In the middle of the main hall, next to the dining table, eight children surrounded Jian Ning, looking at the fragrant oil residue in the dustpan, and looking at her cousin.

"Hey, one is missing." Jian Ning pointed at the number of people: "Delly, your elder sister didn't come?"

I just came a few days ago and the kids at home were unable to recognize them at all and could only order the number of people.

Deli's eyes stuck in the dustpan: "I called her, she won't come."

Maybe he was embarrassed to learn from a group of half-large kids, after all, Jian Huanhuan was eighteen years old.

As he spoke, Jian Yong from the third room quietly stretched out his dirty claws - the target oil residue.

Jian Ning gently patted the back of his hand: "Everyone washes your hands, don't eat it if you don't wash it clean."

Now, I'm poking a chicken coop.

Jian Yong howled out, rolled to the ground very skillfully, kicking his calves, and howled loudly: "I want to eat meat, I want meat, you dare to hit me, you bad guy..."

Liu Guilan is particularly doting on her youngest son and spoils Jian Yong so much that she is a naughty child.

Jian Ning was not his mother, so she ignored him and said to others: "If you want to eat, go wash your hands and go to the cupboard to get the bowl yourself."

Several children cheered and scattered, running faster than rabbits.

Only Jian Qin and Jian Li didn't move. One hurriedly went to help his younger brother, and the other whispered: "Be good, get up, second sister will take you to wash your hands."

Jian Li was anxious. While worried about the separation of oil and meat, she was worried about not caring about her younger brother. When her younger brother went home to complain, she was my mother's treasure, so she and her elder sister would definitely be beaten by her mother.

"I don't!" Jian Yong rolled around and was just not able to get up, kicking his legs and kicking Jian Ning: "You are a bad guy, no one wants bad guy. I want to sue my mother, you won't give me meat."

Jian Li glanced at her expressionless cousin, and half threatened and half coaxed: "If you can't get up, the oily meat will be gone for a while. Sister Ning Si wouldn't leave you alone like her mother."

"Himmer~" Jian Yong burped, and secretly looked at his cold cousin with his eyes open, and gradually he cried.

I probably understand that this is not useful.

He jumped up like a spring, skillfully wiped his sleeves with tears, glanced at his cold and ruthless cousin with grievance, and pursed his mouth and shouted at his elder sister: "You take me to wash your hands, my butt hurts."

The five or six-year-old naughty child still knows to find a way for him, a ghost spirit.

"Delly, go and ask Comrade Jiang if he wants to eat." While the children were washing their hands, Jane Ning said to Deli.

As he walked into the house, Deli thought, "Do you need to ask? Will anyone dislike the fragrant and sweet oil residue?"

As a result, Jiang Yihua shook his head and said he would not eat it, and an incredible light suddenly appeared in Deli's eyes.

Is this a fool?

Surely!!!

The children washed their hands and held the bowls, staring at their cousin's hands that were sprinkling sugar into the dustpan without blinking, and their saliva was flooded.

Gudong Gudong swallowed saliva.

"Why am I less than them!" Jian Yong looked at other people's bowls, then his own bowls. Both sisters were half a bowl, and his oily meat only covered the bottom of the bowl and stopped drying.

His bowl has never had more than his sisters.

"Because you scold me for being bad, I only share the oil residue in your bowl because of your surname Jian. If you shout at anyone in my family next time, my snacks will be gone." Jian Ning's face stinged: "You should not eat too much. Also, you have decided that after eating my food, I will be in the same group as me. Friends should be loyal. In the future, you can't scold me, but you have to help me if others scold me."

No one taught him how old the child was, but he knew what a bad guy was. It must be Liu Guilan who was muttering in the room with the old lady on her back, which made the child learn to speak.

"We are friends, will you keep giving me meat?" Jian Yong raised his head and stared at his cousin and asked.

Jane Ning nodded.

"Okay." Jian Yong sniffed: "I won't scold you anymore."

The naughty child was defeated by the sugar-coated shells.

The other children also yelled to be friends with Jian Ning.

Jian Yong felt obediently, and Jian Ning added a spoonful of oil residue to him, and made up a sufficient amount, half a bowl of it.

The little kid was confused and his eyes were shiny. It turned out that he could not roll around!

Jian Ning asked her third sister to eat half a bowl, but she didn't eat a few pieces herself. She had a meal alone at noon.

After eating the delicious and sweet oil residue, the younger children sucked the fragrance remaining on their fingers, staring at the remaining oil residue with their eyes full of their eyes.

"This is your sister Huanhuan and your breasts," said Jane Ning.

Several kids moved their eyes away with difficulty.

"Let's go back together." Jian Ning didn't plan to send the oil residue in person, but Jian Yong's bad guy reminded her.

"Doctor Song came to his house today?" Jian Ning asked Deli on the way.

“Here comes.”

"What did he say?"

Deli reported in detail: "Doctor Song said that Brother Jiang has a good foundation and has recovered quickly in skin trauma. He needs to be cured by injuries on his thighs and calves fractures. Do not move at will."

The two families were adjacent to each other and arrived at the main courtyard without saying a word. Jian Ning handed Deli half a bowl of sugar and oil residue: "Send it to your elder sister's room."

Today, I was divided into fish, and it was rare to have a meal of meat. The three wives at home were all in the kitchen to prepare for dinner, and the old lady kept accounts in the inner room.

The old lady didn't know much about literacy, but she remembered her work points and had no problem with daily expenses. She almost knew all the simple strokes, such as the mountains and rivers of all sizes... These simple characters are free of obstacles to recognize.

In Shuimo Village, he is considered half a cultural person, and his knowledge is better than that of ordinary village women.

After all, I have been a big family for several years. What I see and hear, what I hear, what I hear, and what I hear, and finally I unknowingly form a stream of value.

Jane Ning went straight to the inner room.

When the old lady saw a bowl of oil residue, she happily complained: "Take me like a little kid."

Jian Ning's mouth bent: "Let you keep sweet, I put sugar. Each of the children has divided half a bowl, so don't leave it for them and eat it yourself."

As he said that, he picked up a piece and stuffed it into the old lady's mouth, not giving her a chance to talk about wasting sugar or something.

The old lady gave her granddaughter a blank look, and then she narrowed her eyes because of the fragrance, but she still didn't forget to ask: "When did you buy the oil?"

"The day I picked up my third sister." Jian Ning paused for a moment, expressed his cousin's performance today, and focused on the bad guy.

What a child knows is what he learns from adults.

How could the old lady not understand where the little grandson learned it, and said in anger: "Dog guy, his skin is itchy again. Let's see if I won't teach her a lesson for a while!"

"Don't do it, it's useless." Jian Ning shook her head: "Do you still don't know what Sanniang is?"

Typically, remember to eat but not beat!

It's not a big deal. I scolded me and calmed down for a few days, and then I became cute again after a few days. The old lady was so sad that she was terrible. If the third child hadn't had a weak foundation and could not bear the heavy work, it would be hard to say about her wife. The choice range was narrow, how could she have picked such a bad thing back?

Jian Ning whispered: "This is something. You have to have a good chat with Uncle San in private. You should pay attention to it. The more he rolls around, the more he can't follow him. Whenever he gets angry, he always uses crying and rolls all over the floor to get benefits. Excessive spoiling will only harm him."
Chapter completed!