"Ah Yun, why don't you want your family to come and eat hot pot with us?"
Just now, Ruan Miaomiao asked Zhou Jingyun to invite Zhao Cuihong's family to come over for hot pot, but Zhou Jingyun, who always obeyed her, refused.
Hearing the man refuse, Ruan Miaomiao asked in confusion.
When Zhou Jingyun heard Ruan Miaomiao's question, his expression became somewhat awkward.
Meeting the woman's large, watery eyes, Zhou Jingyun lowered his gaze somewhat guiltily and said with a lack of confidence:
"I, I, I want it to be just you and me today, just the two of us, simply watching the snow outside and having hot pot together..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Jingyun's face turned bright red, all the way to the roots of his ears.
I don't know if it was from embarrassment or from the cold.
"ah?"
Ruan Miaomiao never expected Zhou Jingyun to say such innocent words.
No, bro, you're a rough guy who's almost 1.9 meters tall, and you're saying such innocent things with such a strong body?
Moreover, I never expected that this rough guy could also be so lovey-dovey.
Enjoying hot pot while admiring the snowy scenery does sound like a very romantic thing.
However, at that moment, Ruan Miaomiao only felt that it was delicious.
The bean and cured meat hot pot was simply a delicacy. Whether it was the meat, beans, pickled vegetables, tomatoes, or the broth, everything was so delicious that Ruan Miaomiao was so engrossed in eating that she didn't even notice Zhou Jingyun taking red wine from the basket he was carrying.
Seeing Ruan Miaomiao slurping the bean and rice soup with such satisfaction, Zhou Jingyun silently put the half-empty bottle of red wine back in his hand.
Miaomiao looks so beautiful drinking soup, more elegant and charming than anyone else drinking red wine...
The Zhou family lived not far away.
Zhou Taohua looked at her mother, Zhao Cuihong, with a face full of resentment:
"Mom, why can my brother go to Sister Miaomiao's place, but I can't?"
I haven't even brought firewood to Sister Miaomiao yet. What if she gets cold because there's no firewood left?
Hearing her younger sister's words, Zhou Dujuan chimed in, "That's right, Mom, Sister Miaomiao's yard is waiting for me to tidy up today!"
...
Looking at her two daughters who only wanted to use work as an excuse to stay by Ruan Miaomiao's side, Zhao Cuihong's head was buzzing: How could she have given birth to two such dim-witted girls?
Could it be that when she gave birth to her youngest son, all her intelligence was passed on to him?
Only her youngest son was as smart as her.
Seeing her youngest son comb his hair in front of the only mirror in the house for ten minutes this morning and change his clothes five times, Zhao Cuihong was sure that her youngest son would definitely do something today.
In this situation, how could she possibly let her two daughters, who were so oblivious to social cues, pass by?
One of them smacked her on the head, and Zhao Cuihong scolded, "Isn't there enough work for you to do at home?"
All he ever thinks about is helping others!
As soon as Zhao Cuihong said this, her two daughters objected:
"other people?"
"Mom, what did you just say?"
"You actually said that Sister Miaomiao is someone else?"
"And Mom, can you think about yourself before you speak? Haven't you done enough work for Sister Miaomiao?"
"That's right, Mom! You were the one who wiped the table for Sister Miaomiao until nine o'clock last night!"
...
The two daughters looked at Zhao Cuihong with disdain: Mom, can't you come up with a better excuse?
Having her secret exposed, Zhao Cuihong became somewhat embarrassed and angry, and began to act like a rogue:
"I don't care, you're not going to your sister Miaomiao's house today. If you want to go, you have to wait until your older brother comes back!"
"eccentric!"
"Mom, you're being unfair!"
"Hmph, I just hate that I'm not a son, otherwise you wouldn't have said anything if I kept pestering Sister Miaomiao every day!"
...
The two daughters were sulking and making a ruckus at home, but they obediently didn't go over.
Instead, she kept looking towards the door, hoping that her older brother would return soon so she could go there as soon as possible.
I waited and waited, and it was almost lunchtime when the yard was still quiet.
This time, Zhou Taohua couldn't take it anymore: "My brother is too much. How can he be so shameless? It's one thing to have breakfast at Sister Miaomiao's place, but why does he want to have lunch there too?"
Sister Miaomiao doesn't have much food, and my brother eats a lot..."
As Zhou Taohua was complaining, her ever-vigilant ears caught the sound of footsteps approaching her house. She immediately put down what she was holding and ran outside with a joyful expression.
As he ran, he kept shouting:
"My brother's back, it's my turn to go to Sister Miaomiao's house..."
But as soon as he reached the door, he asked in confusion:
Who are you?
What are you doing at my house?
A group of people wearing red armbands standing in the courtyard saw a girl who looked to be in her early teens and asked:
"Is this Zhou Jingyun's house?"
Zhou Taohua saw that those people all looked fierce and menacing, and didn't seem like good people at all, so she immediately shook her head:
"No, this is Zhou Taohua's house!"
"snort!"
"Little brat, so young, and you've already learned to lie!"
The leader of the red armbands laughed when she heard Zhou Taohua's words.
Before arriving at the village, Accountant Zhou, fearing retaliation, deliberately separated from them.
However, she described all the information about Zhou Jingyun's house, including its location, features, and the number of people in the family.
The woman in front of you, named Zhou Taohua, is Zhou Jingyun's younger sister.
Who are you?
What are you doing here?
Hearing the commotion outside, Zhao Cuihong, who was inside the house, hurriedly chased after them.
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