70s: Hug the villain’s thick thighs

Zeng Qiuhua heard her mother's voice and responded hurriedly.

Zeng's mother followed the sound and entered the kitchen. She happened to see the water spinach stalks still being fried in the pot and looked at it with disgust.

However, thinking that she had not eaten enough in the morning, she directly ordered: "My daughter is still thinking about mother. Do you know that mother came here to fry it for me? It just so happens that I haven't eaten enough in the morning, so you can pretend to be a baby for me." Just a bowl.”

Zeng Qiuhua glanced at the half bowl of vegetable stems in the pot. These were the breakfast for the three women. An Tai went out early in the morning and brought two black-faced steamed buns leftover from last night.

"Okay, mother."

Zeng Qiuhua turned around and went to the cupboard, took out a bowl, and filled it with some multigrain porridge. Zeng's mother saw that most of the bowl was filled with water, so she walked over, took the bowl, and poured the porridge back into the pot.

He muttered dissatisfiedly, "You're just pretending, you're not even willing to let go of your mother. She raised you up through all kinds of hardships. This is how you treat your mother. She's so sad!"

At the end of the story, I started to feel sad.

It felt like I had been greatly wronged.

This frightened Zeng Qiuhua.

She murmured: "Mom, I don't have it. We don't have enough rice at home, so we cook it thinly."

Zeng's mother immediately stopped crying and said, "That's because Mom blamed you wrongly. Mom can do it yourself. You go and put out the dishes to avoid burning them."

"Hey, okay, mother." Zeng Qiuhua immediately became happy.

Zeng’s mother took the spoon and slowly scraped out a layer of rice porridge from the bottom. When she poured it into the bowl, it looked thick. “Look, you have to scoop it like this next time. Mom is old and she won’t be in a few days.” Good job, you have to respect your mother well. When you were young, your mother would always feed you all the food in the house when you were hungry. Now that you are older and your mother is old, she has to rely on you!"

Zeng Qiuhua nodded repeatedly, "Mom, I understand. You will come over often from now on. You are welcome to whatever is at home."

The memory of her childhood is actually very blurry, but she does remember that her mother loved to cry.

When she was a child, whenever her mother cried, she would unconsciously give everything to her younger brothers and the others.

Then her mother would burst into laughter and praise her.

At that time, she will feel that she is very powerful.

Therefore, now she seems to be back to her childhood, and she is that very powerful little girl, instead of having a hard time every day now, as if she is dispensable to them.

The moment her great-mother's mouth curled up as she drank the porridge, she knew that as long as she pretended to howl, her silly girl would definitely follow her in everything.

"mother."

Because Ji Le is not old enough to study yet, he goes to bed late every day.

She had just woken up and heard a noise in the kitchen. She rubbed her eyes and ran over with short legs.

Unexpectedly, she saw grandma. She shrank in fright and stood at the door of the kitchen, not daring to move.

"Xiao Le, why are you so unruly? Grandma doesn't know how to call you. It seems that the tutor at Ji's house didn't do a good job."

Zeng Qiuhua also felt that her daughter had no rules at all. She scolded: "Yeah, hurry up and call grandma."

"Grandma." Ji Le didn't dare not shout, and shouted in a very soft voice.

Zeng's mother didn't care either. She turned to Zeng Qiuhua and said, "You may as well move out, but you have to teach this child well in the future. The old woman must have said something in my granddaughter's ears before. Otherwise, look at it." Each of them, meeting grandma is worse than meeting a stranger.”

Although Ji Le was young, she understood it. She boldly retorted: "My grandma didn't teach me."