"Oh my God, you old bitch, you're asking for trouble! You've ruined my clothes, what should I do now?" Li Qiuju was wincing in pain.
The village chief and Guo Hongchang rushed over after hearing what was said, and their faces turned extremely ugly when they saw the torn clothes.
"This dress is made for foreigners, it should cost at least twenty dollars."
When Mrs. Tian heard this, her eyes rolled back and she fell down.
Li Qiuju was quick-witted and quick-handed. The moment she fell to the ground, she pinched her philtrum hard.
"Wake up! Don't die here now. Your son is still in there, and there's no one to wear mourning for you."
Not only was Li Qiuju ruthless, she pinched the man until he bled and also badly damaged his mouth.
Old Mrs. Tian rolled her eyes in pain and was too late to push away.
It was so painful that I touched the blood coming out of my philtrum and cried out in pain.
"It's no use crying out loud. Just go back and never step into this house again!" said the village chief angrily.
When Mrs. Tian heard this, she became even more unwilling to do it.
She came and made a scene, but not only did she not get anything, she also had her hair pulled and her philtrum pinched. On top of that, she had to pay twenty yuan for her clothes. Isn't this asking for her life?
Thinking of this, she lay on the ground again, "You are just bullying me. I can't walk anymore! Li Qiuju, that dead pig, beat me up. She ripped my scalp off and my philtrum is bleeding. I'm going to die here."
This time, she was really a little out of breath.
After all, he is old and doesn't work. He just lies on the kang every day waiting for Wang Xiaohong and her daughter to serve him. He has been pampered for twenty years and has no strength left.
Li Qiuju refused to believe it and kicked him. "When did I pull your hair out? I told you to let go, but you still ruined the clothes. Now you deserve to pay for it. I think your family is so poor that you can't afford to pay even if you sell everything you have!"
Old Mrs. Tian wanted to hide, but she didn't have the strength to do so.
Her face turned pale. Li Qiuju kicked her again and cursed, "Hurry up and get up! The village chief told you not to stay here, but you're still stubbornly staying here. Do you want us to carry you out?"
However, this time, the old lady still did not react, and white bubbles appeared at the corners of her mouth.
Everyone was stunned. Li Qiuju also felt something was wrong and said, "I'm telling you, don't pretend! I'm the best at treating people who pretend to be sick. Who doesn't know me?"
The village chief saw something was wrong and hurriedly called out to Tian Fuhua, "Fuhua, come and see what's going on."
Tian Fuhua was stunned when he saw the old lady's symptoms. "Quick, everyone, disperse! Don't crowd around! Get some fresh air! She's about to have a stroke!"
Mrs. Tian is experiencing symptoms of a stroke, which is serious!
Now, everyone panicked.
Especially Li Qiuju, she was the most ruthless person, and she even kicked Old Lady Tian twice in the end. If something happened to her, she wouldn't really blame her, right?
Li Qiuju watched for a while and saw that Mrs. Tian's mouth was crooked, her eyes were slanted, and she spoke hesitantly. She knew she was in trouble and was so scared that she didn't dare to look and slipped away while there were many people around.
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In the city.
After finishing her work, Tian Chengcheng returned to the tailor shop. Just then, Wang Xiaohong had just finished making the first pot of soup dumplings. The rich aroma wafted from far away. The round, white and plump dumplings were very pleasing to the eye.
One bite and the rich soup overflows, leaving a lingering fragrance in your mouth.
Master Wang couldn't help but reveal an expression of admiration, "Delicious."
As a seasoned foodie, Tian Chengcheng had never tasted such authentic soup dumplings before.
“It’s so delicious!”
"Really?" Wang Xiaohong, who was standing aside, asked Tian Chengcheng in disbelief.
When the buns came out of the oven, she didn't eat any of them and gave them to Master Wang and Tian Chengcheng to try.
"Of course it's real, Aunt Wang, your craftsmanship is amazing! I guarantee that if you open a shop, you will count money every day until your hands cramp." Tian Chengcheng couldn't help but eat another one.
It turns out that she is a foodie and can't control herself.
Hearing this, Wang Xiaohong was very excited, "That's great, I was worried it wouldn't taste good."
Fu Xinhan also ate one, and a look of surprise appeared on his usually expressionless face.
"Auntie Wang, it's really delicious. Your cooking skills are excellent. How about this, we can go out and look for a suitable house and rent it to open a shop. With your cooking skills alone, you can easily support the whole family." Tian Chengcheng said.
It just so happens that all the fabrics have been almost processed, and the remaining part can be sold by Master Wang in his shop. If you don’t have time, you can keep it for your own use, which is also fine.
"Really?" Wang Xiaohong's eyes turned red with excitement.
She has no opinion of her own, but during this period, she has developed a strong dependence on Tian Chengcheng, and she believes whatever she says.
"Of course, you all come and try it. Daya, Yindi, Zhaodi sister, Laidi, come here quickly." Tian Chengcheng looked up and saw several pairs of eyes staring at her. She swallowed hard and realized that they had not eaten it yet. She felt a little guilty.
Even though she said that, they still didn't come forward. Tian Chengcheng could only give the buns to Wang Xiaohong, "Auntie Wang, this is made by you. You should try one first, and then let everyone else try it. Only when everyone says it's delicious, then it's really delicious."
Wang Xiaohong was reluctant to eat it because the soup dumpling was not cheap. It not only contained meat but also ice cubes, which all cost money.
But seeing the looks in the children's eyes, she gritted her teeth, handed one to Daya first, then took out another and handed it to Yindi, "Yindi, you and Lai Di have one, and your second sister and I will have one."
Tian Chengcheng was speechless. Aunt Wang was too reluctant to let her go.
"Auntie Wang, we are not selling the buns today. We are eating them ourselves. How many did you steam?" Tian Chengcheng asked.
"I have steamed a big pot now, with 60 buns in it, and there is still a lot of stuffing and dough, so I can make two more pots." Considering the problem of ice cubes, Wang Xiaohong made some more stuffing, thinking that the stuffing can be kept for a few days after it is made, so as long as it is heated in the pot, it can be eaten by everyone.
"How long will it take to finish?" Tian Chengcheng asked.
"It takes fifteen minutes to cook one pot. Including wrapping and serving, it takes at most twenty minutes to cook one pot." said Wang Xiaohong.
"Take out the soup dumplings first. Each person can eat three. Grandpa Wang, are five enough for you?" Tian Chengcheng looked at Master Wang and still had to take care of him.
"Don't worry about the number, just take them all out and let everyone enjoy a good meal," said Master Wang.
In the past, he was alone and had a lonely life. Now, with a table full of people and people everywhere, he felt much better and preferred this kind of atmosphere.
"In terms of quantity, they can still eat three. No matter what, they will definitely say they are full after eating one." Tian Chengcheng said.
Master Wang was amused. "You seem to understand them. Then give them five each. If you can't finish them, keep them and eat them when you're hungry in the middle of the night."
After spending some time together, Master Wang also had a certain understanding of them and was really reluctant to eat them.
I’m afraid that I’ll be disliked if I eat too much, it seems to have become a habit.
It can be seen what kind of life they have been living over the years.
"That's a happy decision!" Tian Chengcheng said, "Everyone, eat quickly, then make the remaining buns together, pack them in a box, and when the weaving factory is closed, we'll go to the door and sell them. It can also be considered an advertisement."
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