Chapter 121

Zhang Yuee is going to call big er'er'er'er to come and drink with the guests. She is stopped by he Junfeng.

He did not hesitate to help start a fire, and his tall body occupied half of the kitchen.

"Aunt, I won't drink any more wine. The three of us can take a bite and have a chat and make friends."

He smelled the smell of green onion and garlic and continued to praise.

"The smell is authentic. The craft of Begonia can catch up with the chef of a serious hotel."

Su Haitang didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he fried garlic sprouts over a high fire.

"We can do Begonia since childhood." Zhang Yuee couldn't bear to dry the guests and smiled to save the scene.

"Milk, you'd better call uncle and uncle to come. I have something to tell them."

Su Haitang had a fire in his heart and didn't spit out. But she didn't want the milk to look embarrassed next to her and simply sent people away.

Zhang Yuee looked at he Junfeng in embarrassment, frowned and shouted Begonia.

"Milk, you go. I won't quarrel with him. Besides, if you don't trust me, you have to move the rescue soldiers quickly? If you make trouble, it must be my granddaughter who suffers losses?"

Su Haitang said in a soft tone.

Seeing that her granddaughter was in the mood to joke, Zhang Yuee looked at her and asked he Junfeng with a smile: "chief, shall I go to find my son?"

"OK, aunt, I'm giving you trouble."

He Junfeng knew that Su Haitang was "making rules" for him. He refused to cooperate. He added a fire to the stove and half got up and answered with a smile.

Zhang Yuee left happily.

"You have a good relationship with your grandmother." there were only two people left. The atmosphere was frozen. He Junfeng chose a safe word as the opening speech.

"Did your grandmother teach you how to cook? It's really good!"

Su Haitang glanced at him, neatly filled the plate, and made another egg flower soup in the oil pan.

"If you had to step on a horse, pile up two benches, and cook with a pot and shovel from the age of three, you would be able to do it for fifteen or six years, rain or shine, and you would be criticized for every meal. Your cooking skills would be OK."

"Cooking at the age of three?" he Junfeng raised his thick eyebrows and couldn't believe it.

A three-year-old child is not as tall as a pot. Can he hold a kitchen knife with that idea? Can't the child lie deliberately to soften his heart?

Su Haitang was too lazy to distinguish the emotions in his tone and snorted coldly.

"The children of the poor are in charge early. Who calls me father doesn't hurt and mother doesn't love."

"Not only do you have to cook, but you have to fold a family's quilt, sweep the floor, wipe the table, cook, wash the table, feed chickens, feed pigs, sweep the yard and sweep the streets, wash clothes, go up the mountain to pull grass and cut wheat. You have to do everything."

"Later, I had to see my younger brothers and sisters, feed and wash diapers. I was afraid they would run around and fall, work on their backs all day, and have to do it when I was sick. Because if I didn't do it, I had to do it all."

"Milk is a strong labor force in the family. It's tired enough. Su Jianmin's legs and feet are bad. Liu lancui's three are lazy, sneaky, slippery, and wait to die. Milk loves her son and works for several people alone."

"I love milk. I also think Liu lancui was really uncomfortable when they pretended to be ill. Milk taught me to be filial, so I scrambled to work. But they still take it out on me, taking three meals a day, beating and scolding, and having a late night."

"I'm a dead man. Only I know how much I've suffered. You don't understand."

Su Haitang patted cucumber and garlic vigorously and put them on a cold salad with salt and vinegar.

"If I hadn't been protected by milk these years, I wouldn't have lived long. I would have been killed by Liu lancui early."

"I dream every day that someone will tell me that you are not actually a child of the Su family. When your parents find you, you can live a good life with love and pain."

She glanced at he Junfeng, who was embarrassed, and mocked at the corner of her mouth.

"I've grown up and stopped daydreaming when I was a child. Because I have milk and my uncle and uncle, I can grow up safely and make money by myself. These are not the credit of the Su Jianmin family."

"At this time, you appeared. You didn't come to comfort me, pity me, open your mouth, ask me to help you, and scold me for being cold and thin. What I owe you? Milk is right. I just have no parents."