Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

Huang Zhenxing rubbed his little head, smiled and gently supported his shoulders to go upstairs.

The term bad person is a bit too serious. She just doesn't read enough books and doesn't think things through enough, so it's easy to be misunderstood.

Wang Qingshan went up the steps angrily.

What's wrong with us rural people who don't read enough books? You're the only ones who are smart!

Huang Zhenxing blinked at Wang Shuai, who looked like an adult, and whispered to him in a low voice.

Your grandpa is angry, and you're going to be sandwich biscuits again when you go back. Are you on your grandpa's side this time, or your parents' side?

Don't let people hear you when you speak behind your back! Wang Qingshan reprimanded back and gave Huang Zhenxing a look.

Huang Zhenxing smiled, picked up the two bags in his hand and shook them at Wang Shuai.

Smell, delicious melon! It's so delicious! Even your grandfather was bought by this melon, and he was angry with his own son for eating melon.

Do you want to try it? There are only these three. If you want to eat them in the future, you have to go to other people's villages to buy them. It was promised to be delivered to your door every day, but it is probably yellow.

Wang Shuai's eyes lit up as he sniffed the sweetness that even the bag could not block.

It doesn't matter, the day after tomorrow is Sunday. If Uncle Huang wants to eat, I can accompany you to buy it. Buy more and tell my grandpa to eat as much as he wants.

Huang Zhenxing was so happy that he rubbed his head again, and he had already reached the third floor.

Little clever ghost is also a glutton. But this time you made the right choice. It's definitely worth a special trip just for this melon! It's not wrong to spend a little more money.

Wang Shuai rolled his round eyes, went in to change his shoes, and politely greeted a roomful of uncles one by one.

With a sullen face, Wang Qingshan angrily went over to take away a plate of melons that had just been cut on the coffee table.

You don't care about our country things, so don't let them get in your way, so as not to turn around and get dirty again!

As he spoke, he turned his head and stared at Huang Zhenxing, who had a hippie smile on his face.

Zhenxing, put away my melon for me, it's mine, no one wants to eat it!

Huang Zhenxing hurriedly put on a frightened face, hugging his melon tightly as if protecting food.

Master, I'm the only one here, you can't be greedy!

Seeing that he knew the goods, Wang Qingshan calmed down a bit, and calmed down to greet his grandson to the restaurant.

Little Baolai, grandpa will give you something good to eat. Those gold and noble people don't have good food, so they save it!

Wang Shuai looked at his parents' helpless expressions, and obediently washed his hands.

Dad, why do you have such a temper again? Isn't it just a few melons...

Isn't it just a few melons? Wang Qingshan interrupted his son with a beard and staring eyes, with an unreasonable and savage appearance.

Your father, I have been planting for decades. Do you really think that I have never eaten melons? Is this an ordinary melon? Ordinary melons can be sold for fifty cents each? Even if others dare to open their mouths, I am not stupid, I am. The kind of idiot who gives me money for nothing?

Wang Qingshan asked a series of rhetorical questions, and his voice gradually became louder.

Dad, don't be angry, watch your blood pressure. Yu Ge was worried about his father's health, so he hurriedly persuaded him with a smile.

If you like to eat melons, ask Xiaocui to buy them for you! It's not worth getting angry about this, it looks like we are not filial.

You misunderstood. We don't like that Su Haitang because she has bad character and sinister intentions, so she can't associate with her. Calm down, she's just an outsider who sells melons. I think I'll make you angry.

The anger on Wang Qingshan's face subsided, and he asked quietly.

Bad character? Sinister intentions? How did you come up with such a serious comment? A good word is three winters warm, and a bad word hurts June cold, Hao Ming, I taught you.