Everyone Wants to Pamper the Peasant Girl

One drags three, no, one drags four.

Better than her.

If you want her to say that her natal family's things are dragged away by her, the third sister.

Every time I go back to my mother's house, I have never seen her come here alone.

Song frowned, watching the two granddaughters running around in the yard, their brains ached from arguing.

She never had a quiet day.

One or two is really positive enough for eating.

Take turns every day.

She will not give up until she wipes out her old bones.

Isn't it about to give birth? I won't have time to come and see my mother when I'm in confinement, so I have to think about it. Liu Guihua walked over with a big belly and smiled, not taking it seriously.

Liu Guimei curled her lips in disdain.

Come on!

The same village is just a few steps away.

Third sister, just talk when you come back to eat and drink. Otherwise, according to your thinking, mother will have to sneeze dozens of times a day.

Don't think she doesn't know, she also has the idea of ​​coffin book.

Of the four sisters, she was the one who dragged the most from her natal family.

The head has a great advantage.

Mrs. Song sounded shabby.

Everyone thought she was fake, and thought her coffin was real.

Anyway, the four daughters she gave birth to were all losers.

Little sister, don't talk about each other. Liu Guihua sat down with her stomach stretched out with difficulty, and smiled.

Liu Guimei turned her head away and hummed.

He waved to the girls, Come here quickly and call your aunts.

All of them surrounded Liu Guimei, Hi, auntie.

All of them applauded.

One or two are yellow and thin, with skin and bones, typical malnutrition.

His face was disheveled from head to toe, his clothes were torn, and even the toes of his shoes were exposed one by one.

Like a beggar outside.

It's not pretending to be poor, but really poor.

Liu Guihua married several brothers from her husband's family, and a large family of dozens of people lived together.

The other brothers and daughters-in-law all have sons, but she gave birth to all daughters, who have no status at all in the husband's family.

Of course, the food and use are not much better.

Let's say that the two sisters are sitting together, Liu Guimei's spirit is not much better than Liu Guihua's.

Liu Guihua was as thin as a bamboo pole, and Liu Guimei looked a bit fleshy anyway.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be so hungry that I would go back to my mother's house for dinner every three days.

I can't wait to swallow my mother's pot.

Liu Guimei lazily replied, she really didn't like this group of nieces.

There is no other reason, they are also masters of Huo Huo's family.

No, he started robbing her to eat again.

Grandma, I want to eat steamed buns.

Grandma, I'm hungry too.

One or two were clamoring for hunger, seeing the steamed buns on the table with glowing eyes, like starving ghosts.

Reach out and grab it.

Seeing this, Liu Guimei reached out and patted it down, This is mine.

She is powerful enough, and these dead girls are even stronger than her.

There is a first-come, first-served basis for eating.

Even if she despises it as bad food, it's not the turn of these girls to eat it.

After saying that, Liu Guimei was slapped by Mrs. Song, It's not shameful to lose face, as an elder, you still grab food from children.

After finishing speaking, he took the steamed bun from Liu Guimei's hand and divided it among them.

Even the steamed bun that was half eaten in his mouth was pulled off, which was enough.

Liu Guimei stared wide-eyed, especially scary.

One or two were so frightened that they hid behind Mrs. Song.

damn it.

Come and grab a steamed bun from her.

This happens every time.

Liu Guimei was so angry that her nose was about to smoke.

Liu Guihua pretended not to see this.

Mom, do we still have food at home? Seeing the children eating steamed buns one by one, Liu Guihua starved to death, This baby is hungry.