Siheyuan: the beginning to realize the freedom of cooking

Qin Huairu looked at the uncle and the mother in embarrassment.

From the completely different attitudes towards the uncle and the mother, she has already tasted something wrong.

"Master, Mother, I will apologize to you. Let's not stay in the courtyard in the middle of the night. What's the matter, can we discuss it tomorrow during the day?"

The uncle was very anxious because of the fire in his house just now.

For a moment, she forgot that she still had an unsettled account with Qin Huairu, only now did she realize that Widow Qin was still lying to herself!
New hatred plus old hatred surged together.

Stick is a child, he doesn't want to care about so much.

But Qin Huairu's foolish account of lying to himself must not be let go so easily.

He glanced at Qin Huairu and Jia Zhang's coldly, and said harshly: "I'll see how many things were destroyed when I go home now, and I'll report the number to you tomorrow. If there is no compensation, then I will call the police." Yes. If it’s arson, the juvenile prison must go.”

Qin Huairu and Jia Zhang took a deep breath when they heard the words, they didn't expect the old man, who always seemed kind, to be so ruthless this time.

The neighbors were also taken aback, because the old man used to give people the impression of being a nice guy.

"Yo, the uncle is so angry this time."

"Isn't it? If Sha Zhu didn't see it, people would die. If the fire gets bigger, we'll all be in bad luck."

"It's really worse for the Jia family this time..."

Mrs. Jia Zhang rolled her eyes at the neighbors, turned her head and said to the uncle, "Master, you are still the master in charge of this yard, don't be so serious, okay? Stick is not sensible, he is a child."

There was a gloomy look in the uncle's eyes, and he stared at Jia Zhang: "If you don't lose money, you will need a lot of management offices."

After finishing speaking, the uncle stopped paying attention to Mrs. Jia and Zhang.

He said to the neighbors who were watching: "Everyone, let's go! Go back to sleep."

As a result, the neighbors in the courtyard returned to their houses like the tide.

After the uncle and the mother entered the room, they took a look.

Fortunately, Shazhu found out early, that something was burnt out in the living room, but the back room was basically fine.

"Old Yi, let's pack up the broken things and put them in the courtyard before going to sleep." The first mother said, she started to tear the burnt tablecloth off the table.

The uncle stepped forward to stop him and said, "You are not in good health, go to rest first, and let me do the work here."

The big mother nodded, put down the tablecloth in her hand, looked at the big man and said, "Old Yi, what do you think about the little Sophora japonica flower?"

The old man who was holding a broom and preparing to sweep the floor paused when he heard this: "I never thought about it, it was too sudden."

"I think this matter can actually be considered." The eldest mother said, she walked slowly to the bed and sat down, looking at the uncle expectantly.

The uncle straightened up: "If you really want to adopt, why don't you hug a boy?"

"It's not my own child anyway, boys and girls have their own advantages and disadvantages." The first mother sighed.

The old man didn't want to talk about Xiaohuaihua any more, he shook his head and said, "You rest first, don't think about these things."

He has his own calculations in his heart, if he can have a biological child, it must be better than hugging.

If he hadn't had an affair with Widow Qin, it would be a way to adopt Xiaohuaihua, but after getting to this point, there was really no need to hug her from her house.

Finding an abandoned child is much more reliable than adopting the Jia family's child.

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After Qin Huairu entered the house.

I saw Banggen curled up in the corner and Xiaodang squatting next to him, comforting him with a handkerchief.

"Banggan, come here!" Qin Huairu scolded with a dark face.

Seeing that the stick was still squatting there, motionless, the anger in his heart surged upwards.

"Banggan, you are so amazing now, you go to set fire to someone else's house, and you still bite people? Do you know how much damage you have caused in your home?"

Seeing this, Mrs. Jia Zhang walked up to Banggen and pulled him out from the corner: "Banggen, come out quickly, this place is dirty. Get up and talk to your mother."

Banggen reluctantly walked up to Qin Huairu.

"Tell me, why did you bite the uncle?" Qin Huairu frowned and asked, in a very bad mood: "The eldest mother has let go, and if you say a few more nice words, this matter can be turned around. You say you What are you crazy about? Do you want to go to the juvenile prison so much?"

Sticking his lips curled up when he heard the words: "It's better to go to the juvenile prison than to watch you make broken shoes!"

As soon as these words came out, Jia Zhang was stunned.

Xiao Dang at the side didn't understand, grabbed Jia Zhang's hand and asked, "Grandma, what do you mean making broken shoes?"

The moment Qin Huairu heard Bang Geng's words, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and her whole body was stabbed in pain.

She laughed back angrily, stretched out her finger, and pointed at the stick tremblingly: "You... Where did you learn this nonsense?"

Sticking his eyes down, he gritted his teeth and said, "Do I need to learn it? The whole school knows about you and Xu Fugui's broken shoes! Liu Guangfu laughs at me at school all day long!"

Qin Huairu hesitated when he heard the words, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Seeing that Qin Huairu's expression was not right, Jia Zhang quickly stepped forward and pulled the stick: "Bang, you can't talk to your mother like that."

As the stick stem said, he raised his hand and wiped away his tears with his sleeve.

"I know you and your uncle are also engaged in broken shoes, I don't want such a mother!!"

Tears rolled in Qin Huairu's eyes, she tried to open her eyes wide to prevent the tears from falling, but the words of kissing her son were like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into her heart.

Tears poured out instantly like a flood that broke a dam.

Between Lightning and Flint.

She raised her hand and slapped BangGong: "The whole world can say behind my back that I don't obey women's morals, that I have broken shoes! But you guys, you have no right to say that about me!"

With a cry of "Wow", the stick started crying, followed by Xiao Dang, who also started crying.

Jia Zhang looked at Qin Huairu whose eyes were red, and then looked at the dead duck's stiff mouth, and quickly changed the subject: "Bang, you can't set fire again in the future, or you might kill someone. You take your sister, Go to bed first."

After finishing speaking, Jia Zhang coaxed Banggen and Xiaodang into bed.

After the three children fell asleep, Jia Zhang looked at Qin Huairu who was still sobbing under the lamp.

"Huairu, what should I do now? I have to find a way to stabilize the uncle first!"

Qin Huairu finally stopped sobbing. After venting, she knew that crying could not solve the problem.

"The uncle must find a way to stabilize, and must find a way to fool him first. No matter what, it is definitely not possible to lose money. Where can there be money to pay?!"

Mrs. Jia Zhang nodded, "Yeah, let me tell you, the whole thing was done by Junzi's daughter-in-law. If she hadn't been so talkative, how could the uncle knock on the door in the middle of the night? If we didn't go to the vegetable cellar, where would the stick be?" Any chance to go out and set fire?"

Qin Huairu nodded, and the seeds of resentment towards Lin Aijun and his wife sprouted in his heart.