When Zhao Qingxiang returned home, he saw the old girl was lighting a fire, and the eldest girl was steaming steamed buns.
Zhao Xiaoling and her sisters looked at their father and came back by themselves. I know this is my mother not coming back.
Zhao Qingjie looked at the two daughters, feeling a little unnatural for a moment.
"Xiaoling, you should make dumplings. Your mother grinds out the white flour."
"Dad can just eat corn bread. Isn't my mother coming back?"
Zhao Qingxiang sighed, "Yeah, if you don't come back, you won't live with me anymore, and she will provide you with food and money in the future."
At this time, Zhao Xiaoling had already made the steamed buns, covered the pot, and went out to get the cabbage.
Zhao Qingxiang went into the room to take off his coat, and saw that the second daughter was still rubbing corn, "Xiao Le, stop rubbing, I will rub it later." 强牺  读牺
Zhao Xiaole endured and endured but still couldn't hold back, "Dad, how much corn have you rubbed at home?"
Zhao Qingxiang was stunned by the question. I remembered that at that time, the daughter-in-law rubbed corn in both black and white. He really didn't rub much.
? Zhao Xiaole never grew up (remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com