046 eat inside and outside

"Sister, do I sing well?" He raised his little face and waited for praise.

"It sounds good, it sounds great!" She shaved his little nose.

"Then teach me another song..."

So I'm waiting for her here. There are not many children's songs she knows, but she can't be emptied by him at once, otherwise what else will she fool the children in the future?

"Next time, next time, next time my sister will teach you a better song." She began to search for "better" children's songs in her mind: "Cang Peng, after learning new songs, should I sing them to everyone?"

Cheng Cangpeng still refused to let go, so Bitong appeared... She was always a divine soldier at the most critical moment.

"Oh, my little ancestor, why did you come here when I went out for breakfast? Mothers are going crazy to look for you. If you don't go back, be careful to be punished..."

This trick really worked well. Although Cheng Cangpeng pouted his mouth, he finally jumped out of bed. When he walked to the door, he turned back reluctantly: "Sister, don't forget to teach me a new song next time. It's not easy for me to come out..."

The last sentence was extremely sad, but Cheng Xueyan couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, I will teach you a better one next time!"

Cheng Cangpeng's aggrieved face smiled and rushed downstairs with a roar.

Bitong hurriedly followed: "Little prince, let me take you back, otherwise you don't know where you are going along the way..."

The voices of the two were wrapped in the vibration of the stairs, and when they arrived at the courtyard, Cheng Xueyan still heard Bitong shouting repeatedly, "Little prince, run slowly..."

His eyes moved to the red paint flower box placed by Bitong on the ground, and his stomach cooed at the moment his eyes touched the food box.

Open the lid of the box. The top layer is two thousand-layer cakes and a bowl of Yutian fragrant rice porridge in a peony-patterned disk. The lower two layers are braised duck gizzard and crispy pickled winter bamboo shoots.

Winter bamboo shoots...

Ling Suyan's smile flashed... "If you are still hungry, you might as well eat more..."

She picked a piece of duck gizzard and stuffed it into her mouth, chewed it twice, picked another piece, then closed the lid of the box and turned it back**.

After a while, I heard Bitong's footsteps stepping on the stairs in a mess.

"Alas, the little boy is too naughty and always runs around..." Bi Tong entered the door breathlessly.

"Children are all like this."

Cheng Xueyan leaned against the bed and watched Bitong take out the food in the box after cleaning her hands.

"The matan who served the little son often complains, and he always doesn't know where to go in the blink of an eye. The garden is so big that the three matan usually couldn't find it for most of the day. After being trained by his wife, he found that he was sitting in the room and said that he had never gone out at all. For this matter, I don't know how many of Huan Pengzhai's Mothers have changed..."

Cheng Xueyan has already eaten it, and Bitong is still muttering.

"We are also suffering from the fatigue. The little prince also likes to come to Yanran Pavilion most. When I just chased him out, I met Mother Chang and rushed here. Seeing me happily, he also said, 'As long as the little prince doesn't see you, it's right to find him'..."

"Isn't this good?"

Cheng Xueyan thinks today's Yutian fragrant rice porridge is very delicious and a little sweet.

"What's good? Who knows where he went when he is gone? In case they recognize us, which one are we going to hand over?

Bitong's worries are not unreasonable. This girl has a lot of intentions.

Seeing that she didn't talk, Bitong pouted, her eyes turned, and mentioned another thing: "Mother Chang just told me that Xiaoyu was kicked out this morning..."

"Xiaoyu? Which little jade?"

"Is that the little jade you said you planned to come to Yanran Pavilion?" The surprise on Bitong's face was a little exaggerated.

That little girl with a little cleverness?

She put down her chopsticks: "Why?"

"Who knows why?" Bitong didn't open her eyes: "It seems that someone said that she eats inside and outside and just wants to climb high branches..."

She frowned slightly and looked at Bitong seriously.

Bidong was uncomfortable: "What do you want me to do? It's not what I said. Besides, even if I say it, someone has to listen..."

Cheng Xueyan frowned more tightly.

"It seems that it's not only that. I heard that the escape of Ming'er and Xi Hong's escape is also related to her..." Seeing that the master didn't say anything but just stared at her, she became more and more panicked: "Actually, I just want to take this to reduce some subordinates..."

She quickly pretended to concentrate on cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks. Her hands shook and the chopsticks slipped to the ground.

Cheng Xueyan watched her put up the curtain and went out, and her heart was thinking.

It was only two days from the time she planned to take Xiaoyu into the room this morning. If it was really Bitong, she would have done it too quickly. And the matter of delinting people must be approved by the master's wife. Is it possible that Bitong is implicated by the senior management of Cheng's house? If so, Bitong is by no means a simple person. But she told herself about it again. Did she want to prove that she had nothing to do with it? If so, she is simply a dangerous person. Do you want to understand that everything is under her control?

She wanted to sweat coldly, and a man with such a heavy mind ambushed beside her...

