Tong Luo got out of the car and stayed there for a while, tidied up his clothes and touched his head, fearing that he would leave a bad impression on the old man.

Chen Yuan looked at him angry and funny, and couldn't help but lose his words: "It's almost done. It's not that I haven't seen you before. The little fox has exposed his tail, so why are you pretending to be innocent little white rabbit?"

Tong Luo, who pretended to be a little white rabbit in front of the old man, was exposed to his most worry. The courage he had finally established was like a pierced balloon, exploded on the spot. Hearing this, he rolled his eyes several times: "Isn't it too late to make up for the dead sheep?"

"Can a person pretend for a while, but can he pretend for a lifetime? Aren't you tired?" Chen Yuan was too lazy to wait, and put his hand on Tong Luo's shoulder and hooked her in. "I just like you, it's great. Don't change your strengths because of other people's needs and gazes, it's not worth the loss."

This was said in a philosophical way. Tong Luo was powerless to refute. As soon as his mind was gone, his body was hooked away. So he staggered and walked home through the vegetable garden.

Before he could take two steps, Tong Luo glanced at him and his footsteps suddenly braked. He instantly put away all his "unrestrained body" and bowed properly: "Hello grandpa."

Chen Yuan stopped together, and still called "Grandpa" lazy.

Tong Luo quietly twisted his body and shook off the hand that Chen Yuan had placed on him. The old man is generally more conservative and doesn't like to see young people touching each other. "Grandpa, are you circling the cucumber vine? I'll help you!"

Chen Yuan looked speechlessly at a woman who was eager to please his elders and rolled up her sleeves and went downstairs, without any idol burden. He had to put his hands, which were still warm in someone's body, into his pocket, and looked at the green vegetable field with disgust. Thinking about the possible small insects, he suddenly felt a chill and took back his thoughts of following him.

Mr. Shen wore gloves, rubber shoes, a straw hat, and looked like an old country farmer. He just nodded lightly to the greetings of the two juniors, as if he was not as happy as an ordinary elder in the family to see his granddaughter-in-law.

"Oh, Grandpa, you have grown cucumbers so well. Just a small amount of it is enough to eat for a summer." Tong Luo was nervous and said a lot, and always felt that it would be better to say something. He always felt that it would be better to be embarrassed: "This is eggplant, ah, green peppers, amaranth... This is onion and okra? It can be grown. Grandpa, you are so awesome."

Tong Luo racked his brains and said for a long time, but the old man did not object to her help, but he still didn't say much. If he hadn't heard the old man speak, Tong Luo would have doubted whether the old man was a deaf person.

Tong Luo looked at Uncle Shen with a look of help. Uncle Shen shrugged and said that you were going to send it to the tiger's mouth. I really can't do anything about it.

...That look is a ridiculous look! Tong Luo gritted his teeth and thought that there will always be times when the feng shui turns around. She simply ignores this guy who can't help, turns around and smiles like a flower to concentrate on serving the old man: "Grandpa, go take a break, leave this to me!"

Tong Luo was very attentive. The old man couldn't resist it, so he had to hand her the wire of the vise in his hand. He walked to the side and picked up the large teapot on the ground and drank a few sips of water. Then he squinted his eyes and watched Tong Luo work thoughtfully.

Children born in poor families can do some farm work. Tong Luo's family lives on the top floor and has a small rooftop that is not too big and dilapidated. If you can't do anything else, you can still get a whole bunch of vegetables. Not only can you save money on buying vegetables, it's also convenient. After my father passed away, my mother was in poor health, and Tong Luo was taking care of the small vegetable garden. He taught Fang Junyao that he was impatient and couldn't raise a lot of work by himself, let alone the stinky brat who raised vegetables for several years before handing over the errand.

I haven't done it for a few years and my skills are a little unfamiliar, but after a little recollection, I immediately became familiar with it. A cucumber rack was already made, and Tong Luo cleverly held the flowers in his hand, and in a short while, he tied the remaining poles, and finally shook them himself to check the firmness.

"It's almost done, it's time to have supper." Chen Yuan was impatient to watch. The sequelae of lying on the bed for a long time after the car accident was that he has become a little lazy now. He can sit and not stand, and can sit and not sit. He is already stupid enough to stand by the vegetable field for half an hour, and he has already reached his limit.

Tong Luo ignored Mr. Shen, who was dissatisfied, turned to look at the old man in a flattering manner, humbly: "Grandpa, do you see if this happens?"

I got Mr. Shen’s eye knife and a silent mouth-shaped “flattering king”.

The smile of the Tong girl remains unchanged: This girl is the most likable girl in my community, but she is not a white girl, but she is relying on this sweet mouth? The middle-aged and elderly killer is me!

In Tong Luo's attentive gaze, Mr. Shen walked forward, reached out and shook the bamboo pole, nodded, and the word "Safe" highlighted two words like gold: "Not bad!"

Oh, too! Miss Tong quietly made a victory gesture to Chen Yuan behind her back: Plan to capture grandpa, and win the first battle!

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I summarized the reasons for the decline in the past two days. It should be... the subscription remuneration for every day is single digits... I, who worked hard for three or four hours, was a little sad: Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?
Chapter completed!