Black Lotus is reborn. Hush! Just lie down and be quiet.

The slap mark on Yang's mother's face had not yet disappeared. She looked very ugly and a little uneasy. She had not yet recovered from the blow of losing her baby and was completely at a loss.

But after hearing what the proprietress said, she immediately came back to her senses and asked anxiously, "Brother He Qian has been here? When did he come?"

"It's about eight or nine in the morning. There's no one at your house."

The proprietress was startled and didn't understand why Yang's mother was so excited. She prepared some soy sauce and put it on the counter.

"Give!"

Yang's mother gave her twenty cents and ran away with the soy sauce bottle.

They came at around eight or nine o'clock. It must be that bitch He Qian who tipped off her brother so that he could dig for treasure when no one was at home. All of her treasures are gone, and even her coffin book is gone.

Mother Yang gritted her teeth, her hatred for He Qian exceeding that for Xia Qingqing.

Moreover, He Qian went to the hospital for a physical examination and has not returned yet. She went to the hospital in the morning and it is almost dark now. Even if she gave birth, she could have given birth to three children. This bitch must have gone back to her parents' home to see her baby.

"Bitch, I can't kill you!"

Mother Yang cursed under her breath, and after running home, she told Old Man Yang about it.

"Wait until the boss comes back and ask him if he has mentioned this."

Old man Yang's face was terribly gloomy, and his thin eyes were full of viciousness and anxiety. During the day, he bought good cigarettes and good wine and went to several families to try to rescue his youngest son. However, those people who once greeted him with a smile were now polite and refused to accept even the gifts, which clearly showed that they did not want to help.

When he was in the Revolutionary Committee, all these people bent over to flatter him, but now that he is gone, they are forgotten!

Xia Qingqing walked out of a small alley where she had been hiding to eat marshmallows. Mr. Baye stopped at the sycamore tree in front of the grocery store and relayed the news he had heard to her word for word.

Two unexpected surprises.

First, Yang Hongjie had done something terrible, so she didn't need to bother spreading the news. Within a day, the news would definitely spread all over the alley.

Second, He Qian's brother came to her house at a perfect time, so he could take the blame for her.

Anyway, He Qian's brother is not a good person. He wanted to take advantage of her in his previous life and said that Yang Hongbing was not good enough. She must be lonely late at night, so it would be better for him to take advantage of her than for outsiders.

This bastard took the blame for her, which was really a good use of her resources!

Xia Qingqing licked her lips. She had just eaten half a pack of Maltesers in the alley. Her mouth was feeling sickly sweet. She ate another one and gave the remaining half pack to Mr. Ba.

"Buy something nice next time, don't be so stingy, your ancestors were more generous than you!"

Mr. Ba took away the marshmallows and even complained about them.

After all, he used to be the Eighth Master who even disdained the imperial cuisine!

"Give me the ruby ​​chain on your claws, and I'll treat you to a meal at Jin Jiang Hotel!"

Xia Qingqing was annoyed. A bird is so picky. It's really hard to please!

What made her even more jealous was that the bird changed its jewelry three times a day: an imperial green ring, a diamond anklet, and now a ruby ​​one, and all of them were tailor-made. It was really unfair that a bird was richer than her!

"Only unpromising kids ask their elders for things. Promising kids earn their own money. Don't keep thinking about my stuff all the time. My jewelry box is still half empty. Hurry up and make money to fill it up!"

Mr. Ba rolled his eyes gracefully, flew to the tree, and slowly enjoyed his merry chocolate.

Xia Qingqing curled her lips. She had no idea what kind of bird this Eighth Master was. His hobby of collecting jewels was just like the legendary dragon. Could he be the illegitimate son of a dragon?

She suddenly had an idea and decided to get some shiny glass beads for Mr. Ba next time to see if she could replace the imperial green ring.

Xia Qingqing put her hands in her coat pockets and walked slowly. It got dark quickly in April. The smell of food wafted from many homes, including the Yang family.

When she returned home, Yang's mother was cooking in the kitchen: braised tofu with scallion oil, stir-fried pork with pickled mustard greens, stir-fried greens with garlic, braised bream, seaweed egg drop soup, and a small dish of peanuts for old man Yang to eat with his wine.

Seeing her, Yang's mother's face darkened, but she didn't dare to curse again, for fear that Xia Qingqing would go crazy again.

Yang's mother served the seaweed egg drop soup and put the kettle on the stove to boil water. She calculated the remaining coal briquettes and could boil water in three more kettles to use for soaking feet and washing face in the evening.

Housewives in Shanghai are born masters of housework. The number of coal briquettes burned every day is strictly calculated and cannot exceed the limit. As soon as Yang's mother put the kettle on, Xia Qingqing came in, picked up the kettle and put the iron pot on the stove.

"What are you going to do again?"

Mother Yang was so angry that she scolded, the food was ready, what did this little bitch want to do?

"Fried eggs, didn't you see the green onion in my hand?"

Xia Qingqing raised the onions in her hand, which she had just picked from the onion basin in the courtyard. She suddenly wanted to eat poached eggs, so she had to fry three and eat them all by herself.

"You want to fry eggs with all these dishes? Don't do it!"

Yang's mother wanted to grab the shovel from her hand. If she fried three more eggs, the fire in the stove would definitely not be able to burn three bottles of water, and a coal ball would be wasted.

"I'm young, beautiful, and innocent, but I was tricked into marrying by your Yang family. I didn't even get to go back home, and that damn eunuch Yang Hongbing was convicted of hooliganism and thrown in jail. I, Xia Qingqing, have lost all my dignity. What's wrong with eating a few eggs?"

Xia Qingqing used the spatula in her hand to scrape at Yang's mother's face, almost blinding the old woman's eyes.

Mother Yang took a few steps back in fear, her chest heaving with anger. If looks could kill, Xia Qingqing would have died hundreds of times already.

"What are you looking at? How come you gave birth to such a bunch of bad people? Your two sons are hooligans, and your daughter is so ugly but she's still a concubine. Your Yang family is really a bunch of thieves, prostitutes, and dogs and girls. I, Xia Qingqing, must have dug up the graves of your ancestors for eighteen generations to marry into a bad family like you and suffer. Get out of the way. You've pissed me off. I'm going to ask the neighbors to come and judge!"

Xia Qingqing made a series of sharp sarcasm, and Yang's mother turned pale with anger. For the first time, she felt helpless.

Because she also felt that her life was miserable, how could she give birth to three such children?

The eldest son is in good health but is still a troublemaker, the second son is weak and acts like a hooligan, the youngest daughter has a lame leg but is still pregnant, the eldest daughter-in-law colluded with her brothers from her natal family and dug out her treasures, and the youngest daughter-in-law was thought to be easy to control but now she is riding on her neck and shitting. When her wicked mother-in-law was in good health, she was not as difficult to deal with as this little bitch.

Xia Qingqing ignored her and quickly beat four eggs. She had just put a lot of effort into scolding the old woman to death, so she wanted to eat one more to replenish her energy.

"Chi la..."

The eggs were beaten in the frying pan, making an enticing sound, four times in a row. Mother Yang felt a pang of pain in her heart, and stared at the eggs in the pan with her triangular eyes. She didn't eat so much even when she was in confinement.

Xia Qingqing fried four eggs skillfully, poured some soy sauce on them, added a little water and simmered them for a while. After the sauce was absorbed, she sprinkled some chopped green onions on them. The golden poached eggs were dotted with the green and tender white chopped green onions, which were colorful, fragrant and delicious.

perfect!