Dressed as a farm girl, she randomly cheats and makes the whole family happy

Zhao Yicha took the initiative to push the cake in front of Yang Zhaodi, "Try it quickly. My second aunt made it by herself. It's delicious."

The little girl smiled so cutely, and her little fleshy hands pushing the plate were white and tender.

Yang Zhaodi stretched out his hand towards the plate, and when he saw his dark and thin hands with mud still in their nails, he immediately retracted them.

"Thank you."

Zhao Yicha pushed the plate towards Yang Zhaodi again, "Try it, it's really delicious."

The little girl noticed Yang Zhaodi's embarrassment and took her hand back.

It was hard to resist such hospitality, and Yang Zhaodi would not refuse anyone. He blushed and carefully took away the edge of the pastry, for fear of staining the other pastries.

After taking a small bite, my eyes instantly lit up.

The small pastry disappeared after two or three bites. Yang Zhaodi still wanted to eat it, but he didn't dare to take it again.

Zhao Yicha patted the cake crumbs on his hands and said, "The cakes are a bit crumbled and my hands are dirty. Do you want to wash your hands with me?"

Yang Zhaodi raised his head, "Me?"

Zhao Yicha shook his calf, "Of course, you also ate pastries, your hands must be dirty too."

"Let's go, I'll take you to wash your hands."

Yang Zhaodi couldn't tell what he was feeling, so he followed Zhao Yicha away in a daze.

There is a hollow bamboo above the water tank. Water is collected from the mountain and guided into the water tank through the bamboo. The water flows slowly through the bamboo into the water tank.

There are small channels on the floor of the tank. If you need water, you can ladle the water into a small stone trough or wooden basin.

Zhao Yigui took the small bench and led Sun Bozong and Sun Boyao to tear open the cabbage and clean it.

Zhao Yicha walked over and stretched out his hands, "Brother, I want to wash my hands."

My sister’s hands are not dirty, they are white

Pure.

Zhao Yigui saw Yang Zhaodi following behind Zhao Yicha, squeezing his hands nervously, and then he understood what his sister meant.

"I'll scoop the water into a small basin, and you can sit on the stool and wash it, okay?"

Zhao Yicha responded sweetly.

"I also want that soap, which can wash away the fragrance."

Lu Ming found a lot of toiletries in the warehouse of the wooden house and took out several pieces of soap.

One piece is placed by the sink for washing hands.

Zhao Yigui filled the water and brought the soap.

Zhao Yicha first asked Yang Zhaodi to sit down, picked up the soap and washed his hands to demonstrate.

"This smells great after washing your hands. Give it a try."

Yang Zhaodi took the soap and looked at the slippery soap in his hand with curiosity.

"I've never seen one before. It looks like the honey locust that washes clothes for my brother."

Zhao Yigui gave Yang Zhaodi a basin of water, and Yang Zhaodi thanked him in a low voice.

As soon as I put my hand in, the water in the basin turned black.

Sun Boyao saw it and chuckled: "This sister's hands are so dirty."

Yang Zhaodi's face suddenly turned pale, and his body trembled and froze.

Sun Boyao continued, "My brother and I were so dirty after playing in the mud. Does my sister like playing in the mud?"

"I like to play too!"

There was no harm in what the child said, and he even invited Yang Zhaodi.

"Second uncle brought back a big piece of mud yesterday. Sister, do you want to play with me?"

Zhao Yicha poked his little face and said, "My second uncle brought it back to pinch the deer. You can't play with it."

Sun Boyao blinked and looked at Zhao Yicha and Sun Bozong.

"Sister Tea, can we go out and play in the mud?"

Sun Bozong also poked his brother's little face, "Stupid, there are guests at home, so you can't

Go out and play in the mud. "

Sun Boyao felt a little aggrieved, but he was also taking guests to play.

But after his brother said this, Sister Cha's expression didn't seem to agree, so Sun Boyao had no choice but to give up.

"Oh, okay."

The embarrassment in Yang Zhaodi's heart was inexplicably soothed.

"You guys are so good."

Yang Zhaodi spoke in a very low voice, but Zhao Yicha still heard him clearly.

"Of course, we are a family."

Yang Zhaodi lowered his head and silently washed his hands, gradually washing off the mud on his hands.

Following Zhao Yicha's actions, he applied soap and rubbed his hands to get out the mud from between his nails.

Zhao Yigui very thoughtfully changed the water to clean water.

Yang Zhaodi slowly washed her hands and looked at her hands. They had never been so clean.

Sun Boyao stretched out his chubby little hand.

"My sister has no flesh on her hands. Does it mean she doesn't like to eat?"

Yang Zhaodi didn't know how to answer. It wasn't that he didn't like to eat, but that he didn't have food to eat.

Fortunately, Zhao Yigui took the washed cabbage and waved the two children away.

Only then did Yang Zhaodi exhale.

Zhao Yicha pointed to the partition above the small stone trough, "Put the wooden basin on this."

"I can't reach it, sister, please let go."

When Yang Zhaodi and Zhao Yicha were alone together, they felt inexplicably relaxed.

Put the tub in place and take the initiative to chat.

"My name is Yang Zhaodi."

Zhao Yicha jumped up and shook the small drops of water on his hand.

"My name is Zhao Yicha."

"how old are you?"

Yang Zhaodi relaxed a lot and said louder, "I'm eleven years old."

Zhao Yicha smiled and gestured with four fingers, "I will be four years old soon."

You can already smell eggs in the kitchen

The smell of fried rice.

Yang Laidi was very uneasy when he didn't see his sister. He pulled Zhao Miaomiao's clothes and looked everywhere for Yang Zhaodi.

Finally seeing Yang Zhaodi, she lowered her head and ran over quickly, almost hitting Zhao Yicha who was beside him.

Zhao Yicha reacted quickly and ducked to the side, staggering a few steps.

Zhao Nanzhou was not far away and rushed to help Zhao Yicha.

"Sister Tea, are you okay?"

The little child frowned.

Zhao Yicha waved his hand and said he was fine.

Yang Zhaodi also saw it and pushed away his sister who was hugging his waist tightly.

"Brother, you almost hit my little sister just now, please apologize."

Yang Laidi didn't know what the fuss was about. He stubbornly lowered his head and said nothing.

Yang Zhaodi urged, "Apologise."

Yang Laidi glanced at Zhao Yicha, lowered his head again and said nothing.

Zhao Yicha asked Nan Zhou doubtfully, "Does she hate me?"

Zhao Nanzhou also had a dark face. Why didn't he apologize for bumping into someone?

"Sister Cha didn't offend her. She bumped into someone and didn't apologize."

Yang Laidi still lowered his head stubbornly, and Yang Zhaodi pushed her anxiously.

The movement here attracted the attention of others.

Zhao Yigui and Zhao Changan both came over, and even Zhao Changfu, who was burning firewood, asked.

"what happened?"

Zhao Miaomiao took out the rice from the pot, put down the shovel and walked over.

"Nan Zhou, what's wrong?"

Zhao Nanzhou took a step forward and stood in front of Zhao Yicha, frowning unhappily.

"She ran over and almost bumped into Sister Cha, and she still didn't apologize."

When Zhao Laidi heard Zhao Miaomiao's voice, he immediately raised his head and timidly pulled her sleeves.

Zhao Miaomiao shook off her hand, "Why don't you apologize?"

"You are already older than Cha'er and Nanzhou. Don't you know how to apologize if you bump into someone?"