After being silent for a while, Zhao Di finally couldn't help but ask: "Brother Lian, didn't you go out?
Why did you go dig wild vegetables without telling me?"
Although the words were asked, there was a bit of questioning in her tone. the taste.
"I got up and went out.
I was afraid that my mother would be angry if she found out when she got up, so I took the basket.
Thanks to my rare flexibility of mind, otherwise my mother would not see me when she saw me getting up early.
I am afraid that I would not be here today.
Don't even think about eating."
An Qing patted her chest with her small hands and said with a lingering fear.
But when Zhao Di heard this, she felt less comfortable.
She looked at An Qing with a somewhat cold expression: "Yes, you can eat today, but my food is gone."
Although Zhaodi always thinks of ways to save some food for herself in daily life, just in case Liu Madam gets angry and refuses to eat, and she won't be hungry, but she doesn't scheme against others, but she suffers the consequences in return.
This is not true in her heart. taste.
"Oh, sister, what are you afraid of?
I have mine, right?
You always give it to me, this time I will give you my share."
An Qing said, pointing to the yellow-faced pancake that had just been opened in the pot, smiling.
His face was bright.
Zhaodi was silent for a while, and finally didn't say anything else, but the noise when working was much louder than usual.
An Qing didn't ask, just snickering in her heart while working.
In the plot, Zhao Di once said in front of the original owner's grave that she was willing to be a little nice to the original owner, just to make Mrs.
Liu think she was more sensible than her sister and brother, so that she could stay in the future, and also to make the original owner He listens to her more and doesn't refute her opinions.
In fact, in the plot, Zhao Di was really successful, but now An Qing will not give her this opportunity.
She is calculating and asking others to say thank you.
Nothing in the world is that cheap.
At breakfast, Anqing broke off half a piece of yellow flour pancake according to Mrs.
Liu's usual practice, while the original owner's unlucky brother stayed up early and started doing all kinds of nonsense.
He didn't go to school for a while, and he thought the food was not good for two hours.
Several people made such a fuss that they fell on their backs.
In the end, they knocked the yellow-faced pancake in An Qing's hand and dropped it to the ground.
They then trampled it into pieces and even peed on it.
An Qing was deliberately unsure of the pancake.
After all, she was not going to use these small favors to subdue the already evil-hearted Zhaodi and ruin the good fortune.
Zhao Di looked at the ruined food on the ground, and then at An Qing's slightly red eyes.
She squeezed her hands silently.
She took a deep breath, tried hard to suppress the anger in her heart, and picked up the food.
She picked up the sickle and carried the big bamboo basket she used to collect firewood in the mountains every day.
"Mom, I'm going up the mountain to chop wood."
Zhao Di lowered her head and whispered to Mrs.
Liu who was still coaxing her in distress.
"Get out of here, get out of here!
It's just because of the food you cooked that my Dabao is like this.
You broom star, get out of here!"
Mrs.
Liu cursed repeatedly.
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Zhaodi lowered her head, clasped her head on her shoulders and ran quickly away from Old Madam Liu, for fear of being a step too late and getting another beating from Old Madam Liu.
No one except An Qing saw the sneer on Zhao Di's lips when she left.
Mrs.
Liu was very good-tempered towards her son, but because she was making trouble with her son, she was also angry. , so whoever stays in front of you will be angry with him.
Zhaodi had failed to frame An Qing before, so she hid now in order to prevent herself from being used as a punching bag by Mrs.
Liu.
The fact was just as Zhaodi expected, Mrs.
Liu coaxed Liu Gen's precious son.
After a long time, he still couldn't be coaxed, and there was sweat on his head.
He shouted to An Qing: "You are dead!
Your brother has made such a fuss, and you won't come to help." tgt ttrgt: