The grandma smiled lovingly at Ye Qingqing, and it was this kind-hearted girl again.

"Old rules, grandma." Ye Qingqing also smiled. Without further ado, the grandma exploded quickly. Although her hands were covered with age spots, she could vaguely see the beauty of these hands.

When she was young, the grandma must have a pair of delicate hands. Although the grandma was old and haggard, dressed very simply, and could not do anything on the table, she still tried hard to straighten her back, her every move was very decent and elegant, her clothes were clean, and she had obvious creases, and she was meticulous.

This means that the grandma must have received good education, but she is too soft-hearted. She didn't dare to say tough words to Zhaodimu's mother just now. This kind of personality is easy to suffer losses.

"Grandma, if you have any customers who want to take advantage of them in the future, don't be too easy to talk to. Swear when you should, otherwise you will make any money!" Ye Qingqing couldn't help but say.

There are many people like Zhaodimu's mother, and she can't stare at it all the time. The grandma must be tough on her own, otherwise she will suffer losses in the future.

The grandma smiled kindly, "I know that most people are good."

Everyone in the nearby alley knows the situation in her family and generally won’t take advantage of her. Sometimes she is different from her corner and two corners. She should be kind-hearted with this beautiful little girl.

"Then you have to be tough, don't talk too easily!"

Ye Qingqing is quite disgusted with the grandma's bun personality. According to Zhaodimu's mother, the grandma should have a son who cannot take care of himself. Moreover, the mother and son depend on each other for life, and the mother is strong, especially a silly son, but the grandma still has such a bun, and life is so hard!

But the grandma's sauce is really delicious. It looks ordinary, but it tastes different, so the grandma's business is pretty good.

The rice cake was fried, Ye Qingqing applied a layer of sweet noodles sauce and took a bite with satisfaction, "Grandma, your sauce is delicious, are you the ones you serve?"

"No, it's my son's bestiality. He cooks deliciously." The grandma said with a smile.

Ye Qingqing was stunned. Did she guess wrong?

Isn’t the grandma’s son having a brain problem?

Otherwise, how can a fool cook?

"One day I go to my grandma's house to try your meal, it will definitely be delicious." Ye Qingqing said deliberately.

"Okay, my home is No. 56 Qingyu Lane. You said you can just find Grandma Gu. Let my son make delicious food for you at that time." Grandma happily said the address, and she was thinking about how to thank this kind little girl!

"Okay, I'm sure I'll go. Don't sell it too late. Come out and wear a mask in the future. It will be windy at night!"

As usual, Ye Qingqing threw down three dollars, took another egg, and left trotted. The grandmother smiled helplessly, intending to wait for the little girl to come to the door and buy more good food, so that the little girl can eat with satisfaction.

Of course, Ye Qingqing didn't talk nonsense. Whenever the sky came, she would definitely go to her grandma's house. She always felt that the grandma must have a story and couldn't help but want to explore. If possible, help this poor grandma!

She didn't know why, she just wanted to help the grandma!

Ye Qingqing went to Zhaodi's house. Zhaodimu's mother snorted when she saw her. Ye Qingqing was not afraid of her, so she went directly to Zhaodi's house and placed the remaining two eggs in front of Zhaodi who was reading a book.

"Eat it, it's brain-enhancing!"
Chapter completed!