Dressed as a villain’s own mother, I became a popular child variety show by relying on sand sculptur

Zhang Aihua knew that this female star from the city had eaten all the eggs she had saved to sell, and she was so angry that she stretched out her hand to pull her hair.

"Give me back my eggs!"

The kitchen space was cramped and cramped, and the walls were covered with thick black dirt. He quietly hid aside, not forgetting to observe the expressions of the entire filming team.

Unexpectedly, a sarcastic smile appeared on the bald director's face.

Practically speaking, the entire directing team is very professional, and the photographers do their best and have been following the two people's movements. The director even ordered his subordinates to do a close-up in a quiet and audible voice.

If it weren't for the curses in his ears becoming more and more intense, Leng Qingqing would have doubted whether he was on the set filming a scene of a battle between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

"I don't care, just give me back my eggs now! Those are the eggs I have worked hard to save for half a month, and I still have to keep them to sell at the market!"

Zhang Aihua knows that eggs that have entered other people's stomachs cannot be spit out.

Despite Leng Qingqing's frail figure, her movements were more agile than those of rabbits in the field. Zhang Aihua tried to catch her several times but failed to catch anyone. Leng Qingqing pushed her with her backhand, and her whole face came into close contact with the wall that smelled of stench of oil. . She simply sat down on the ground and burst into tears.

I just cried for a few seconds, but I didn't even squeeze out a single tear.

Leng Qingqing gave the lowest score in her heart for this poor acting, and did not practice before going on camera. You must know that netizens are very discerning.

"How can you push my mother-in-law?" Zhang Aihua pointed at her, with a bitter look on her face: "If I put her in someone else's house, a daughter-in-law like you would be beaten to death! It's simply unfilial!"

Leng Qingqing crossed her arms and looked at her condescendingly. Even with the camera around, she didn't hide the ridicule in her eyes.

"Oh, then call the police."

Zhang Aihua looked like an evil mother-in-law from the countryside, she didn't even try to hide it, and the look in her eyes made her want to eat Leng Qingqing alive.

At this time, a hungry "gurgling" sound came from Zhang Aihua's stomach.

The scent of boiled eggs seemed to linger in the air.

Zhang Aihua shrugged her nose, her anger briefly suppressed compared to her appetite.

She wants to eat.

Zhang Aihua got up from the ground with a cold face, patted the dust on her butt, and walked out.

After a while, a greasy wooden table was set up in the main room. On the table were several steamed buns, two white flour buns, a plate of pickles, and a plate of leftover vegetables from last night. It was so dark that I couldn't tell what it was.

The two couples just sat in the main room and had breakfast.

Walking out deserted, the man greeted her and stared at her: "Have you eaten? Come and have some?"

"I've eaten, please eat more." Leng Qingqing replied politely, which received Zhang Aihua's eye roll and the sound of vigorous eating and chewing.

It seems that what he is chewing is not the steamed bun, but the deserted head.

Zhang Aihua stretched out her hand to fish out a steamed bun and said with a sideways glance, "Just sweep the floor if you have nothing to do. Wife, your uncles will help our family work at noon today. When we come home for lunch, remember to cook."

"Oh." Leng Qingqing said.

It seemed that she was not the one pushing people in the kitchen just now. Leng Qingqing obediently picked up the big broom that was half a person's height and swept the floor in the yard in a decent manner.

There is no cement floor in the yard, and all you can see is a bare brown land. The broom sweeps up sand, withered yellow leaves, chicken and duck feathers and excrement.

It wasn't until the ground was swept cleaner than the director's bald head that Leng Qingqing stopped what he was doing, stretched out his hand to wipe the thin sweat from his forehead, and sighed.

"I'm so tired. I've worked really hard today."

director:"……"

Can you say it again with your conscience in mind?

Not only the director, but also Zhang Aihua, who was stuffing steamed buns into her mouth, was not used to seeing her like this.

She couldn't get used to this woman's coquettish, delicate and weak look.

"Are you tired now?" Zhang Aihua couldn't help but spit out two mocking sounds from her nose, and slapped the chopsticks in her hand on the table.

"I think back then, when I was eight months pregnant with my son, I would go up the mountain to cut firewood and go to the fields to plant rice seedlings! Women nowadays are so hypocritical. They are so exhausted without even doing anything. They don't even think about what they will do to their husband's family if they get married in the future. What will he think of her!"

After a pause, Zhang Aihua laughed and said, "It's not even sure whether a woman like this will get married or not!"

Then he pretended to ask Leng Qingqing: "Daughter-in-law, you are 'outside', are you married?"

Although he is lazy, he is a bit lazy, but the advantage is that he is really good-looking.

If you are not married, it is not impossible to introduce him to your son.

Zhang Aihua gave birth to four daughters and one son. Now all the first four daughters are married, leaving only his beloved youngest son, and there is no sign of marriage yet.

It's not that no matchmaker has come to visit, but Zhang Aihua is so famous that no one within a few miles is willing to marry their daughter to this family to be groomed.

So it was delayed.

Facing Zhang Aihua's question, Leng Qingqing pretended not to hear it. She scratched her ears, sat on the stone pillar at the door, and took out her mobile phone to look for a signal.

Zhang Aihua took out her cell phone and went into the back room, making sure she couldn't hear the silence outside before making a call.

The contact’s name is Li Qiang. her young son.

Li Qiang is now in his thirties. When his peers in the village got married, he was single. Now that children of his peers are able to work, he is still single.

He now works in an electronics factory a few kilometers away from home.

During the holidays, Li Qiang never went home. He spent all his salary eating, drinking and having fun with a bunch of friends, and he never called home. The call was just to ask for money, nothing else.

He is already in his thirties, and several of his sisters still need to support him. The sisters also reported the situation to Zhang Aihua Collective.

"If this continues, when will he grow up?"

"My brother is a grown man in his thirties, not a child."

"Mom, my child also needs to eat. Where can I save the money to build a house for him..."

However, the opinions of several sisters were refuted by Zhang Aihua on the grounds that her younger brother was the only queen of Lao Li's family.

"You are sisters!" Zhang Aihua said word by word: "This is what you should do as sisters! If Lao Li's family is ruined in this generation, how can I have the face to face my ancestors! You guys If you still recognize me as your mother, just listen to him, your brother can still harm you!"

The sisters fell silent.

This kind of control often ends with Zhang Aihua crying and the sisters compromising.

"What are you doing? Didn't you tell me that I'm very busy, so don't call me when you have nothing to do."

Li Qiang's drunken voice came from the phone receiver.