I rely on breasts to get out of the circle

Lin Mobei stood beside him without saying a word. Comparing Lingling's cleverness, Lin Yifeng was about to cry.

With Lingling, there is no need to be hungry at noon.

The woman also knew that these people were here to record the show, and the village head had greeted them early in the morning.

Looking at these urbanites, the woman sincerely and cordially invited: "If you don't mind, you can have dinner at my house at noon. They are all simple food, I don't know if you can get used to it."

"Get used to it!" Lin Yifeng nodded quickly, fearing that the woman would refuse.

Ai Zhuzhu also expressed her thoughts: "Auntie, your cooking must be delicious. My uncle can't cook, and neither can we children. It would be great if I could eat at your house, excuse me gone."

Lin Mobei still had that cold face, and his attitude eased a bit: "Thank you."

"Huzi, bring the guests in, and mother will prepare lunch."

Lin Yifeng's family succeeded in eating together, but they entered the yard with mixed feelings.

The big single-family villa-like house just now was very beautiful, but Xiao Huzi's home was a bit dilapidated, and the house looked old.

Shengzai's yard is clean, revealing the breath of life everywhere. It can be seen that the owner of the house is very diligent.

Lingling and his party sat on the stone bench, Xiao Huzi brought a pot of tea and washed a few teacups.

The little tiger washed very hard, over and over again.

Lin Mobei stepped forward to help, and brought the teacup and teapot with the little tiger.

Lin Mobei poured tea for everyone, and Lingling picked up a small ceramic cup and gurgled a glass of water.

"This water is good to drink."

Ai Zhenzhu took a sip: "Really, sister Lingling, this water is different from the water we used to drink."

Lin Yifeng also took a tentative sip, and finally drank it down.

"Little Huzi, what brand of water do you have? It's delicious."

The little tiger didn't understand what the brand meant, so he told the truth: "Uncle, we are all mountain spring water here."

Lin Yifeng suddenly understood that the taste of mountain spring water must be different from that in the city. It is the taste of nature, with a slightly sweet aftertaste, which is delicious.

Lin Yifeng drank another cup: "Lingling, if you like to drink, when we go back, bring some water from here."

"Thank you uncle."

The children drank water and quenched their thirst.

Lin Yifeng wanted to do something for the woman, but he felt a little embarrassed. After all, men and women are different, so he should pay more attention.

Sitting in the yard, looking around, it seems that there is really nothing he can do.

"Huzi, where do you usually go to carry water, how about I help you carry water."

He should be able to do this job.

Lin Mobei cast a sidelong glance at Lin Yifeng, and said tactfully, "Dad, don't be a disservice to me. Although carrying water is hard work, it is also suitable for men. However, not every man can do it well."

Lin Yifeng: "..."

Heartbreak!

The knife from my son is really heartbreaking.

Seeing Lin Yifeng deflated, the staff almost couldn't hold back their laughter.

Soon, the woman cooked four dishes and one soup, which was already the best dish available at home.

Some mushrooms I picked, wild vegetables from the mountains, some cured meat, and a pot of wild vegetable soup.

Several people thanked each other, and after washing their hands, they picked up the steamed bread in the basket and took a bite.

They ate vegetables, drank soup, and even drank a bowl of porridge. Everyone ate very happily, and they didn't mean to dislike this place at all.

The guests ate happily and the woman breathed a sigh of relief.

She thought it was difficult for people in the city to serve them, picking and choosing, but she never expected that Lin Yifeng and the children could eat so happily.

Lingling drank a bowl of hot soup and was completely full.

"Auntie, the food you cook is delicious."

Ai Zhuzhu: "Yes, it is very delicious. It would be great if my mother could cook."

Little Huzi was stunned: "Your mother can't cook?"

Ai Zhenzhu shook her head: "No, she usually likes to look at her mobile phone to go shopping, but she doesn't know how to cook."

"Then how do you eat? Are you not hungry?" Hu Zi was shocked.

Ai Zhenzhu: "There is a nanny to help with the cooking."

nanny?

The mother of the tiger was explaining to her son what nanny meant, and these were words she had heard from other people.

In the world of the rich, even if you don't cook, you won't be hungry.

After the meal, Lin Mobei helped wash the dishes, but the woman kept refusing.

"You're not very familiar with our place, so I'll do it." The woman quickly refused, and left with a bowl.

Looking at the back of the woman, Lingling always felt as if she had seen her somewhere before.

For a while, but can't remember.

The villain system also saw the woman's face, and cursed secretly.

"It's not good to meet anyone, but to meet her! If this goes on, will Lingling's little vest still be able to cover it?"

Damn it, God is against it!

God wants to kill it!
"Lingling, go home and sleep when you're full. If you don't sleep, you won't be able to finish the task in the afternoon."

Just go!

The villain system is physically and mentally exhausted, and just wants to coax Lingling home.

It's not suitable for Lin Yifeng to sit here, he can only say goodbye to Xiaohuzi's family in embarrassment and go home to rest for a while, there are still tasks in the afternoon.

After everyone went back, no one noticed that Lin Mobei took a book of comic books and secretly gave it to Xiao Huzi.

Holding the book in his hand, Xiao Huzi looked at Lin Mobei's leaving back with a blank expression: "How does he know that I like to read this?"

After Lin Mobei went back, he found that Lingling was looking for something, and Ai Zhuzhu also helped her find it.

"What are you looking for?"

The two little girls slept together, and Lin Mobei walked in directly.

"Big Brother, Lingling wants to give gifts to Auntie and Brother Xiaohuzi, thanking them for inviting us to dinner. But after searching for a long time, they couldn't find anything suitable."

Snacks were confiscated, toys were also confiscated, there was really nothing suitable.

Ai Zhenzhu looked at the picture book story in her hand: "Why don't we give these to Brother Xiao Huzi?"

"No need to give it away. I have already given him a comic book. When we finish shooting, we can buy some things for him again."

Lingling and Ai Zhuzhu had no choice but to nod, and this is the only way to do it now.

There is no money or anything in hand, and there is no way to give gifts.

But everyone was infected by the children's frankness and politeness, such well-behaved children, no wonder Lin Yifeng dared to take three of them alone.

Soon, the children were in for a nap.

At this time, on the woman's side, she washed the dishes and sat in the yard drinking tea, her brows were tightly furrowed.

In her mind is Lingling's cute little face, which somewhat overlaps with a strange face in her memory.

"Did I remember wrongly?"

The woman drank another glass of water, calmed herself down, and shook her head talking to herself: "I must have remembered wrongly, how could she be that child."