Hot Mom Raises Cute Babies in the '60s [MTL]

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Chapter 5: Why did you tell me?

Zhou Dawang helped them carry something and sent it to the donkey cart. Grandma He walked to Xihe Village alone. The autumn wind blew silver hair. Grandma He's figure was so thin that her hair was not full.

Zhou Dawang explained to the old man driving the donkey cart, pulled Zhou Miao aside, and whispered, "If you can't get through it, you can come back. My mother can sell you again."

His expression was very fierce and his words were unpleasant. Zhou Miao gently hugged Dawang's shoulder and said, "Sister knows that you are good for your sister. I deliberately said unpleasant things over the years, but I gave my sister half an extra piece of sweet potato every day. You said you leftover, but you didn't have a toothmark. Dawang. If you encounter something that can't solve it in the future, write to my sister."

Zhou Dawang smiled sincerely at Zhou Miao for the first time. To be honest, he pretended to be very tired these years. Since he was a child, he has loved the eldest sister who was harshly treated by his mother, but the more he talked for the eldest sister, the more he went too far.

That's why I dare not be brazen and kind to the eldest sister.

It turns out that the eldest sister knows.

Zhou Miao, who got into the donkey cart, waved to Dawang ang sideways. After walking away, he waved his hand to let Dawang go back.

The original owner Zhou Miao didn't know that Dawang was a knife-mouthed tofu heart. He always thought that Dawang was a knife-mouthed knife heart. The original owner Zhou Miao prided himself as too crisp. He always thought that Dawang gave her "the rest was an insult". In the 21st century, Zhou Miao took over the original owner's memory and only recovered after getting along in the past few days.

The donkey cart pulled them directly near the railway station, and Zhou Miao asked He Jianjun to pay. There is no need to pay for the septic truck on the way. It is specially sent one trip. Of course, it should be given.

He Jianjun said, "Dawang gave it a long time ago. Your brother is not bad."

Zhou Miao: "I think it's good, too."

He Jianjun noticed, "Why don't you talk about me?"

"Don't forget that I'm a high school student. The teacher taught Mandarin." Zhou Miao really thinks that the original owner has a high school degree, which is really her best cover.

He Jianjun was stuffed, took all his luggage, and opened the way in front of him. Zhou Miao hugged one by one and discussed with steamed buns. The steamed buns were changed, and his aunt couldn't be biased.

He Jianjun strode forward and had long forgotten that his mother had three steps small, "He Jianjun, are you just a father?"

He Jianjun immediately stopped, "How do you know?"

Zhou Miao thought it was a joke, didn't take it seriously, and became even more angry, "Have you forgotten the difference between men and women? You are 1.8 meters, I 1.6 meters tall, steamed buns are less than one meter tall. You rush forward hard. Have you forgotten your weak daughter-in-law and 2-year-old child?" Zhou Miao finally roared. In this life, when he saw Uncle Long-Long-Legs, he thought very beautifully, and he was less honest.

"They are more than three years old." He Jianjun knew that he had neglected and didn't want to apologize to this aggressive new daughter-in-law. Finally, he found a loophole and changed the topic. He was still secretly happy. He heard Zhou Miao say, "The child is more than three years old and raised to be two years old. You still right."

"I see." He Jianjun regretted not apology honestly. Don't take a chance in front of this daughter-in-law.

He Jianjun walked slowly this time and let the steamed bun in Zhou Miao's arms grab his collar. However, after a few steps, he was stopped by Zhou Miao.