Ding Ba's buttocks hurt a lot. He rubbed them sadly and limped to the edge of the sofa. When he saw that it was a single sofa, he couldn't help but get angry. He was still a tall man of 180. How should he sleep?

"Twist the quilt for me!"

Ding Ba limped to the door again, trying to suppress his anger, and discussed it with great enthusiasm, but the inner room did not move at all and there was no response. He was so angry that he screamed again.

Miao Tianxiong was almost asleep. Since she became pregnant, her spirit was very different. She had 24 hours a day, but she only regretted that she could sleep for twenty hours and could fall asleep as soon as she touched the bed. When she was woken up by Ding Ba's ghost cry, Miao Tianxiong was furious.

She pulled out a cold dagger from under the pillow, rushed to the door with murderous aura, and when she opened the door, she firmly held the dagger in front of Ding Ba's neck, "I'll kill you again!"

What I hate most is that when I sleep, someone cries and howls. She would have killed her before.

Ding Ba was so scared that he didn't dare to move, begging: "Give me a quilt, the sofa is too small, I can't sleep, I have to hit the floor."

"Sleep naked!"

Miao Tianxiong replied coldly, slammed the door and yawned several times. He was so sad that he was so sleepy that he didn't have time to get a quilt. Anyway, it was not winter, so he couldn't die of sleeping naked for a night.

Miao Tianxiong, who returned to the bed, shouted outside again, "Call me again and I'll cut your tongue!"

Ding Ba was so scared that he closed his mouth, his eyes were wet, and he was so aggrieved that he wanted to cry to Gong Yi. What the old man found for him was his wife, but the female king of hell!

He lay aggrievedly on the floor. It was May. It was cool at night, and the floor was cold and cold. It was so cold that it was definitely a serious injury to sleep like this all night. Ding Ba had to get up, put two single sofas together, half curled up, and slept awkwardly, curled up like shrimps.

A central alley in Pingjiang, a crowded slum.

This is an old Shikumen house with four floors in total, and there are dozens of families living in it. They are basically from the bottom of the city, including those who sell breakfast, those who polish shoes, those who repair bicycles, and those who are fragrant at night... There are all kinds of professions.

It was early morning, and most families were still sleeping, but there were several families with dim lights. The old woman who cooked food during the day lived in a small room on the first floor. She had already gotten up, tied an apron and put on a hat. Although the house was small, it was placed in an orderly manner, and the windows were bright and clean, which was in sharp contrast to the crowded and noisy slums.

The old woman is steaming glutinous rice and preparing side dishes. She will sell breakfast as soon as it dawns. She sells porcelain rice balls, one of the favorite breakfasts people in Pingjiang.

Put half a fried dough stick in the soft and glutinous rice, then put some steamed dried plums, wrap them in gauze, and pinch them hard, and a solid rice ball will be prepared. It is economical and affordable. People in Pingjiang love to eat porcelain rice balls.

Huizi (who later called Huizi) made porcelain rice balls. She improved it a little and added a lot of side dishes. The others were dried plums. She could fry eggs, fried bacon, and make some side dishes. In addition, her stall was clean and neat. Even if it was one or two cents more expensive than others, the business was still booming. She could sell a large bucket of glutinous rice every morning, and the money she earned could barely support the lives of the mother and the mother.

If Zhu'er hadn't had her condition worsened, she wouldn't have made that dish.

Huizi looked at her daughter who was lying on the bed, and was very worried. She hoped that her daughter could survive this time. If Zhu'er was gone, she really didn't have the courage to support her anymore!
Chapter completed!