Liu Qing was embarrassed on the lake and said bitterly, "Hey, it was your grandparents who were wrong. I can't persuade them, and I can't tell you. Hey, in short, I'm useless and can't help you."

Liu Meihua hurriedly said, "third brother, in that family, I remember how sincere he is to me. As long as my parents are there, I won't be as weak as before, and I won't let them knead and flatten."

"Well, Meihua, you should be like this," Liu Qinghu praised. "If you are as hot as your eldest sister, they dare not bully you."

Fu Yingying thought of her aunt. Her grandparents asked an old widower who had lost his wife for 100 kilograms of grain and sold 200 kilograms of sweet potatoes to her aunt, but she was smart and didn't want to be manipulated by her family. She directly stole her household register. She got a marriage certificate from the mountain man she knew when she built the river. She didn't want anything, so she followed the man into the mountain.

Although life is hard, men treat her well.

If my aunt's family was not poor, maybe it would be better for Fu Yingying, but my heart is not enough.

"Well, I wrote it down." Liu Meihua nodded and saw her daughter desperate to protect her. She had no reason not to cheer up and protect her daughter.

Tired in the middle of the night, Li Dafu was solved. All three were sleepy and went to bed quickly.

The next day, it was just daybreak outside, and someone knocked at the door.

Sun Xinghai stood outside the door and asked Liu Meihua, "Meihua, you were frightened yesterday. If you don't want to go to the county, I'll help you sell the fruit when I deliver the meat."

"What fruit?" Liu Qinghu just came out and saw that several fruit trees in the yard had no fruit. He was surprised and said, "can you sell money for such awful fruit?"

Fu Yingying took a basket of fruit to Liu Qinghu and said, "third uncle, this is the fruit my family has produced this year. Take it back to my third aunt, cousins and cousins. However, don't tell others that I don't want my grandparents to come and ask for some fruit money as soon as I sell it!"

Liu Qinghu smiled, "well, don't say, absolutely don't say."

Liu Qinghu went home with fruit and didn't return all night. His wife is probably worried.

Fu Yingying, Liu Meihua put the fruit on the cart, and sun Xinghai helped pull it out.

Today, as soon as the tractor stopped at the back door of Siji restaurant, I saw chef Li coming out, but his arm was wrapped with thick gauze, and yellow water leaked from it to dirty the gauze.

"Uncle Li, what's the matter with you?" Fu Yingying asked hurriedly, trying to confirm whether the reminder to chef Li that day was accurate.

When chef Li saw Fu Yingying, he regretted, "Hey, yesterday you reminded me not to go near the soup pot. I didn't take it seriously. Unexpectedly, the soup pot was knocked down by a boy. At that time, I was nearby. It was too late to avoid, and my arm was burned."

"Uncle Li, take care of your body!" Fu Yingying nodded, just as she had calculated from looking at chef Li's face that day. At this time, a prescription flashed in her mind, which could just treat chef Li's scald. Otherwise, chef Li would leave ugly scars on it, and that skin would become very fragile, As soon as you eat irritating things or drink alcohol, you will be allergic immediately.

It's very cruel for a chef not to touch all kinds of spices and food.