Sure enough, people's gossiping hearts cannot change no matter what era, cities or rural areas. My aunt is still walking in the ground and not going to the village road. When I heard the noise, the old man and the old lady, the older girl and the younger wife ran out. But I didn't see much of the young and middle-aged people, and I guess they all went to work.

It’s not that Wang doesn’t like to join in the fun, but maybe it’s because the two children are young, so it’s too unsafe if they take them with them.

So, no matter how many people the village gathered to the west, my grandmother still bent over and looked for wild vegetables in the ground. Zhuo Lin looked at it for a while and continued her work, taking her kids to work part-time to dig wild vegetables.

But I didn't expect that my uncle had not returned for more than two hours. My younger brother was hungry, so my mother hugged him and planned to go back to make food. Zhuo Lin was also sensible and followed carefully with a basket on her shoulder. My mother and child also carried a larger basket on her left hand and a larger basket on her right hand. The mother and child slowly walked on the road to the ground.

After arriving at home, my younger brother cried and kept making noises. My mother could only put him in the seat and quickly set the fire. After adding water to the large iron pot, she hugged her younger brother and coaxed her. Then she directed Zhuo Lin to help burn the firewood. It was not until the water boiled that the bean dregs and millet that had already been smashed, and planned to mix and add meals to the two of them.

About an hour later, the aunt came back. What surprised Zhuo Lin was that there was a girl in her arms, and a large group of old ladies and young ladies following her, muttering something. The aunt looked impatient and turned around suddenly.

"This child doesn't want to love his mother, grandparents, uncles, aunts, grandparents, don't even want her. Didn't I just throw her away? I told the village chief that I raised this child and didn't eat your food. What kind of evil fire are you here? If you have the skills, why don't you go home to take care of your own children? As for whether my man agrees or not, I will naturally write a letter to tell you that you won't care. Let's start, I'm going to close the door!"

The eldest uncle slammed and closed their door, isolating the goblins outside the clumsy.

When she turned around, she looked at Wang Juan and the others standing in the yard with a dull look on their faces. She pulled her lips awkwardly. Just as she was about to speak, the child suddenly started to cry, and the uncle said anxiously.

"Sister-in-law, do you have any food at home? Look at this child who is hungry. Why don't you help me watch it for a while and I'll make some food for her. Oh, you don't know how pitiful this daughter is. She almost threw her to the ground by her kissing her breasts. Why do you think this person is so cruel!"

Wang Juan hurriedly said, "Don't go home. I just cooked them up. I'll sit here and I'll go to serve. It's almost done. But can she eat it? How old is it?"

"It's been seven months, I can eat it. It's okay. I'll take it over directly. I have to eat it even if it's hard to digest it!"

When my mother brought the rice over, she looked at Zhuo Lin as if inquiring: "Linlin, I'll give you a dregs and a slag for you, and a slag for the millet for your little sister?"

The porridge made by mixing bean dregs and millet was very sticky and fragrant. My mother also cut the wild vegetables into pieces and cooked them very hard, but the taste of bean dregs is still very different from that of millet. Zhuo Lin nodded crisply and angrily: "Okay, give it to my sister."

The eldest uncle looked at Zhuo Lin gratefully: "Hello Linlin, next time I go to my uncle's house, I will make you a bean dregs cake for you!"
Chapter completed!