Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 268
Lu Youming heard the words and went to the kitchen.

He found a large bag of flour, kneaded it into dough, and covered it with a cloth to wake it up.

I lay in bed and fell asleep for half a night, and woke up quietly again at three o'clock in the morning.

He came to the kitchen and cleaned the stove.Light the firewood, pull the bellows, and throw the black lumps of the milk powder jar in the stove into it to burn.

First boil a large pot of hot water.Scrub the pan.

Lu Youming took out the dough, kneaded it, and kneaded it into different shapes with chopsticks.

In prison, the best job is probably to be a cook.

In his last year, he grabbed this position and worked with his master for a year.

Ben also found a job as a cook, but his skills were not good enough, and his wages were low.

With Jiang Meili, it is not enough to spend.

Fortunately, he went to the construction site to do small labor.

Unexpectedly, there is still a moment to cook for others.

Lu Youming scooped up the water in the pot with no expression on his face, and filled the pot half again.

Among these crafts, his best cooking skill is making pasta.

Put the steamer and put the kneaded dough in it.

Waiting for the time, Lu Youming sat by the stove to keep warm.

He was born in a rural area, and he was a little afraid to say that he didn't believe in some things.

He didn't know if Fu Chen sensed anything, but he would definitely notice this in the future.

After making one pot, Lu Youming immediately put on the second pot.

Made three pots in a row.

Lu Youming immediately knocked on the door next door.

It's almost five o'clock.

Grandpa and aunt woke up early.

People in the village wake up early.You have to get up early to work, and you have to get up early to buy vegetables and cook.

After Lu Youming expressed his intention to come, the uncle immediately said, "Give us two baskets, and we will help you."

The uncle and the aunt each took a basket to pack the steamed buns, and the rising heat brought a sweet smell.

"It's really fragrant." The uncle tasted one, "Well, it's not bad." He took one for the aunt, "Try it."

The aunt nodded, "You...you put something in it."

Lu Youming nodded, "There is no sugar, I put milk powder."

The aunt nodded, "It's very fragrant. It's also soft."

Both of them looked very satisfied, and immediately started rushing to the door to help, asking for cloth strips.Four steamed buns were given out from door to door.

Broken steps are very common in rural areas.

It's in the sewing basket.

Ready to sew and mend.

It's a good deal to exchange steamed buns for broken steps.

Someone joked, "This steamed bun is so delicious, why not let Lu Youming make steamed buns, we patronize his business every day."

The aunt smiled back, "That's okay. In this steamed bun, there is milk powder mixed with floating dust. You will lose as much as you sell."

Everyone smiled and didn't speak.

Milk powder is expensive, not every household can afford it.

Lu Youming belongs to a helpless family.

The broken steps were quickly collected.

After hearing the letter, Zhang Cuihua (director of the Women's Federation) and Sister Liu immediately said that we could help make hundred-year-old clothes.

Lu Youming was not good at this kind of social work, so he just continued to make steamed buns silently and brought them to the aunt's house to share the food.

One piece of clothing, one night, everyone talked and laughed, and it was completed.

The floating dust in the room fell asleep under Sister Liu's hug.

Lu Youming put on the hundred-year-old clothes on Fuchen, stood outside the house and shouted, "Fuchen! Come back!"

The clear roar drifted in the night wind.

It was dark in the night sky.

There are warm lights in the dilapidated houses.

"Floating dust! Come back!"

Sister Liu and Zhang Cuihua stood outside the door and watched with emotion in their eyes, "I never thought that Lu Youming would have such a day."

"Maybe it's like Yongzi said, a man only matures when he has responsibility."

"Maybe. It's too early to say that now." Zhang Cuihua stared at the person.

"Floating dust! Come back!"

After shouting three times in succession, Lu Youming closed the door.

The two also left side by side and returned to their respective homes.

After calling the soul, Fu Chen didn't stop crying, on the contrary, he burned up again when he slept at night.

Lu Youming puts on his clothes and prepares to take Fuchen to the village clinic to see a doctor.

With a flushed face, Fuchen grabbed her toy rolling pin and tapped Lu Youming's outstretched hand.

Lu Youming was stunned, and he slowly stretched out his hand.

Fuchen grabbed the rolling pin and beat it again.

Holding the rolling pin with two small hands, click, click, very seriously.

His eyes stared at Lu Youming.

Lu Youming seemed to understand for a moment, and hugged Fuchen in his arms.

The floating dust immediately aimed at the head and knocked it over.

The attack is heavy - this is Lu Youming's idea.

It is heavier than the imagination of a child.

I thought the child had no strength.But now I feel like I can still die.

"Boom."

"Boom."

"Boom."

Fu Chen knocked on Lu Youming's head, "huh" muffled a sound in his head, I don't know if it was uncomfortable or wanted to cry.

The small mouth was wrinkled together, and the face was flushed.

Lu Youming wanted to go away, he didn't want to see her, but he sat still in Yuanwei, without any thought of stretching out his hand to slap the child away.

Until the forehead was knocked to bleed.

The hand that was beating people with the floating dust stopped.

"Aiya!" Fuchen shouted with difficulty.

After shouting, he fell down and fell asleep.

Lu Youming stood there thinking for a long time, then ran to the kitchen to get a basin, and burned paper in it.

Jump over with the floating dust.

I also cross over.

He mistook what he had just done.

Children are most likely to be bumped.

Fortunately, after Fu Chen had a fever, he recovered and became more silent.

After peeing in the middle of the night, Fuchen got up by himself, and slapped Lu Youming on the face.

Lu Youming rolled his eyes, put on diapers for Fuchen, pressed Fuchen and spanked his buttocks, "You've got it! I've learned how to beat me!"

"Ah wow!" Fuchen protested.Grab Lu Youming and bite.

Lu Youming hit harder.

After playing, go to sleep.

When I woke up, I took a look at my hand, heh, I bit the skin.

Whether Fuchen is asleep or not, he grabs Fuchen's chin and touches it with his hand, it has teeth.

Hungry, Fuchen grabbed the rolling pin and beat Lu Youming.

Sometimes, Lu Youming was sleeping and was directly woken up.Taking a deep breath, he grabbed the staring floating dust and beat him again, "Hey you boy! Don't think you can hit me after being hit! You don't deserve it!"

When Fuchen was beaten, he would just stare at Lu Youming with a pair of eyes, and not cry.

Lu Youming was in a bad mood, he did not test the temperature of the water when making milk powder, and threw it to the floating dust after brewing, pulled up the quilt and went back to sleep immediately.

Fu Chen hugged the hot milk powder and sat motionless on the quilt.

When there was a little movement next door, Fu Chen opened his mouth and cried loudly.

Lu Youming was upset, he raised his head and shouted, "Why are you crying! What's wrong with you!"

The old man next door immediately replied, "Why are you so dusty! She provoked you!"

Clothes on and wearing snow, he picked up Fuchen and touched the hot milk bottle, "Damn you! It's a shame that Fuchen didn't drink it! If you drink it, you're a murderer!"

Murderer, these three words are extremely sensitive.

Lu Youming immediately became irritable, "Scram! Murderers don't raise brats! Let me take her away!"

"Fuck, what the hell are you! Fu Chen was born in your house, and it's the bad luck of eight lifetimes!"

Leave with the floating dust.

And Fu Chen, who was still crying just now, stopped crying immediately in the uncle's arms, and just stared at Lu Youming with a pair of eyes.

Lu Youming looked at him with horror, feeling that this was not a child.

but a ghost.

debt collector.

(End of this chapter)