Why is she so provocative[Entertainment]

Accompanied by the crisp sound of closing the door, the scene fell into a small silence for a while.

Standing at the door, Lu Ning rubbed his nose in embarrassment, then relied on the strong psychological quality he had cultivated over the years to pretend nothing happened and knocked on the door again.

"Grandma, we really don't have any malicious intentions, we just want to chat with you about the things you embroidered."

There was a rustling sound from behind the door, and the door was opened again after a while.

I saw that the mother-in-law was holding a rolling pin in her hand, and she was about to hit her menacingly.

Lu Jiahe's eyes were sharp and his hands were quick. He stepped forward and stopped the granny's hand, but he didn't let the hand come down.

"Mother-in-law, let's talk about it, don't do it yet." Although it is interesting to see Lu Ning being beaten up, it is impossible for Lu Jiahe to watch Lu Ning being beaten in public. She lazily rushed to the stunned Lu Ning Said: "Director Lu, why don't you come out and explain yourself?"

Lu Ning was sobered up by what she said, ignoring the little joy that Lu Jiahe offered to help him block the stick, and explained to the mother-in-law again, "Grandma, we really want to talk to you about your embroidered works, no A little malice."

This mother-in-law is very fierce. After breaking free from Lu Jiahe's hand, she put the rolling pin across her chest, and still looked at everyone vigilantly: "Don't think I don't know who you are! A group of hooligans, passed down from our ancestors It’s impossible to sell you something that is something that has been inherited, even if you smash my house and pour red ink on me, it’s impossible to sell it to you!”

"Grandma, we just came here by accident when we found the number plate at your door." Lu Ning adjusted his glasses and said calmly, "Don't get excited. If you don't want to mention it, we won't talk about it. It's just that I once had a My friend, their family was separated from the clansmen who moved south due to the war in the early years, and then they never saw each other again." Lu Ning observed the mother-in-law's loose expression while talking. A light flashed in his eyes, and he slowly said: "He It is said that their family was the people of their village at that time, because they were different from other villages in their customs and ancestors, they divided themselves into a small branch of the Yao nationality, with the yellow and red totem as the family emblem, and called themselves Diyao."

As he said, he pointed to the pattern on the door plate, "I was lucky enough to see it once, and it was exactly the same as this one. You must be the Diyao people who moved to the south back then."

The mother-in-law hesitated for a while, but still couldn't help smelling: "What's the family name you mentioned?"

"The surname is Xu, he said that everyone in their village is surnamed Xu"

"You..." Grandma opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything for a long time. After a long while, she turned sideways, "You guys come in first."

Everyone was overjoyed, and hurriedly followed in.

This mother-in-law's house is a courtyard where strings of wild mushrooms, potatoes, peppers and other food are hung. A few chicks are chasing in the center, and one of them walks crookedly and hits Lu At Jiahe's feet, her bright yellow head rubbed twice, then lay down on her shoes and started beating.

The camera at the back hurriedly moved closer to take a picture of this scene, but Lu Jiahe looked at this bold chick with a rare sense of helplessness, neither moving nor not moving his feet, for fear of waking it up.

She moved her feet lightly, and the chick cub felt that the support of the head was gone, and "clacked" with some displeasure, but the voice was soft and thin, and it sounded particularly squeamish.

Lu Jiahe stared at it for a while, only to feel that this little chick was a little familiar to him, until it moved to her shoe again and squatted down, he realized that it was delicate, soft and had a bit of a temper Isn't your little brat Chen Qingyue?

Just as cute.

Thinking of this, she simply picked up the chick cub, held it in her hand, touched it, and walked inside with it in her pocket.

The mother-in-law's house has a concrete floor, with light bulbs hanging above her head. The furnishings in the room are clean and tidy, which is unique to the elderly. There is only a small chicken coop in the corner, and an old hen is squatting in it. Dozed off, I was not afraid to see so many people, I only looked up twice and then closed my eyes again.

"Grandma, can I bring this chick in?" Lu Jiahe asked standing at the door.

The mother-in-law glanced at her, and nodded expressionlessly, "This little brat is very delicate, you will rely on you later if you hold her like this."

Lu Jiahe didn't care whether it was on her or not, and felt the little chick squatting down on her palm, and the fluffy touch made her heart soften.

In the house, Lu Ning had just explained his intentions to his mother-in-law, and her mother-in-law's initial vigilance was temporarily put down.

"You only want two pieces of embroidery?" The mother-in-law put down the teacup and pointed to her front yard, "Help me clean the front yard, and make dinner for you."

"Our ancestral handicrafts are not leaked, and secondly, they are not bought and sold at will. Unless life is forced, embroidery can only be exchanged or given to others."

"I'm not familiar with you, so you can exchange it through labor."

Lu Jiahe and Lu Ning agreed to the mother-in-law's request without too much hesitation. After all, such an exchange would make the show more interesting, and it would not be a big deal for them to do something for such an old woman who lives alone.

Seeing that the two agreed, the mother-in-law didn't care about the two of them anymore, and went into her room with a rolling pin and started to work on her own affairs.

Lu Jiahe took a broom and was about to walk out the door, but the chick cub in her hand was not happy, it screamed "squeak" in her hand, and it wobbled when it was placed at her feet Wanting to keep up, Lu Jiahe simply put it in his pocket, only revealing a round head.

The mother-in-law's yard is not too messy, nor is it difficult to manage. The only feature is that it is relatively large. It took about three hours for Lu Jiahe and Lu Ning to get started together.

"Grandma, what do you want for dinner?"

Seeing that the yard was almost done, Lu Jiahe shouted into it.

The mother-in-law came out after hearing the words, seeing the cleanliness of the yard, and finally smiled at the two of them. She handed the things in her hands to the two and said: "Forget about dinner, I will make it myself, you guys You have worked hard this afternoon, this is what you want, take it back."

Lu Jiahe and Lu Ning heard that they took the things from the mother-in-law. They were two handkerchiefs. The one in Lu Jiahe's hand was embroidered with a little yellow chicken, and her name was embroidered with black thread in the lower right corner. The stitches were fine and smooth. , the little yellow chicken is also lifelike, and looks extraordinarily naive; while the one on Lu Ning's hand is embroidered with a round sun, and his name is also embroidered with black thread underneath.

"I found a few patterns in the house just now and didn't think they were very good, so I embroidered two new ones for you." The mother-in-law pointed to the two handkerchiefs, "No matter what you think, I am not allowed to return them here. "

After finishing speaking, he waved his hands at the two of them, "If you have nothing to do, then go."

Lu Jiahe opened her mouth. In fact, she wanted to ask this mother-in-law who only got along with her for a few hours but made people feel that she had a special personality. Why did she treat them as villains at first and even took out the rolling pin? Swallowing these words again as if seeing off the guests, he only said a word of thanks, and then he was about to leave with Lu Ning.

As soon as she took two steps, there was a weak cry from behind her. Lu Jiahe felt a small resistance under her feet. The cub was holding on to his shoelaces with his small beak, and looked at her with a pair of dark and moist eyes, feeling extremely wronged.

The author has something to say: Remember this chick, just like the black plastic bag in front, it will be of great use in the future (dog head)