"Will it be later...?"

Is there any future? Mrs. Wu raised her head. She begged every day that the person was going to go out for a drink.

Hold on, it is understandable that men are angry if they fail to give birth to a son.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Wu's tentacles stretched towards the light in her heart, and then shrank into the darkness.

"I couldn't have a son."

"What's wrong with my elder sister and my second sister? My elder sister didn't protect you, and my second sister didn't think of you if I had food."

Thinking of the two children, he timidly asked her if she could bring some food to her mother.

Aunt Zhao was very sad.

"Big sister and second sister are both good. I know, I want to raise my sister and second sister well now, and it will be fine when I go out."

"Miss Wu, it's not your fault that you can't give birth to a son. You get melons and plant melons. You still want to harvest melons."

A fool?

"In your own home, you can't protect your children. You are still the biological mother of your eldest sister and second sister, and you can't protect them."

"How can you expect strangers to treat your elder sister and second sister well after you go out? What if you are her father again?"

Liu Xiangxiang was really angry. She was spoiled all the time. Many things were taught to her by her mother-in-law after she got married.

Reading, writing, painting, and other things are all enlightened after getting married.

"You teach your elder sister and second sister to endure it. When will it endure?"

"That won't work." Madam Wu seemed to feel angry. She could endure it. She knew that this kind of suffering was why her daughter had to endure it too.

"Boss, I want to live off my husband, please give me a clear way." A light flashed in Miss Wu's dead eyes. Why should she endure that dead man?

It is not enough to buy the wine shop left by her parents. She also wants to sell the wine brewing recipes left by her parents. Now she uses her embroidery wages and still beats the three of them.

She used to be afraid that the alcoholic would find that she had a recipe in her hand, so she didn't even dare to make wine and sell it. She could only wash clothes for others and earn some hard money.

She always knew that the winemaker was the winemaking recipe in her hand, which was the only thing her parents left to her to remember.

I ate Thumb Fried Buns at night, which are produced in February and are almost become a fine product.

A golden fried bread is a bite, with a thin dough, and when chewing, it is a fragrant filling.

I drank millet porridge with refreshing and crispy side dishes, which was pretty good.

Aunt Zhao talked about the things in the embroidery workshop.

"Lingxi, I tell you that a man who is suffering from domestic violence is not allowed. Domestic violence will only last for the first time and countless times."

Lu Lingxi was also full of sighs, why did she live like that?

"My aunt I know."

Aunt Zhao: "If you encounter this kind of thing, you should be divorced."

"Auntie will always stand on your side."

Xiao Mochen:...

Is this me or me?

He coughed lightly.

"Auntie, it's late, go to bed." As he said that, he pulled his wife out of Aunt Zhao's hand.

"My wife, I don't know what to do. I want to hold you in my palm."

"It would be great if you could become a little boy. I could also carry you in my pocket when I go out, and I would take you wherever I go."

"I don't want it, that's the Thumb Girl." Ling Xi's fairy tale content appeared in her mind.

She couldn't help but shrink her head, so she didn't want to become a thumb girl.

"How do you plan to help others?"

"My husband, the son-in-law of the Wu family came from another place. She will probably be sent back to her hometown."

The next day, Lu Lingxi, who was captured by Thumb Fried Bun, began to cause trouble for other pastries.

For example, if you pour soup and small buns, you can see the flowing gravy inside the thin and tough dough.

When eating, take a small bite, suck the soup inside, and then eat the remaining ones.

Several people were thinking about it in the kitchen for a long time, and finally a flash of inspiration appeared.

Lingxi finished making the skin and heard the sound of May outside.

"Madam, the nanny in the house of Mrs. Qian has come and said she has something to come to you."

May followed Lu Lingxi to Mrs. Qian's courtyard from time to time, and knew almost the same people in Mrs. Qian's courtyard.

As soon as the nanny in charge arrived, Mayyue hurried to find her wife. Mrs. Qian was about to give birth, and there was nothing trivial about her.

Lu Lingxi told me to freeze a large piece of pig skin in February and cut it into a square that is wide on your thumb.

The person went in front.

The person who came was the nanny in the Wen family. When he saw Lu Lingxi, he bowed and asked, and he explained his purpose.

"Mrs. Xiao, the weather has been very good recently. Our wife is going to stay in the village for two days. We especially ask the old slave to come and invite Mrs. Xiao to travel with you."

Lu Lingxi calculated the time and knew that Wen was about to give birth. This time he went to Zhuangzi to give birth to a child.
Chapter completed!