She doesn't remember it, and she can't search for anything in her mind.

"Xiaoyue, open the door, it's me."

The old lady was not loud, and she was just not far from the door. She was talking and looked out the door, with a little vigilance.

Hua Mengyue thought about it and opened the door.

As soon as the old lady saw the door open, she hurried over and looked distressed: "Xiaoyue, poor daughter, hurry up, I steamed mountain locust flowers, you can eat them while it's hot."

Such a large basin, a straw-woven lid on it, a large coarse porcelain bowl inside, most of the bowls of steamed locust flowers, and mixed noodles with shepherd's purse.

Hua Mengyue's tears burst out directly - she was so considerate. Today, she was either angry with an honest man and was beaten and scolded by an old woman half to death. She thought it was like this today. Unexpectedly, someone gave her food. She lived for more than 20 years, but she didn't expect that one day she would cry for half a bowl of wild vegetables. She cried.

The old lady hurriedly helped her sit down, coaxed her not to make any trouble, advised her to eat quickly, turned her back, and secretly wiped her tears: "Xiaoyue, you are a good daughter, your mother-in-law, she is like that, you have to be kind to yourself, and that's right today. Just think what she said is a fart, just let it go, don't take it to your heart."

Wang often comes to the door. She came here the day before yesterday. She saw it next door. When she left, she cursed and carried her things. Today she came to scold again. Fortunately, Xiaoyue knew that she was on the door and was not so real to be scolded.

Hua Mengyue was eating steamed wild vegetables with tears on her face, and her heart was so painful.

When Ma Yunfei came back, he had a bulging thing in his arms. When he entered the house, he closed the door first. When he turned around, he saw that there was still someone in the house.

"Grandma Li, you came today by chance. I just cooked a pheasant."

He didn't hide it, but took it out of his arms, peeled off the layers of wrapped leaves, and a fragrant bare pheasant, not small in size, bigger than what Hua Mengyue had ever seen.

When Hua Mengyue heard Ma Yunfei call this, she realized that the old lady should be called this, and hurriedly said, "Grandma Li, please take half of it back."

It’s not her that she was polite. She just ate half a bowl of wild vegetables and couldn’t put much in it. Moreover, the cooked food cannot be put away in this weather. It’s better to finish it in one meal. She didn’t look at Ma Yunfei’s expression when she said this. Instead, Grandma Li refused repeatedly: “No, no, I am an old woman, what meat should I eat.”

Hua Mengyue pulled the chicken legs without saying a word, wrapped it in leaves and put it in the bowl used to serve steamed dishes just now: "Grandma Li, don't be polite. If you hadn't come, I would have starved to death and I wouldn't have been able to wait for this meat. I won't keep you anymore, so you should go back soon."

Grandma Li refused to say: "Daughter, if you give me the truth, half of your leg will be enough. I really can't eat that much. Take this back and stop pushing me. I'm angry!"

Her face sank, and that kind face was not scary at all.

Hua Mengyue was pushed by her so she had no choice but to pick up a chicken leg that she had returned. She smiled with satisfaction when she looked at her and took the chicken leg back, feeling sad.

"Wife, try it."

Seeing that the two of them had been giving up for a long time, Ma Yunfei wanted to speak, but was afraid that his wife would be unhappy, so he held the legsless pheasant and stood behind her, waiting for her to turn around and handed it to her.

Hua Mengyue was amused by his stupidity: "Don't just wait for me, you can eat too. I have a chicken leg here."

"Hehe, wife, please eat it first. I ate a few pheasant eggs, so I won't be hungry." He said he was not hungry and even swallowed his saliva.

"Are you polite to us? Eat quickly, it won't taste good if it's cold." She was afraid that he would wait for her, so she hurriedly bit the chicken leg in her hand, and was a little worried that she wouldn't bite it. Unexpectedly, the outside was burning and tender inside, and it fell off as soon as she bite. She hurriedly took it with her hands and nodded repeatedly: "It's okay to have the inside, good times (you can eat it quickly, it's delicious)!"

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