the smallest silver dime." He actually took out a handful of silver ingots that were obviously much larger.

Mrs. Song was very distressed. She didn't want to collect so much, but she couldn't find it.

Ning Erlang stepped forward and collected the money, and shouted like a restaurant waiter: "Thank you for your patronage, welcome to come back next time~"

Xiaoxiao chuckled: "Next time you come back, whether you want to eat or get pickles, I will give them to you for free."

After eating and drinking enough, Shen Tianci wanted to have another mouthful, his eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly.

Before leaving, Xiaoxiao gave him a can of hawthorn soup made by herself. She put it in a hot bamboo tube and drank it while walking. It tasted good and was good for digestion.

Seeing how considerate she was, the housekeeper smiled even more kindly. He also ate the food just now, and his stomach was indeed a bit full. Xiaoxiao also brought him a drink equally, and the beautiful afternoon began with a farewell.

When Shen Tianci walked out of Ning's house, he said as he walked: "The omelette rice is so delicious. Miss Ning's cooking is so good. She said she would give me French fries next time she has time. Butler, what are the French fries?"

The young man's cheerful voice floated into Rong Yan's courtyard without any obstruction, allowing everyone inside to hear clearly.

So... Miss Ning just cooked for the person who just left, not for them? Okay, so embarrassing...

Rong Yan lowered his head, with an incomprehensible expression on his face, but the rabbit he had just held in his arms was thrown away by him again and fell to the ground in the yard.

His calm voice soon reached everyone's ears, and there was no hint of joy or anger.

"Let's cook."

Yun Yi wanted to sigh, but after holding it back, he resigned himself to steaming the steamed buns.

Rong Yan ate a few snacks that were always available at home and started reading, but she stayed on the same page for a long time and couldn't read it - she had already understood, right, that "preference" had nothing to do with him, and she was planning to give up on herself.

He was already used to being "given up".

When Ning Fengnian came back, he learned that his daughter had earned one or two cents for one meal. He was so happy that he opened his mouth from ear to ear and said, "Isn't this a scam?" "Next time, I'll treat you well!" "Pickles!" Give me more!" At the same time, he repeatedly praised his daughter for her ability.

Xiaoxiao squinted her eyes to listen, and when she saw that he was hesitant to speak, she decided not to ask. After hearing enough of the compliments, she turned around to put away the dishes and wash them.

Ning Fengnian hesitated and asked, "Do you still have any eggs at home?"

Xiaoxiao glanced at him: "Why, dad is not full?"

Ning Fengnian blushed and hesitated and couldn't say anything. He wanted to send some to his old house. His food was very good recently, but when he was just eating by himself, he always felt that he could hear his mother's scolding in his ears, scolding him for being unfilial. , scolding him for being selfish and scolding him for drinking her milk in vain when he was a child.

Ning Erlang curled his lips and followed him. He whispered to his sister in a low voice: "I heard that the second aunt went to the rice field to chat with dad today." Tsk, I don't know how to avoid suspicion.

Xiaoxiao asked: "Is this a cliché again?"

No, Ning Erlang got angry when he said it: "Then we talked about what happened when dad was a child. Our grandma passed away a long time ago. When grandma got married, dad was still young, and he was always sick. Later, when he became seriously ill, grandma became ill. I used my own milk to feed your father according to the folk prescription, but my second uncle became seriously ill, and everyone in the family said it was because the milk was given to father and he didn't have enough for himself."

"Only this matter, Grandma and Second Aunt talk about it all day long, as if Dad owes them a huge favor!"

"What did you say today, 'My parents are not as strong as before, and I don't know how tired they will be if they go to the ground again.' Don't you just want our family to help?"

He almost dropped the bowl: "I'm just wondering, are our families divided? Why does the second aunt take whatever she wants from our family? When the old house wants people to work, she picks from our family. Dad is hurting our whole family." When you are so hungry that you eat chaff, where are all the people?"

Ningjiro was only in his early thirteenth year, and the half-grown boy became more and more sad as he spoke, almost to tears.

Xiaoxiao sighed: "Maybe in our father's eyes, all the people in Laozhai are good people, and the Ning family will always be a family, and..."

She narrowed her eyes: "It seems that our separation of families is just a verbal agreement?"