After her husband died in battle, she relied on the villain cub to make a comeback.

Ye Zhizhi directly put the fish meat into Wuya's bowl.

"Eat, eat more, eat big portions to replenish your brain, you know that?!"

Mrs. Song, "...!?"

It's your daughter who needs brain replenishment. Old lady, can't I take a bite? !

In his eyes full of expectation, a trace of disappointment flashed uncontrollably.

Was cleverly noticed by Ye Zhizhi.

Ye Zhizhi understood, and immediately put the fish and crabs on the plate into the old lady's bowl.

"...Alas," the old lady was moved at first, but when she saw Ye Zhizhi pouring half of the shrimp and crabs on the plate, she quickly straightened her back and said arrogantly, "That's enough, that's enough! I It’s not like I don’t have long hands!”

She just wanted to try it reluctantly and give Ye Zhizhi a little face. Why eat so much? Wouldn't it be too embarrassing for this stinky girl?

Before the word 'le' was finished, Ye Zhizhi said, "I see you are sitting in a daze and not eating. You must be so full that you have nothing to do. It just so happens that I love seafood. Use your chopsticks to pick up the fish bones and crabs for me." Pick out the meat and serve it to me!"

Mrs. Song, "...?"

No, listen, are you speaking in human language? !

The old lady was so angry that she threw her chopsticks on the table, stood up, twisted and roared, "I won't eat it!"

"If you don't eat, I won't eat either. Why are you being so mean? Are you also being mean to Song Jinse? I think you don't want to level the bowl of water again!"

Ye Zhizhi simply slapped the golden step on the old lady's forehead as a small punishment and a big warning, "Don't curl your lips! If you can't stand or sit down, is she a mistress of a wealthy family?"

"I——!" Mrs. Song yelled.

Ye Zhizhi scolded, "Don't talk when you eat or sleep! This is a rule left by our ancestors. If you have anything to do, talk about it after eating!"

But after dinner, can you give me back my golden step?!

You have put my golden steps in your arms!

The old lady was so sad. For one meal, she had to work as a coolie, pick crabs and pick fish bones, and she also had to listen to her eldest son complaining.

The water of the West Lake is her tears.

She made up her mind never to eat with Ye Zhizhi again!

Unexpectedly, as soon as the thought came to an end, a plate full of fish with bones removed was placed in front of her and she said, "Eat it."

Mrs. Song looked up in shock.

Facing Ye Zhizhi's delicate profile, he asked, "Aren't you hungry?"

The little girl sighed and said, "I used to live in the countryside, and I was most afraid of starving!"

"You, have you ever been hungry?" Mrs. Song was shocked.

"Isn't it normal to be hungry? There used to be a drought in the village. I had five children to raise, six mouths in the house, and only five pounds of old grain. Someone had to go without food, so that we could survive."

Mrs. Song's mood was a little complicated.

Erzhu sighed deliberately when he saw this, "It would be great if my mother hadn't lost her. Then she wouldn't have to meet a bunch of morons like us, and she wouldn't be unable to afford food. She has been laughed at by Magistrate Sun's family for being a bumpkin from the countryside. I can’t even afford a gold hairpin.”

"She won't be disliked by the people in Duke Fu's palace!" Si Zhuba chimed, "She must be proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting! It makes Grandma Zeng happy. She likes her as much as she likes Song Jinse and doesn't dislike her!"

The child's tender words were like tender willows in early spring, gently beating Mrs. Song's heart.

It doesn't hurt, but there is a dense itching sensation.

I opened my mouth and wanted to say, neither am I. Well, I kind of dislike her for marrying twice...

"Okay, okay, what a drag, I didn't raise you just to let you remember my hard work."

The golden step in his hand was thrown back to the old lady's hand, "I'm just teasing you, you can give your own property to whoever you want, I have no right to care about it.

Song Jinse is sensitive and fragile. It is human nature for you to want to protect her. Unlike me, when I want to cry, I look up at the sky at 45 degrees to prevent my eyelashes from drowning. I am as strong as a donkey.

What qualifications does a donkey have to be held in the palm of someone's hand? If it can give you a full meal, I will be happy to live and not starve to death. Let's go. "

Ye Zhizhi stood up, with a lonely figure, and left the dinner table with his head lowered.

"not me……"

Old Mrs. Song wanted to explain, for example, I don't think you look like a donkey, and for another example, Duke Fu Guo's Mansion can give you more than just a bowl of rice.

But she noticed that Ye Zhizhi's fingertips were calloused, which seemed to be due to fatigue. She couldn't straighten her waist when walking, her back was hunched, and she slowly disappeared from her sight...

Bai Bai has become a bit of an old man, but she... is clearly just a child!

Mrs. Song's heart was shocked and she pinched the golden hairpin in her hand.

Afterwards, I realized how kind I was to Song Jinse and how mean I was to Ye Zhizhi.

Mrs. Song, who had a nightmare in the middle of the night, slapped herself twice, "No, I'm so fucking mean!"

He didn't even give his own granddaughter a decent meeting gift.

"I am in vain to be a mother, I am in vain to be a human milk!"

He simply dug out five shops, four bracelets, and three pieces of Sichuan brocade, and asked the nanny beside him to give them to Ye Zhizhi and said, "And those Jin Buyao, give them to her!"

The person below, the nanny, "?"

No, the old lady is crazy?!

Ye Zhizhi, who pretended to be weak and charmed the old lady to death, was going crazy with joy.

However, the news was too quick, and the next day she was taken to the racecourse by Song Qingjun to practice riding horses.

Ye Zhizhi, who was sleepy to death, asked, "Is it necessary to learn this horse before dawn?" !

"As the saying goes, the stupid bird flies first!" Song Qingjun touched his sister's head lovingly and said, "Your starting point is not high, you are not tall, and you have a bad temper.

A grown-up sweaty horse can beat you, a short winter melon, by a long margin with just its legs. I am afraid that you will be thrown off the horse and be paralyzed in bed for the rest of your life, so I am going to teach you how to ride a horse myself!"

Ye Zhizhi, "..."

Who are you calling short winter melon? !

Ye Zhizhi trains horses in her own paddock.

The servants saw the young master and the young lady coming to the racecourse, and hurriedly brought out Ye Zhizhi's sweaty horse.

"In this horse riding, there is a certain point in getting on the horse. Second brother will teach you."

"Okay."

Ye Zhizhi thought about the posture of Xiao Jingheng and others getting on the horse, then he raised his legs and jumped directly on the spot, then jumped directly onto the horse: "Is this right?"

Song Qingjun, "..."

No, are you such a tiger?

"Are you sure your posture is elegant? Don't you want to split your pants?"

"What do you know," Ye Zhizhi said, "As the old saying goes, it doesn't matter whether the cat is black or white. The one that catches mice is a good cat. What should I do next? I'll pat its butt and pull the reins to let it run. "

Song Qingjun, "This is the theory, but..."

"Oh, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!"

Si Zhu was drawing his bow and shooting arrows in preparation for tomorrow's hunt. When he turned around, he saw his weak mother, who could not take care of herself, riding a sweaty horse that was even taller than her, riding away from him like a chicken and a duck. It rushed out in front of my eyes!