The young commander's little petite girl got mad at 70

Lu Qingye put his arm around her waist and picked her up in one fell swoop. Meng Wantang exclaimed, hugged his neck nervously, and subconsciously wrapped her legs around his thin waist.

"Have you figured out who I am?" Lu Qingye lowered his head slightly, his deep eyes full of danger.

The air suddenly became ambiguous.

Meng Wantang leaned back unconsciously, feeling a little shy for some reason.

"Did not see it."

She kicked hard and planned to get down. But he held her tightly and had no intention of letting her go.

His hand slowly went down along her back, along the hem of her clothes, and touched her delicate skin. Only then did Meng Wantang realize his purpose.

"Aren't you tired?" She changed the subject.

Lu Qingye hugged her up, lowered his head and bit her lips: "I won't be tired of this kind of thing at any time."

Meng Wantang knew something was wrong and struggled to escape, but was put directly on the table by him.

"Don't...don't be here."

"It saves effort."

He saves effort, but she doesn't.

Meng Wantang held the table, worried that she would touch the kettle on the table.

Her whole body was tense and she had to restrain herself.

But the man had no scruples, he was as fierce as a ferocious beast and wanted to swallow her into his belly.

dying.

"Aren't you done yet?" Meng Wantang couldn't bear it anymore and kicked him. He grabbed him and put him on his shoulders.

Meng Wantang's eyes widened for a moment, and he cursed: "Fuck!"

"Is this uncomfortable? Huh?" Lu Qingye's eyes were not filled with confusion.

This man looked upright, but he also had a dark heart when it came to this kind of thing.

Meng Wantang wanted to complain, but he didn't give her a chance to speak. He still hugged her and put her on the bed. He stood below and pressed down directly.

She hates it so much!

I hate that her body is as soft as a jiu-jitsu practitioner.

It's really killing me.

Meng Wantang opened his eyes again and felt like a salted fish.

The house is quiet and quiet.

There was no movement at all.

Everyone in Meng Wantang was confused.

What day is it today and why is it so quiet?

Aren’t the kids on vacation?

Did she remember it wrong?

Did she sleep for three days?

Meng Wantang sat up, took the clothes and put them on. When he went to the main room, he saw that the main room was empty and quiet, with no one at all.

strange?

Where are everyone?

There is no one in the yard. Is it at the gate?

Meng Wantang went out after washing up.

No one is outside either.

The door was closed, and I didn’t know how long the person had been gone.

Meng Wantang returned to the house, searched around, and saw a message on the table.

The words were written by Goudan.

It was obvious at a young age that this child would be able to write well in the future.

"Mom, we went for a walk, and grandma said we won't come back for lunch. If you wake up at noon, you don't have to cook. Grandma will bring it back for you."

It turned out that everyone was out, no wonder the house was so quiet.

Meng Wantang suddenly thought of something, blushed, and felt slightly embarrassed. Her mother was afraid that she might not guess something, so she took the children out to play early in the morning.

Meng Wantang tidied up the house and swept the yard.

The children's clothes were to be worn to school on Monday, and she had to wash all the clothes the children had worn the previous few days. Otherwise, the children will not have clean clothes to wear when they go to school.

After she finished washing the clothes and hung up the last piece of clothing, Lin Su came back with the children.

"Where have you been? Why are you back so late?" Meng Wantang had long forgotten the embarrassment in the morning and raised her head and asked.

Gou Sheng came bounding in and handed over the meat bun in his hand: "We're going to see a movie!"

"See a movie?"

Meng Wantang was surprised.

"It's so beautiful!"

Gou Sheng was dancing and talking, and the other children had obviously seen it, so they still listened with interest when Gou Sheng was talking.

The children grew up in the countryside.

We can't show movies twice a year.

They were young and couldn't understand it.

Later, I moved to the city and missed the movies in the countryside. As a result, several children did not watch movies for a long time.

They are in the city and have no friends, so they play at home during the holidays.

Even if there are many children in the family, the children are still very lonely.

Meng Wantang didn't realize this. She looked at Lin Su gratefully, and Lin Su smiled calmly: "From now on, I will take them to a movie every weekend. Then go to a state-owned restaurant outside to eat something good." Guobaorou tastes very good when made by others. No wonder children like to eat it.”

She can do it too!

She can also be sweet and sour.

"Lu Qingye paid his salary yesterday. I went to buy some lean meat and came back to make cherry meat for you. Do you still want to eat yesterday's chicken feet? If so, I can buy some more."

This thing is not expensive, you can eat more.

"Do you eat pig trotters, pig intestines, etc.?" Meng Wantang asked Lin Su specifically.

Lin Su frowned: "The pig intestines are difficult to deal with, so let's forget it."

"It's okay. It's quite simple. There is a trick. I happen to have hot water at home and I can't use it up." Children eat pork liver to enhance their body's immunity.

Meng Wantang pursed her lips as she thought about the taste of hot pork liver.

want to eat!

"If you like to eat, buy some." Lin Su didn't care.

Meng Wantang stood up: "Then I'll buy some."

Everyone has finished the food cooked yesterday.

No matter whether they are women or children, they have no resistance to sweet and sour food. Even Lu Qingye couldn't escape the taste bud attack of Kung Pao Chicken.

Meng Xun is the same, his taste is heavy.

In recent years, in order to accommodate Lin Su, he has eaten very lightly. Even if I'm used to it, I still want to eat something with a strong taste. The spicy version of Kung Pao Chicken is simply Meng Xun’s favorite.

After eating seventy percent full, he and Lu Qingye gnawed on another pot of chicken feet.

The two of them sat in the yard, talking and gnawing on chicken feet. They lived a very happy life.

Meng Wantang thought that they both liked pig's trotters, so they would buy a few more later and braise them in one pot. The rest is placed in the vegetable cellar and can be taken out and eaten directly tomorrow morning.

The weather is hot, so everyone eats pig's trotters cold.

Finished eating the buns.

Meng Wantang entered the house, took the money and tickets, and rode out.

The car was specially left by Lu Qingye for Meng Wantang. He and Meng Xun walked to the work unit in the morning.

Arrive at the slaughterhouse.

Meng Wantang asked the person in charge yesterday: "Sister, do you know anyone from the pig farm?"

The eldest sister quickly put the chicken feet in and brought her the chicken breast: "Why do you ask?"

"Ahem! Isn't this how my wife's company pays wages? I just want to buy some pig trotters, pig intestines and so on. If you have a way, can you help introduce me?" Meng Wantang took out a large white porcelain bottle from his pocket and handed it over. , "Sister, I am a doctor, and my ancestors have some skills. This is the cream I made myself. You can use it when you go back. If you find it useful, I will make another bottle for you when I make it next time."

The eldest sister was surprised: "You can still do this?"

"It doesn't work if you don't know how to do it. My face is very sensitive! I can't use ordinary cream. I get a rash as soon as I rub it on my face. It's very scary. The wind here is very strong. If I don't rub anything on my face, my face will be... Is it over? I am quite fond of smug beauty, so I just thought that my ancestors still had the recipe left. I heard that it was used by the ladies in the palace. So I tried it, but the effect was quite good. "