Siheyuan: I, He Yuzhu, an outlaw lunatic

"Scene: Qin Huairu intends to introduce her cousin Qin Jingru to the host."

"Option [-]: Agree with her, what a bird! Doesn't the host know what kind of virtue Qin Jingru is? He directly rejected Qin Huairu's pulling string and gave her two slaps."

"Choose a reward: three catties of flour tickets, plus five yuan."

"Option [-]: Can the host miss such a good thing? Think about the girl with the ponytail, she is called a water spirit. Doesn't the host feel it is a pity that Xu Damao will pick such a peach in the future? It's time to stand up and defend The world is at peace."

"Choose a reward: ten dollars."

obvious.

These two options.

The latter rewards are a bit richer.

Ten yuan, in this day and age, is definitely a lot of money.

I'm really not a greedy person.

The reason why two options come out later.

I chose the second option.

The main reason is that the words of the system are so good.

It's time to stand up for world peace.

As a responsible man.

I think I still need to stop Xu Damao's bad behavior of derailment in marriage.

"elder sister!"

"You said it earlier!"

I walked over with a smile on my face.

"You have used your cousin to hang me for three years."

The skill of speaking.

I also stared straight out of the window.

This scene was captured by Qin Huairu's eyes.

"Don't look, she hasn't come yet!"

Qin Huairu made this a reminder.

Seeing that I was a little disappointed, Qin Huairu said with a smile: "Look at you, you are so stupid. When you meet my cousin, if you see each other right, don't forget that I am such a middleman."

"Sister, look at what you said, how can it be!"

I responded with this sentence.

If it's not a system task, I'm really too lazy to make amends to this woman.

Seeing that Qin Huairu never left the pot of chicken soup.

I have some ideas in my mind.

When I came to the casserole where the soup was made, I picked up the spoon, stirred the pot twice, and said deliberately: "It's so delicious!"

My words were accompanied by the aroma of chicken soup, which immediately hooked Qin Huairu's greedy worms.

She didn't forget what her purpose was.

"I said sister, don't think about this pot of chicken soup."

"This is what I prepared for the rain."

now.

I moved out of He Yushui.

I remember that.

In the plot, that's how it is.

The old hen brought by He Yuzhu from the factory was just to give He Yushui a taste of it.

but.

my words.

Obviously did not repel Qin Huairu.

This woman has to do it herself, even the pot and the chicken, all in one pot.

"Don't be so stingy."

"I'm planning to introduce my cousin to you."

"You don't have to thank me."

If the pan is not hot.

I'm afraid that Qin Huairu could run away with this pot of chicken soup.

"You've been hanging on me for three years now."

I pretended to be angry.

"No, no! This time it's true, and she's here in just a day or two."

After saying this, Qin Huairu's eyes still did not leave the pot of chicken soup.

And just after Qin Huairu entered my house.

Jia Zhang, who was lying by the window, looked towards my room without blinking.

"This broken shoe has been gone for so long, why hasn't it come back?"

"Must be cuckolding my son again."

Speaking of which.

Jia Zhang was angry.

She wanted to leave the house and come towards me.

However, after seeing Xu Damao's house and Lou Xiao'e still standing at the door, she retreated.

even.

The old widow couldn't help covering her pockets.

Sudden.

Jia Zhang thought of something again.

"This broken shoe can't drink all the chicken soup by himself!"

The more you think.

The more Jia Zhang couldn't calm down.

but.

people to the door.

She still stopped.

because.

at this time.

When she saw the house of the third master Yan Bugui, a person lifted the curtain, talking and laughing, giving instructions to the third mother.

That person is no one else.

It was Xu Damao.

Even if Xu Damao didn't look at her.

But Jia Zhang, who was guilty, still clutched his pockets, put down the curtain, and returned to the house as if fleeing.

Actually.

From the beginning.

She didn't have the courage to walk out of this room.

They are all in the neighborhood.

Who is Xu Damao.

Jia Zhang knows better than anyone else.

Thinking of the fact that my good grandson was exposed for stealing chickens today, and complained about Xu Damao's Jia Zhang, he plausibly said: "Whoever makes anyone in the yard don't raise chickens, but your family raises chickens, and you still raise them so well." Fat, you deserve it if you get stolen!"

And just when Mrs. Jia Zhang missed my pot of chicken soup, scolded her daughter-in-law, and even complained about Xu Damao.

Qin Huairu in my room said a lot of good things to me.

Seeing that my expression has eased a lot.

More importantly.

The pot of chicken soup that came down from the stove was slightly cold.

This is the end.

Qin Huairu, who has already started, is about to run away with the chicken soup: "Silly, don't worry! I have always taken care of the matter between you and my cousin. I promise you will see Dahuo in a couple of days." people."

Although I know how this chicken came from, it's not even a good chicken, it's just leftovers from the factory; but I don't want to be taken advantage of by Qin Huairu for no reason.

Just as I reached out to grab the chicken soup.

Qin Huairu, who was anxious to leave because of panic, tripped and fell, it doesn't matter.

She fell directly into my arms.

to say.

Coincidentally.

Speaking from my experience as a senior Mojin Xiaowei fan.

Get started.

Orientation toward the mountain.

I knew exactly where my hand was on Qin Huairu's part.

time.

At this moment it seemed to stand still.

I looked down at Qin Huairu condescendingly.

But Qin Huairu's eyes dodged a little.

Although to be honest, this woman is not a woman who guards herself like a jade; she can even go to a small warehouse with Xu Damao for two steamed buns and a dish; but it has to be said that she still retains the shyness of a woman.

To tell the truth.

Looking at Qin Huairu from a close distance.

I really can't see it.

This is the face of a woman who has given birth to three children and can still maintain it.

"Pillar, I..."

One hand is always holding the pot of chicken soup that hasn't been spilled.

I spent a long time.

Qin Huairu didn't come out with a message from me either.

Through the clothes.

I could feel her quickening heartbeat.

And at this time.

Ding dong.

The sound of the system going online sounds.

Depend on!
There won't be another mission!

A small courtyard, really opened my eyes, it is simply a treasure trove of experience.

"Scene: Qin Huairu stumbled and almost fell down. The host instinctively supported her, and even the closeness of a man and a woman aroused Qin Huairu's affection."

"Option [-]: Can a mother of three children make the host unable to extricate herself? Thinking about the woman's broken shoes, can the host really handle it? Let her go, let her fall to the ground, and then ruthlessly He snatched the chicken soup. What kind of sense of justice is there with such an unruly widow."

"Choose reward: five yuan, plus Quanjude Roast Duck."

"Option [-]: What's wrong with the mother of the third child! The host doesn't know that mature women are more attractive. Back then, Cao Cao and Cao Mengde were such heroes. They didn't mind this. Does the host still mind? What's more, Qin Huai Ru is not easy for a woman with three children. They are all working people. Faced with the vicissitudes of Qin Huairu, the host does not have a little bit of justice. For the time being, let this suffering woman feel the long-lost humanity and the warmth of society. attack her."

"Choice reward: five yuan, plus a Quanjude roast duck."

I leaned in my heart, and thought to myself: Why are the rewards for the two options the same.

It doesn't seem to be a problem whichever option you choose.

but.

After struggling for a while in my heart.

I chose option two.

The main reason is that the system has a saying that is too good.

Qin Huairu is also a working people, let this suffering woman feel the long-lost love and warmth of society.

It seems that even if I suffer a little loss, it is nothing.

Learn from the ancients.

Who made me also have a heroic dream!
"In the dark, my heart is toward the light——Ming!"

I said this with emotion in my heart.