Since Gu Yuzhu's legs and feet were already healed, the work of cooking finally fell on Gu Yuzhu's head.

After all, the pile of dark dishes made by Song Wen is really unflattering.

As soon as Gu Yuzhu entered, Wen Liuxuan began to tease the three little milk bags.

"You guys are so cute. Uncle has some candies on his body. Here, do you want to eat?" Wen Liuxuan really took out some candies from his body.

Although the sugar at this time is rare, it is not without it. Some of them are extraordinarily delicate, small and colorful, which are very attractive to children.

What's more, the three little milk bags had never seen such candy before, and it was a bit novel for a while, but they didn't dare to take it casually.

Wen Liuxuan laughed and joked with Chen Ye, "It's just a few candies, brother Cheng Ye should refuse it too."

"You are the only one who has the nerve to give a few candies during the meeting ceremony." Song Chengye was not polite to him, and there was still a bit of sarcasm in his tone.

Wen Liuxuan touched the tip of his nose, then touched a few silver bills from himself, and stuffed them into the hands of the three little milk bags, "Since your father despises the few candies I gave you, why don't you just take this to buy candy for you guys?" I ate it."

The three little milk bags looked left and right, but they didn't take the banknote, but reached out to take the colorful candies.

Wen Liuxuan smiled and narrowed his eyes: "A really good boy, much cuter than your father."

Of course, Song Chengye is definitely not the same as cute. He is a bad star.

Unexpectedly, Dabao said seriously: "The mouth of eating people is soft, but the hands of taking people are short. Uncle, you gave us candy, and we can pay it back. It's just this silver ticket, even if we sell our three brothers, we can't pay it back." .”

My mother said before that you can't take other people's things at will, and you have to do things for others after taking it.

Dabao is eloquent and organized, he doesn't look like a four or five-year-old child at all.

Wen Liuxuan didn't expect these children to be so interesting, so he became interested at that time, and deliberately said: "Who said that if you sell your three brothers and sisters, you won't be able to pay back, I will give you the money, and you can sell yourself to me." Yet?"

"But we have father and mother, why should we sell ourselves to you?" Dabao asked in puzzlement.

The smile on Wen Liuxuan's lips widened: "That's because Uncle thinks you are too cute and wants to take you home."

"Then there are no other babies in Uncle's house?" Niu Niu asked.

Wen Liuxuan was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head: "Of course there are no other babies in Uncle's house, only Uncle himself."

In fact, he didn't even get married.

"Ah?" The three little milk bags were shocked, and they all exclaimed, and then said in unison, "Then uncle, you are really pitiful, there is not even a baby at home."

The three little milk bags looked at him with pity in their eyes.

The corners of Wen Liuxuan's lips twitched. He himself lived so carefree that many people in Beijing envied him. How could he become the object of pity in the eyes of these three little milkbags?

All of a sudden, he was hit hard in his heart.

After Gu Yuzhu brought out the food, the three little milk buns gave him the food with several chopsticks like a grown-up. Wen Liuxuan's heart that was hit by the blow began to stir again, and he proudly showed off: "If I Stay here for a while, I'm afraid these three children will forget Brother Chengye."

Sure enough, from childhood to adulthood, his children were always the best.

Gu Yuzhu was silent.

Before Song Chengye satirized him for being stingy, but now Wen Liuxuan satirized Song Chengye for not being destined to have children. Maybe these two people were enemies in the previous life, and they still have to ridicule each other in this life?

Unexpectedly, Dabao shook his head seriously and said: "Uncle, eat more, eat more, maybe you will grow stronger and have a baby, don't be discouraged."

Both Erbao and Niuniu nodded seriously.

Wen Liuxuan's heart shattered into pieces, so in the hearts of these three little milk buns, he was such a weak image?

"Pfft!" Song Wen couldn't hold back and almost spit out all the food, and quickly turned his head to one side, covered his mouth and coughed wildly, his eyes widened.

Who instilled this thought in the three of them?

He turned his head and stared at Gu Yuzhu speechlessly, how could he tell such a thing to a child.

Gu Yuzhu also felt very wronged, and quickly raised her hands: "I have never told them about these things."

She's not, she's not, don't let her take the blame.

Wen Liuxuan wiped his face in grief and indignation.

He doesn't care about children.

Gu Yuzhu came back in Ma Chao again, and the news that there were so many things in the house spread to every corner of the village like a gust of wind.

At that time, Mrs. Song was so angry that she was half dead, cursing in the room: "I knew that what that little bastard said in front of me before was all false, maybe she pretended to be dizzy last time, and pissed me off. I'm furious!"

"When my mother gave birth to the two of them, why didn't she strangle them to death?"

"Two white-eyed wolves are better than raising a dog."

All kinds of ugly words could come out of Mrs. Song's mouth, and everyone in the family was very irritable, and all of them frowned.

In the end, Boss Song couldn't help but said: "I said mother, can you stop for a while."

This noise is really annoying.

Mrs. Song was a little unconvinced, but she was still a little afraid of her eldest son in the bottom of her heart, she shrank her neck back, and finally stopped scolding.

But her eyeballs were rolling around, and she already had other thoughts in her heart.

Gu Yuzhu didn't know that Mrs. Song was thinking about herself again, and she was dealing with these tanks at the moment.

The dye is the Sophora japonica flower that was sent before. After the cloth is processed, it is put into the dyeing vat for direct dyeing.

In fact, yellow is not difficult to dye, and the fading is not serious, but the color is exceptionally good, so she chose Sophora japonica.

Several jars were soaked together, but the clothes on her body were wet. She took the basin and prepared to go to the river to wash clothes, and handed over the task of leading the three small milk bags to Su Ziyi.

Song Chengye has been exercising for the past few days, and occasionally flipped through books. He felt that there was very little movement outside, as if there was no one else, so he just came out to have a look.

Gu Yuzhu is not here.

Song Chengye noticed it almost instantly.

In the yard, only Su Ziyi was playing with three little milk bags, and he asked calmly, "Where did she go?"

Su Ziyi said strangely, "I'm going to wash your clothes."

He didn't understand why Sister Yuzhu was such a good person, why she stayed in this place and suffered from such a useless attitude.

This man has a crippled leg and a bruised face. He wants to make sister Yuzhu earn money, treat him sick, cook for him, and now he has to do laundry.

Really, not worth it!

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