Chapter 6 A bowl of egg custard

Molan swallowed another mouthful of egg custard and saw that there was still more than half of the bowl. She motioned to grandma to give her the bowl.

Wang looked at Molan puzzledly, but still obediently handed her the bowl. Anyway, it's not hot now.

Molan scooped a spoonful of egg custard with a spoon, gently blew it, and sent it to grandma's mouth.

"Milk, you can eat it. You are so tired all day that you have never eaten something good. Let Lan Lan feed you today. Molan's words are full of sincerity.

Wang's eyes were wet with tears in an instant, not for the steamed egg custard, but for her granddaughter's kindness. Her Lan girl grew up. Knowing filial piety to her, she is content.

Wang reached out and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. Even the handkerchief was useless. He smiled and said with a happy smile, "Don't eat milk, girl Lan, eat it quickly."

"No, I don't eat milk, and Lanlan doesn't eat either. Then let it cool down." Molan saw that Grandma didn't eat, and her little face was about to put down the bowl.

Don't blame her for being pretentious. This era is no better than her era. From the memory of the original owner, she knows the poverty of this family. She knows that her grandparents, parents and siblings work hard every day, but they eat poorly.

If you want to make money, you have to observe the environment, choose what to do, and let your family accept her advice. None of these will be successful in a moment.

Now that she doesn't have the ability to let her family eat well, she can still share a bowl of steamed egg custard. As for why I gave it to grandma first. First, grandma is the most important position in her heart. Besides, she is an elder. Others can't say anything. As for Grandpa, she is a little embarrassed to give it.

And her parents, she can't give it, because they are juniors, and she will be told if she gives it. Neither can brothers and sisters. But the mistress is fine. Molan plans to feed the rest to her brother after grandma eats a few bites.

Wang swallowed the egg custard with tears. She thought it was the most delicious food in the world, although she had eaten a lot of better and more precious food before. But it's not as good as the steamed egg custard in front of you. Because it contains my granddaughter's love for her.

Everyone next to him also looked at Molan and Wang. Among them, the eyes of everyone in the big house are gratified. But the second wife's vision is jealousy and disdain.

Molan saw that grandma ate two bites and pushed it away and stopped opening her mouth. She no longer insists. Anyway, she will make money to let grandma eat delicious food every day in the future.

"Come on, San'er, open your mouth and feed you." Molan stretched out the spoon to the mistress.

The little guy swallowed his saliva vigorously and said solemnly with his little face, "Sister, my head has shed a lot of blood. Eat eggs to nourish, and San'er doesn't like to eat eggs." After saying that, he turned his face away. I'm afraid that I will suffer again.

Mo Lan looked at the little guy's expression, and her eyes were a little astringent. She put the spoon on Xiao San's mouth and said, "If Xiao San'er doesn't eat, I will be sad. My head hurts when I'm sad. Does San'er have the heart to see if she has a headache?"

The little guy looked at his sister in confusion and distinguished the truth of her words. Will he be sad if he doesn't eat? He doesn't want his sister to have a headache. After thinking about it, he opened his mouth and put the steamed egg custard into his mouth. It smelled so good. He was reluctant to swallow it.

Molan looked at Xiao Saner's satisfied expression softly. I turn a blind eye to the expression of the second room. No matter what you think, I don't care! I just gave my family egg custard. What can you do? Dissatisfied? What does it have to do with me!

"A broken egg custard is worth your concession. It's endless. If you don't want to eat it, I'll give it to Dalang and Ju. Let's see how thin they are. If it's not your room, you just don't feel sad. Cui Shi looked red-eyed beside him. Although she doesn't care about egg custard. But she doesn't want to cheap these children in the big house.

Molan glanced at her and suddenly smiled. She said in a crisp voice, "What the third aunt said is that this egg custard is worthless in the eyes of the third aunt. My life is not good, so I regard it as a treasure."

Mo Lan looked at Cui's contemptuous expression that she thought she had never seen the world, and then said, "It's really a blessing for the third aunt to eat egg custard. If it weren't for the third aunt, what kind of steamed egg custard could I eat there? Thank you, third aunt."

"What do you mean? Why did you thank me for your blessing? Please make it clear to me!" Cui didn't understand Molan's words.

"Third aunt, don't worry, I don't mean anything else, but I don't want to eat this egg custard, and it's okay if you want it. Let Sister ** come over and let me push it down and let her hit her head on the stone, so that I can give her the egg custard. Although Molan's voice was not very loud. But it exploded among the crowd.

"What, girl Lan, do you mean that your head didn't fall on the stone by yourself? It turned out to be ** pushing you?" Wang was shocked. Ask Molan quickly.

Molan has always wondered why everyone didn't ask how her injury came from. The feeling is that she thinks she doesn't walk carefully, please! She is 9 years old. It's not a baby, how can you trip it unintentionably!

"If you fall down without looking at the road, don't rely on my chrysanthemum. It was Erlang who carried you back. It is said that you accidentally tripped over a stone and kowtowed. What does it have to do with Ju? As soon as Feng heard that Molan mentioned that her granddaughter pushed her, she immediately shouted.

"That's right, how can my chrysanthemum be so sensible to push you? The little girl doesn't learn well and blames her sister if something happens. It's okay when you grow up. Mother, you have to make the decision for me." Cui asked for her mother-in-law's support while howling.

"Howling, Ju is not without a long mouth. I'm afraid she can't do it. I'm not dead yet. Who dares to ride on the neck of our second room? Feng looked like he didn't let people do it.

"Erlang, go to your third uncle's place and call your sister. Sister-in-law, you don't have to shout. Your brother and I won't wrong the child. Ju is also the granddaughter of the Mo family. We are not so black-hearted. Wang's eyes flashed with inexplicable light. Let Erlang call Mo Ju.

Erlang answered, looked at Molan, and saw his sister's reassuring eyes. He turned around and went out to his third uncle's room to call someone.

"Master, say something, their big house can't falsely slander our second room." Feng pushed Mo Jin.

"Don't shout. I believe the eldest brother and sister-in-law will take care of it." Mo Jin looked at Feng and frowned and said to her.

"Father-in-law, why do you still say mother-in-law? Didn't you hear how Lanlan's girl wronged the chrysanthemum? She is your granddaughter. If you don't make the decision for her, she won't be eaten. How can we live in the future? When Cui saw that his father-in-law wanted the people of the big house to do justice, he immediately began to howling.

"Don't shout, listen to what the girl Lan said." Mo Quan knocked on the cigarette bag and stopped the crowd. After he finished speaking, he took a look at his brother Mojin. My younger brother is a good person. It's just that the younger sister-in-law and her daughter-in-law are a little out of place.

Molan looked at the room and quieted down. She cleared her voice and said, "Well, I found a few bird eggs in the woods today, so I picked them up and prepared to give the milk. Let's cook the milk together and eat together in the evening." At this point, she paused.

Looking at the expressions of everyone, she took it again: "When I was about to get to the head of the village, I met Brother Zhu and Sister **. The two of them asked me what I took. I said it was a bird egg. They asked me for it. I didn't give it. They said that they would let the milk be boiled and eat The result..."

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Introduction to the book "The Name of Rebirth"

In her previous life, she was a cold-faced beauty who killed countless people. After rebirth, she wanted to live a happy life of an ordinary woman, but she met a scumbag father and a vicious concubine.

Standing behind the conspiracy, should she choose to live a safe life, or should she be dark and cold to the end? If the tiger is not powerful, you think I am a flower cat. Readers, please wait and see.

Big pet, small abuse, a little dog-blooded clichéd love.