Of course, it is also possible that you have complicated things, and everything may really be a measure to reduce people as Bitong said. Just like some important departments, once there is any scandal, interference and people will be cleaned up, as if the bad effects can be removed from people's minds like wiping stains. Moreover, it may not be Bitong who offended Xiaoyu. In such a popular mansion, there is no time to show her head a little and backstage. Unfortunately, the only thing waiting for her is bad luck. As for Bitong... she is naturally happy to lose such an imaginary enemy.

At this time, Bitong came back again.

She still couldn't let go of her worries and observed her quietly.

Bitong seemed to have forgotten what had just happened. She also held a bunch of fresh flowers in her hand and inserted it into the white porcelain beauty on the case: "A new little girl named Yueyue has been transferred to the second door. The little girl's mouth was very sweet, and she shouted 'sister' and insisted that I bring this bouquet of flowers back, saying that it was for the eldest daughter, and that if the eldest girl could take time to teach her to sing a song, she would die worth it..."

This is a typical example of climbing a high branch, but Bitong is not angry when he talks about it. Probably the person who is too exposed is not enough to be mentioned.

Speaking of singing, Cheng Xueyan remembered more important things.

She pulled out from under the pillow and stayed up late to draw the picture.

"Where is the jewelry of the ladies and girls in the house?"

"Zhu Cuifang on Luoyu Street. Does the girl want to make jewelry? Bitong came over to look at the pattern: "Oh, is this drawn by a girl? It's so beautiful!"

Cheng Xueyan was a little proud: "Have you ever seen such jewelry before?"

Bitong shook her head repeatedly and nodded a thin stick-like thing below: "What is this? A hairpin? It seems a little simple, but it is also quite characteristic..."

This flattery. Cheng Xueyan sighed helplessly: "This is a crochet."

"What is the crochet for?" Bitong is like a curious baby.

"When it comes back, I'll teach you..."

Really? That's so nice of a girl!" Bitong flattered a little diligently today: "It's just that the girl... Oh, I know..."

Cheng Xueyan knew that she must have thought of Gu Sanxian. Really, why does she always attribute the high technology she brought from modern times to that mental illness?

"I'm just worried that the craftsman can understand this pattern?"

Cheng Xueyan felt that she should come to the scene for guidance in person.

"I understand why they don't understand?" Bitong is quite sure.

"Can I make the material myself? How much money? Tell them that if they don't agree, I won't give them money!" Cheng Xueyan took out the momentum of bargaining in the clothing store.

"When did the girl start to care like this?" Bi Tong smiled.

Cheng Xueyan knew that she had lost her words and hurriedly said, "Why don't you go? I want this jewelry to be urgent..."

"I know that the girl is going to be sent to Yuling Tower and Manxue Pavilion as a thank-you gift, but I dare not delay..."

Bitong smiled, took a pair of plain silver bracelets and some beads and broken crystals that the girl gritted her teeth, and went to his wife's waist card inviting her out of the house.

Cheng Xueyan stayed in the house bored and somehow slipped to the wardrobe. Opening the cabinet door, the eyes full of beautiful silk only gave a deeper sigh.

is about to enter the Guanjiu Hall for the lecture. You can't let her dress up like a green radish every day. That day, the performance of the sound building was a sensation. Her singing skills, soundtrack, dress and background were all indispensable. The specific scene triggered a specific mood. She could not guarantee that she would appear in a sunny day like soup and noodles, and then open her voice... How many people have to suspect that she has mental problems?

People rely on clothes and Buddha rely on gold, and even Confucius saints will make the mistake of judging people by their appearance, not to mention mortals? What's more, these girls who have been eye-catching since childhood? If such a tragedy appears in front of them, what aura, what worship, and you will sweep the floor all away without fear in a day, right?

We must overwhelm them, and we must overwhelm them with momentum! However... According to Bitong, she can only dress in blue, brown, green and purple, and she can't be bright blue and green, and purple must also be dark purple and old purple. Look, she is only 18 years old, 18 years old! Well, she is talking about this body.

Clenching your fists, take a deep breath... calm down...

Where there is oppression, there is resistance!

What's the breaking rules? Since you are so unreasonable, don't blame me for "respecting" you!

She immediately sprinkled ink and sketched it on the paper.

When Bitong entered the door, she just finished drawing the last stroke.

"Girl, the craftsman said that the jewelry would take three days to come out, but I brought this crochet back today. Let's see if it works?"

That's great, God helps me!

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PS: Report readers: The next three chapters are very farming, that is, the kind of pure life is very daily. Of course, there will also be a little bean or careful **, and then a little romance, and then farming. If you have no love for farming, you can go over it, and after these chapters, there will begin to have more romance. Coming. I'm ashamed, but I will definitely arrange a more shocking meeting ceremony for the female pig and the male pig. Er, don't imagine, I'm afraid you will be disappointed in me%>_