Lin Qiao understood the child's insecurity. She gave him an angry look and said, "Why? I thought I was gone? I don't want you anymore?"

It is best to say this kind of thing clearly, otherwise the villain will be anxious and may have problems if he is not doing it.

Song Tingfan pursed his lips and nodded timidly.

"Uncle, that's how you miss your sister-in-law?"

Lin Qiao pretended to be a little aggrieved and said, "Sister-in-law is only kissing my uncle now. This is my home. Where can I go?"

Then she lowered her voice and said in a low voice: "Does my uncle not want my sister-in-law to be in this house? If I don't want to, I will pack up my things and leave."

"I know my sister-in-law is a burden and will drag my uncle down. I'm sorry, you can take good care of yourself in the future." After saying that, my eyes turned red, and soon the big bean eyes fell down. She raised her head again, looking like she didn't want to cry.

It makes people feel distressed just by standing, let alone crying and raining.

Lin Qiao took this to the extreme.

Seeing her crying, Song Tingfan was panicked and waved his hand quickly, "No, no, I like my sister-in-law very much."

"Sister-in-law, don't leave. I'm just afraid that you don't want me either." When he said this, his eyes were slightly red.

"Why would my sister-in-law want you? You are my husband's only brother, and my sister-in-law will definitely raise him." Lin Qiaoqiang looked at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Uncle, my sister-in-law really wants to treat you well. I will go to the underworld to have a confession with my husband in the future."

"All these days, I dreamed of my husband every night, and he repeatedly told me to take good care of you."

"How can I lose my husband's love, and how can I lose my uncle's love for me, my sister-in-law."

She stopped talking at this point, then turned her head and wiped her tears, looking through her fingers at the villain's expression, his face full of self-blame and guilt.

She withdrew her gaze.

"Sister-in-law, I'm sorry, don't cry, I, I..."

Song Tingfan was at a loss and didn't know how to comfort her.

"Uncle, I'm fine. Don't worry, I won't leave." Lin Qiao said this and didn't go to see him. She squatted down and used a shovel to make the dirt, poked it into a place, obviously absent-minded in her work.

Song Tingfan saw that his sister-in-law was wronged and very aggrieved. He couldn't help but blame himself. Then he thought of something and hurriedly said, "Sister-in-law, I've dug up bamboo shoots, a lot."

He turned around and ran to the main house, and soon came out with something again. He opened the clothes wrapped in bamboo shoots to show her, "Sister-in-law, I will give you all."

Seeing that Lin Qiao was almost in a state of emotion, she lowered her head and wiped the corners of her eyes, then looked up at the bamboo shoot, her voice a little hoarse, "Uncle, where were you looking for?"

"Spot it in the back mountain, no one goes in there."

Song Tingfan looked at her carefully and found that her eyes were slightly red. His hands holding the clothes tightened a little. He coaxed clumsyly: "Sister-in-law, I'll cook bamboo shoots for you, okay?"

"Okay." Lin Qiao nodded of course.

Song Tingfan breathed a sigh of relief, "It will be fine in a while." After that, he rushed into the kitchen with bamboo shoots in his arms.

Maybe he ran too fast, kicked to the threshold, staggered, but quickly stabilized again.

"Uncle, be careful."

He couldn't see others anymore, Lin Qiao raised her eyebrows, it was easy to raise the villain.

Very easy to fool.

Tsk, with acting skills, let alone a vicious sister-in-law, even a vicious wife... no, she is a vicious stepmother, she can turn the world around, making the villain stupid.

I can only say that the slap in the face hurts too much later.

After a while, she washed her hands and went into the kitchen to help cook. Song Tingfan was still peeling the bamboo shoots. The bamboo shoots had a little hair, and itchy when touched by their hands. He took a ragged rag and wrapped it in it.

Lin Qiao took the rag and squatted on the other side of him. Before he could reach out, he hurriedly said, "Sister-in-law, don't touch it, it will itch."

He will inevitably encounter him after using a rag, and his hands are already itchy.

Lin Qiao naturally saw it, and she said, "Uncle, I'll do it, you can wash it with clean water."

"Sister-in-law, I'm a man, I'm not itchy." Song Tingfan didn't let her do it, so he got all the bamboo shoots under his feet.

The twelve-year-old child talks about men all day long. Lin Qiao finds it a little funny, but her face doesn't show any expression. "Uncle, men can also itch, they are all humans."

Seeing that he didn't move, she reached out to take the bamboo shoots and peeled them, and said, "I'll peel them together with my uncle, peel them quickly."

For a moment, there was only the sound of peeling the shell, which was a little crisp and long. Song Tingfan looked up at his sister-in-law who was slightly bowing his head, and he felt inexplicably satisfied.

He is willing to live like this with his sister-in-law for the rest of his life.

The two of them fry half a bamboo shoot for lunch, but there was still a lot left. Lin Qiao soaked them all in the sauerkraut jar and put some salt in it.

Song Tingfan helped her out, and when she saw that she had done it, he quickly scooped water to wash her hands, "Sister-in-law, wash it."

Lin Qiao nodded and saw that her sleeves were hanging down a little. She looked at Song Tingfan, "Uncle, please roll up my sleeves."

Song Tingfan was stunned for a moment, glanced at his snow-white arms, his face turned red and he stretched out his hands unnaturally.

Lin Qiao didn't notice it. She said while washing: "Uncle, I bought some seeds and wait until the seeds in the yard corner germinate, let's go plant them together."

Song Tingfan nodded, and he said curiously: "Sister-in-law, were you growing seedlings before?"

"Well, I don't know how to plant it, so I'll try it first." Lin Qiao shook the water in her hand.

"I can, sister-in-law, I can produce seedlings, and I need to use ash."

"Uncle, you can plant it?"

Lin Qiao was a little surprised that his twelve-year-old child could farm. Even if the people here were precocious, children who were about the same village were playing.

Song Tingfan nodded seriously, "Uncle taught me, he said he had something to eat after learning."

For rural people, they can’t starve to death if they can farm, as long as they don’t encounter natural disasters.

Lin Qiao said "Oh", the villain's uncle is really good to the villain, "I'm so capable, uncle, teach me."

Song Tingfan was a little embarrassed when he was praised. He snatched his head, "Okay."

Afterwards, the two of them rubbed mud in the yard. The sun set from the sky to the bottom of the mountain and hid. The sky was still blue and there was a little blush.

"It's finally over, I'm so exhausted." The woman in the yard stood up and stretched her waist.

The boy opposite her got up and went into the kitchen, quickly brought a scoop of water out and handed it to her, "Sister-in-law, do you want to drink water?"

A pair of pure black eyes are extremely bright, like an elk.

Lin Qiao is Yan Gou, cough, I couldn't help but take a look at her again. She wasn't afraid of the villain being bad, but she was afraid of the villain being handsome. In a few years, will this villain reach the level of being handsome even if he is shit?

...

After a few days, I waited for the seedlings to be produced and watered them in the morning and evening. Lin Qiao did embroidery work at home, each one was faster than the other, but it took more than two hours.

Song Tingfan was not idle either and often went up the mountain to dig hunting pits. Because his sister-in-law did not allow him to go to the mountains to hunt alone, he dug hunting pits outside and used dead rats to attract them.

There were many people outside and few animals. There were no prey for several days. On that day, Song Tingfan found that the hunting pit he built was being ripped off, and there was still blood on the tip of the bamboo. There should be prey, but it was taken.

He looked around, but didn't know who it was.
Chapter completed!