Looking at Wang Xiaohong's face which was swollen like a steamed bun, what else was unclear?
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.
Tian Chengcheng told the old lady about her request for a place to stay, and the old lady agreed without saying anything.
"Hengyuan, go get some food for your sister-in-law and nieces. Yin Di Niang, take the three children and wash their faces. Now that you're here, don't be polite. These hard times are over, and good times are coming."
"Well, thank you, Auntie." Wang Xiaohong held back her tears and nodded vigorously.
"Go ahead." The old lady waved her hand. "Fubao, do you want to go and help?"
"Yeah." Tian Chengcheng nodded and went to help cook.
The wild vegetables I picked had been washed long ago, and I put them directly on the fire and stir-fried them with pork belly. I also made a big pot of dumpling soup.
Wang Xiaohong took her three daughters to wash. The old lady called Tian Chengcheng over and pushed all the old clothes that were pressed on the kang to her. "These old clothes haven't been altered yet, so let them wear them. This one is for you. Give it to Lai Di first. Grandma will make you another one later, okay?"
"Okay." Tian Chengcheng was very happy.
The old lady is really kind-hearted and treats everyone well.
She went over with the old clothes in her arms and called out, "This is old clothes. Please don't be disgusted. Put them on first. Come on, little sister, this was altered by grandma. Try it on for a while."
She also had new clothes, but she didn't wear them because she was afraid of being too conspicuous and getting into trouble in the village.
"That's not possible." Wang Xiaohong refused firmly.
Seeing her like that, Tian Chengcheng rolled her eyes and pretended to be pushed to the ground by her.
Wang Xiaohong was startled and hurried to help her, but before she could get close, Fu Xinhan rushed over, pushed Wang Xiaohong away, and asked coldly, "What are you doing?"
Tian Chengcheng: “…” Is it necessary to be so fast?
Her plan!
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