Chapter 77 Thin Skin and Big Filling

Han Weiping really wanted to kick her son out. He was so crooked that he ended up at the Shen family.

Shen Jinxia came over and said, "Auntie, I can eat anything."

She said, holding the malted milk high, "Auntie, my mother asked me to bring it to you."

Han Weiping took a look and said, "No, no, you can take it back later and tell your mother that you don't need to bring anything."

Shen Jinxia looked around and saw a small stool next to her, so she put the malted milk on it, "No, Auntie, I can't eat for free."

As she said that, Shen Jinxia raised her head and smiled at Han Weiping.

Han Weiping looked down and saw that her smile was so beautiful and sweet.

It's so good to have a daughter. Look at his son, his elbows are always bent outward. When he grows up and gets married, won't he make her live in a toilet?

Fang Xiaoluo didn't cook dinner in the evening,

so Zheng Lanhua went to the canteen to get food. While they were eating, Yu Feixu came.

"Auntie."

He held two lunch boxes in his hand and put them on the dining table. "My mother asked me to bring them to you."

Fang Xiaoluo opened them and saw a box of stewed chicken with potatoes, and another box of cabbage, vermicelli and pork belly.

"Thank your mother for me."

"Okay." Yu Feixu responded and went home.

Zheng Lanhua looked at the two boxes of food on the table and sighed, "In the past, I would never have thought that the people from Old Yu's family would send us food."

Fang Xiaoluo said, "Who made me good-looking? I like everyone who sees me."

Zheng Lanhua almost choked on the chopsticks in her hand.

Shen Haifeng swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "Well, it looks good."

Fang Xiaoluo tilted her head, "Oh, your mouth has become sweeter." As she said that, she took a piece of meat from the lunch box and put it in Shen Haifeng's bowl, "Eat more, and your mouth will become sweeter in the future."

Zheng Lanhua snorted, "Why should a boy be so sweet-mouthed? People should be honest!"

Fang Xiaoluo said, "You don't know this. It's good to be sweet-mouthed.

You won't suffer any loss if you are sweet-mouthed. Don't hit a smiling person." She smiled at Zheng Lanhua, "For example, me now, you see how beautiful my smile is, are you reluctant to hurt me?"

Zheng Lanhua turned her face away, continued to eat, and said nothing.

Early the next morning, Fang Xiaoluo served two bowls of noodles.

After dinner, she went to the market in Qingshi Town and bought zucchini, green peppers and meat.

When she got home, she started to get busy.

Zheng Lanhua came into the house after washing clothes and saw Fang Xiaoluo washing zucchini and digging out the pulp.

"You got so much, are you going to make dumplings?"

Fang Xiaoluo said, "Yes, I made a lot today."

Zheng Lanhua saw Fang Xiaoluo making dough in the morning and thought she was going to steam steamed buns, but she didn't expect it was to make dumplings.

Zheng Lanhua came over, "I'll help you cut it."

Fang Xiaoluo told Zheng Lanhua to slice it and put it in a large bowl, and then washed the green pepper herself.

Zheng Lanhua was hesitant to say something while cutting, but Fang Xiaoluo noticed it.

"Mom, do you think that people become more and more shameless as they get older? Look at me now, I'm so thick-skinned."

Zheng Lanhua glared at her and said after a long time, "You made so many buns today, can I give a few to our neighbor?"

Fang Xiaoluo tilted his head and looked at her without saying anything.

Zheng Lanhua lowered her head and continued to cut vegetables, "It's okay, it's okay, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Fang Xiaoluo laughed, "Give it, you must give it. Whoever our old lady says to give it to, you must give it to, and whoever dares not give it to me will fight with me."

Zheng Lanhua looked at Fang Xiaoluo's smiling face and laughed too, but still said, "You are so frivolous. I'm not as fierce as you to go around fighting."

Fang Xiaoluo put the green pepper aside, "Mom, why are you saying that? I'm fierce? I'm innocent, pure, beautiful and weak."

Zheng Lanhua shook her head, "I'm too lazy to pay attention to you."

Fang Xiaoluo sprinkled salt on the zucchini that Zheng Lanhua had cut and reached out to grab it, "There's nothing I can do if you're too lazy to pay attention to me. Who made me rely on you? If you ignore me, I will pay attention to you."

Zheng Lanhua asked, "Why do you sprinkle salt?"

"To get the moisture out so it tastes better." Fang Xiaoluo replied.

Zheng Lanhua asked again, "Then why do you add green peppers?"

"Just a little bit of green peppers to enhance the flavor, it's very fragrant." Fang Xiaoluo said, "In fact, it's better to put sharp peppers, but children can't eat them."

The two of them chatted with each other, and the atmosphere in the kitchen was quite relaxed.

Shen Haiping moved a small stool by himself, holding a notebook in his hand and holding his crayons, sitting there scribbling and drawing.

Fang Xiaoluo asked the meat to be chopped, and walked over to see that there were two people on Shen Haiping's notebook, looking at each other and smiling.

Judging from their clothes, it was her and Zheng Lanhua.

She squatted down, "Haiping, are you drawing me and grandma?"

Shen Haiping didn't look up, and then drew a sitting little boy in a corner. Although it was only the back, it could be seen that the little boy's hand was supporting his chin, looking at something.

"Haiping draws really well, you are really amazing, I can't draw like that." Fang Xiaoluo praised, "Although our Haiping is young, her inner world is very rich, are you thinking?"

Shen Haiping turned her head to look at Fang Xiaoluo, "Sister."

"Hey." Fang Xiaoluo rubbed his forehead with hers, "Haiping is the best six-year-old I have ever seen."

Shen Haiping touched his forehead, suddenly laughed, and then lowered his head to draw.

Zheng Lanhua looked at this scene. It has only been a few days since Fang Xiaoluo entered this family, and the scenes of her and the children are so tear-jerking.

You know, when Shen Zheng took the three children back, she was really going to collapse.

Her daughter passed away at a young age, and she never expected that her three children would not have a good life with their biological father, and would be tortured into such a state. It

seems like a lifetime ago now.

The filling for the buns was ready, just as Fang Xiaoluo said, with the fresh aroma of green pepper, it smelled really good.

Fang Xiaoluo kneaded the dough and rolled the dough, while Zheng Lanhua followed suit to make the buns.

When the buns were almost done, they were steamed while Zheng Lanhua continued making the buns.

When the first batch of buns came out of the pot, Zheng Lanhua looked at the steaming, very soft buns and couldn't help asking, "How did you make the dough?"

Fang Xiaoluo said, "Mom, I added more water to the dough, but you can't. You just kneaded it vigorously with a little water, and all your strength was used on kneading the dough."

Zheng Lanhua said nothing.

Fang Xiaoluo continued, "Also, the dough primer you used didn't rise when you fermented the dough before, so it wasn't time for it to rise, so it's completely useless. But you insisted on keeping it and using it next time. Do you think it can still rise?"

Zheng Lanhua understood, "Then... next time, I'll do it, and you help me see."

Fang Xiaoluo knew that Zheng Lanhua was obsessed with fermenting the dough, "Okay, don't forget to pay the tuition."

Zheng Lanhua: "No, I'm poor."

"Tsk tsk..." Fang Xiaoluo said, "Then there's no other way. I'll pay it back by working in the future."

Seeing Zheng Lanhua glaring at her again, she picked up the buns with a smile, "Okay, the first job is to deliver buns to the neighbors."