I believe you, you are really evil.

"You stinky boy, how old are you? You are just a wife and a daughter-in-law, you have no shame."

Grandma couldn't help but touch the little dirty baby's head, which made the little dirty baby murmur in dissatisfaction.

"It's said on TV that the head can be cut off, but the hairstyle can't be messed up. Otherwise, you won't be able to find a wife."

His little murmur still made everyone laugh.

This kid is so interesting.

Grandma took out the newly steamed glutinous rice cake and handed it to them.

"Take it and eat it. It won't grow taller. It's a pretty idea."

The little dirty baby thanked Nai Nai Nai and distributed the small glutinous rice cake to several friends who came with him.

The original owner looked at the charitable old man in front of him, his eyes a little red.

The person in front of me is the village chief's wife.

In the village, when she was punished by Feng Mei for being hungry, Nainai secretly asked people to bring her food.

Even later, when she went to high school, every time she went to school, her grandma would wait under the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village and quietly give her a big bun.

Although the buns every time were either vegetarian or occasionally meaty, they were the most delicious buns she had ever tasted.

Now she is eating the meat or seafood buns made by the nanny at Bai's house, but she can't taste the warmth.

"you...."

Grandma looked at the girl standing in front of her.

The first impression this girl gave her was that she was too thin.

"Child, would you like to eat some too? This is a glutinous rice cake that has just been baked."

"I'm not bragging, this glutinous rice is grown by us at home, it's pollution-free, and it's all green food."

Speaking of glutinous rice, Nainai's face glowed red.

Although they moved to the village, the government still did not treat them badly.

Each household was also given land to grow crops.

The most important thing for farmers is naturally food.

Therefore, now every household in the village has a good income, but they have not given up this kind of land.

The seeds of these glutinous rice have been improved. The grown glutinous rice has a short growth cycle, is disease-resistant, and has a good yield.

Especially the steamed sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice cake is particularly sweet and soft, making it very popular.

Every time it is steamed, there is not enough to sell.

"it is good."

The original owner took out his mobile phone to scan the QR code and purchased a sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice cake.

This glutinous rice cake sells for ten yuan.

But it weighs a full pound, which is much more affordable than pastry shops in Beijing.

A pastry in Beijing costs 20 yuan, but it only costs about five or six yuan.

But here, you can eat a pound of sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice cake for only half the price.

This is why many tourists are attracted here.

Because the food is large, affordable, clean, hygienic and delicious, the most important thing is that they eat happily and relax.

The original owner found a free seat, sat on the table, and ate the sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice cake that had been cut into small pieces with a fork.

The familiar taste and texture made her eyes turn red.

She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had eaten sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice cake.

The familiar smell suddenly brought back the memories buried in the deepest part of her memory.

She remembered that one year, because she came home late from school and didn't finish cooking in time, Feng Mei kicked her several times and kicked her out of the house.

At that time, she clearly remembered that it was already the beginning of winter, the temperature was very low at night, and she was hiding in a corner shivering without eating.

Just when she was curled up on the ground with a stomachache from hunger, her grandma discovered her, took her home, gave her hot brown sugar water, and made her sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice cakes.

She will never forget the sweet taste of the glutinous rice cakes and the sweet brown sugar water.

"good to eat."

The original owner's voice was a bit whimpering, but because she was eating glutinous rice cakes, Grandma didn't notice any clues.

"Hey, if it tastes good, eat more."

Grandma is very happy that someone likes glutinous rice cakes.

"it is good."

The original owner took a big bite of the sweet and soft glutinous rice cake.

The grandma smiled and touched the little dirty baby's head, and then went to greet other guests.

There are still many relaxing guests who travel here every day.

They take away a lot of things every time they come.

Therefore, Grandma is still very busy.

The original owner was eating glutinous rice cakes with Xiao Zangwa and others, looking at the bustling restaurant, and listening to Xiao Zangwa chattering about some things that happened in the village.

At this moment, her impetuous heart gradually began to calm down.

It was as if she had returned to the past, feeling the unique warmth of Laifu Village.

If Xiao Zangwa and others hadn't mentioned the word 'Lin Shuyao' from time to time, she believed she would be in a better mood.

After eating the glutinous rice cake, the original owner, led by the little dirty boy, carefully visited the new Laifu Village.

She took a rough look at it before, but now under the leadership of Xiao Zangwa, she has a comprehensive understanding of the specific situation of Laifu Village.

Unknowingly, the little dirty boy led the original owner to the village chief's grandfather's house.

The village chief is chatting with Uncle Han at the moment.

When they came in, they saw that Uncle Han, who had always been serious about smiling, was smiling as if he was possessed by Erha.

No wonder Uncle Han smiled so happily, just because Cuihua was pregnant and he was going to be a father.

How could he not be happy about this big happy event?

The village chief raised his head and saw the little dirty boy.

Seeing the little dirty boy, the village chief laughed.

The little dirty boy came to the village chief, called the village chief grandpa in a sweet voice, and then started talking about what he had done.

The village chief followed what the little dirty boy pointed and saw the girl standing there cautiously.

The village chief frowned slightly. For some reason, he always felt that the girl in front of him looked familiar, but he couldn't remember exactly where he had seen her.

"Uncle, I'm going back first."

"Okay. When the time comes, I'll tell Yao Yatou and make her happy."

"That's right, thanks to Yao Yatou."

Uncle Han smiled heartily; if Yao Yatou hadn't mailed him the medicine, he and Cuihua wouldn't have been able to become parents.

Uncle Han stood up and left, leaving the little dirty boy and the others.

"Grandpa, the village chief."

When the village chief looked at her, the original owner shouted unconsciously.

It was good that she didn't make a sound, but the sound made the village chief stagger.

He remembered very well who the owner of this voice was.

"you...."

The village chief took a few steps back unconsciously and held the braided basket in his arms. But later he realized that this thing was unreliable. He put down the basket and directly held the little dirty baby in his arms. But his shrewd eyes were fixed on the girl opposite.

The village chief's cautious and wolf-proof behavior left the people on the other side speechless.

I don't know if it was her imagination, but why did she see the fear in the village chief's eyes?

How could the village chief not be frightened?

He would probably remember this voice even after he entered the coffin.

It was this sound that almost made the old man who had been clean all his life become unclean.

Unexpectedly, how long it had passed before she came again.

Is this an attempt to catch him, an old man, trying to pluck out wool? Is he addicted to plucking?