Dressed as a villain’s own mother, I became a popular child variety show by relying on sand sculptur

When Old Li Tou's words fell, the surroundings fell into silence for an instant.

Sitting in the corner of the yard, Li Qiang was still holding the chicken's neck and bleeding. He lowered his head, his messy and dirty hair hanging down to cover his eyes, and he was cursing something in a low voice.

The surrounding staff were only playing with the equipment from a distance, and no one came forward.

After what happened yesterday, although it is not clear whether Li Qiang has irritability, one thing can be confirmed - he does have a bad temper.

Being deserted can cure him, but that doesn't mean the staff present can.

If this big guy accidentally started a riot, even two grown men wouldn't be able to suppress him.

"I will. Today is a good day. How can a birthday person not have a gift?"

Leng Qingqing lowered his head and smiled. Lao Litou's eyes suddenly lit up and he quickly walked to his wife's room to reveal the good news to her.

Suddenly there was the roar of a motorcycle outside the yard, and the sound was getting closer and closer.

After the sound of braking, the sound disappeared, and someone walked in from outside. There was a man and a woman, holding some gifts in their hands. The woman had a thin face, a short stature, and her eyebrows looked a bit like an old man. The man traveling with her was her husband, and behind her were two little girls of a few years old.

This is eldest sister.

After a while, all four sisters arrived.

Today is Monday, and all the children go to school. Only the two little girls from the eldest sister's family did not go to school for some unknown reason. Instead, they followed their parents to their grandma's house.

The four sisters had long known that a big star had arrived at home, but they only looked at him from a distance. No one came up to say hello, and they all seemed shy.

A few brothers-in-law, on the other hand, gathered together and smoked arm in arm. Their eyes would glance over from time to time, secretly sizing up this big star who could only be seen on TV.

Don't tell me, celebrities are celebrities. Just by looking at their backs, you can tell the difference between them and ordinary people at a glance.

Originally it was Lao Li Tou and Li Qiang who were doing the work.

But when the four sisters arrived one by one, the two men of the Li family lost their work and sat on chairs, drinking tea, smoking cigarettes and bragging with the four sons-in-law/brother-in-laws.

The four sisters seemed to have already gotten used to it. They quickly rolled up their sleeves and joined the busy procession without saying anything.

Two little girls also followed their mother to help. Their faces were childish, but their actions showed maturity that was not suitable for their age.

Leng Qingqing heard Zhang Aihua's voice calling her name from the main room.

She walked to the door, but before going in, she saw a figure lying on the bed.

When the figure saw her, he quickly hid the mirror and comb under the quilt, coughed and said, "There will be two guests coming later, please remember to say hello, don't let others think that our old Li family is rude."

Leng Qingqing pretended not to understand the implication of her words, nodded and walked out.

Not long after, Zhou Meng came to the door with a plump peasant woman on his arm.

The peasant woman was wearing a dress with large flowers and butterflies, her cheeks were powdered, and her eyebrows had just been trimmed. Judging from the lipstick color, it was the same one that Zhou Meng used on the first day she came here.

It turns out that the guests Zhang Aihua mentioned were Zhou Meng and her mother-in-law.

Also, from a village.

Glancing at her coldly, Zhou Meng seemed not to see her, greeted the Li family warmly, and worriedly asked Aunt Zhang if she was okay.

It took a few seconds for Old Li to realize that the fashionable short-haired actress with bright eyebrows in front of him was referring to his wife.

"The old lady is lying on the kang," Lao Li glanced at Leng Qingqing and said in a low voice, "She was like this when she came back yesterday afternoon, as if she was sick. I think she was angry with her daughter-in-law. We This daughter-in-law has a really bad temper, and everyone..."

"I can hear it." Leng Qingqing turned her head and shook off the water drops on her hand with a smile.

Lao Li was as thick-skinned as a city wall. He pretended not to hear and walked towards the woodshed humming a song.

"Let me see how the chicken is cooking."

The peasant woman, now I should say Granny Zhou Meng, looked up and down at Leng Qingqing, with a look of surprise in her eyes.

Zhou Meng walked between the two of them in time and said with a smile: "Mom, this is Qingqing."

Then he turned around and introduced Leng Qingqing: "This is my mother-in-law here. We were invited by your mother-in-law to attend her birthday."

In front of Zhou Meng's eyes, the scene when her mother-in-law pulled her outside to whisper last night could not help but appear.

"My dear daughter-in-law, please don't tell anyone. In fact, tomorrow is not Zhang Aihua's birthday at all. Her birthday is still more than a month away. Don't let it slip tomorrow."

After Zhou Meng was surprised, he wondered why she told him.

The mother-in-law held her hand solemnly and said: "Mengmeng, Mom knows you are a big star. There is no need to bring any expensive gifts tomorrow. Mom can just bring a box of milk. Keep the things you brought from the city well. Just keep it, don't give it to others, and don't give it to mom, I have some good things, how can a mother-in-law ask for something from her daughter-in-law, don't you think?"

Zhou Meng: "..."

Leave this aside.

"You mean, the purpose of Aunt Zhang's fake birthday is... to receive gifts?"

This is too ridiculous.

**

With four daughters helping out, a large banquet was quickly set up in the center of the courtyard.

The air was filled with the oily aroma of stewed chicken and various stir-fried vegetables. A two-layered birthday cake was placed in the middle of the table, with pink birthday peaches made of sweet chocolate dotting it, exuding a sweet and sticky smell.

The eldest daughter held the colorful candles in her hand, but Li Qiang snatched them away the next second. After unpacking them, the thin candles were inserted crookedly on the cake.

Then Li Qiang took out a dirty lighter and lit them.

It was late autumn, and there were actually a few big black flies flying from nowhere on the cake. Compared with summer, their movement was obviously much slower. Li Qiang grabbed two of them with his hands, threw them on the ground and crushed them with his feet. died.

"Mom," Li Qiang said gruffly, "Happy birthday to you!"

Then, he said some congratulations, which made Zhang Aihua couldn't help but smile, and two blushes appeared on her wheat-colored cheeks.

"Okay, okay." Although it was not a real birthday, Zhang Aihua was still happy from the bottom of her heart when she heard the congratulations from her beloved son.

Leng Qingqing also echoed a few words: "Happy birthday."

Zhou Meng and the other sisters and brothers-in-law raised their wine glasses one after another, and for a while the banquet was as lively as a New Year's Eve.

The cake was cut, and the big piece with birthday peaches was given to Zhang Aihua, the host of this fake birthday.

Perhaps knowing that this was a lie, the daughters were very silent. Only Li Qiang and Old Man Li were extremely active, encouraging all the juniors to toast Zhang Aihua one by one.

The cake is made of vegetable cream, the cream flowers are sprayed with various colorings, and even the fruits are not fresh.

Even so, Leng Qingqing still took two bites.

In fact, if you think about it, exchanging a meal for a genuine gift is very cost-effective.

Zhang Aihua was greeting Zhou Meng to eat. Not to be outdone, Leng Qingqing stretched out her chopsticks to pick up a cockscomb and put it into Zhang Aihua's bowl.

"It's your birthday today, eat more." The tone was very sincere and respectful.

Zhang Aihua picked up the chopsticks and wrapped her hands slightly, picking up the cock's comb. This is the head of a big rooster. The eyes have been closed and the comb is very fat.

She took a hard bite.

Leng Qingqing turned around and picked up a chicken drumstick for herself.