Chapter 117: Bring a bowl of fat at!
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“Stop right there!” Qiao Qinghe quickly stopped her, berating her with a stern expression, “Do you really want to be tied up and sent to the County Town?”
“I’ll ask Changsun for so food, he won’t refuse!” Mada Sun threw down these words, and ran off towards the direction where Qiao Xiaomai had left.
Qiao Qinghe stomped his foot and hurried to follow her, calling Qiao Dazhu on his way, “Dazhu, co and drag your grandmother back!”
Although he is the head of the Qiao Family, he hasn’t been able to assert his authority over the years, so much so that he can no longer control Mada Sun or his sons.
Shouting is useless, all he can do is forcefully drag Mada Sun back.
Qiao Dazhu acknowledged and quickly went after Mada Sun.
Being young, he ran fast, overtaking Qiao Qinghe in a few steps and reaching Mada Sun. He was about to reach out to grab her when Mada Sun retaliated by scratching violently at his face.
He was so frightened that he imdiately retreated a few steps, giving Mada Sun the opportunity to continue running.
Zhu Cuiying saw all this, scread, and quickly ran over, berating, “You foolish boy! Stop right there! You already have trouble finding a wife; if you ruin your face who will marry you now!”
While verbally lashing out at Qiao Dazhu, she held a deep resentnt for Mada Sun in her heart, always treating only Sun Junyan as precious, while everyone else was just worthless mud in her eyes!
Thinking about Mada Sun’s past behavior, Zhu Cuiying quickly held back Qiao Dazhu. The bigger the commotion, the better. After all, with Qiao Xiaomai’s newfound abilities, she’d take pleasure no matter who suffered between the sanctimonious old woman and that wretched girl.
With this idea in mind, she called over a few people standing at the doorway and they all followed.
They jumped in when opportunities arose, otherwise, they just enjoyed the spectacle. Either way, they didn’t lose anything.
Thus, Qiao Ying, Qiao ipan, Qiao Changfu, and Qiao Erzhu all followed, and a crowd ran towards Qiao Xiaomai’s house.
Qiao Xiaomai and Qiao Dami were back ho, where Qiao Changshun was washing more than a hundred chicken feet by the well, and casually asked as he saw them return, “Your grandma didn’t give you a hard ti, did she?”
“No, grandpa was there.” Qiao Xiaomai entered their house, filled a basket with three kilograms of bean sprouts, and prepared to send them to the Tong Family.
Qiao Changshun saw her leading Qiao Dami about to go out, and suddenly said, “When you go to the town later, get so fabric.”
“Huh?” Qiao Xiaomai was puzzled.
“For you and your brother to make so clothes.”
Last year, when so silver was found, Zhuang Luhe got several pieces of hemp fabric and made new clothes for the whole family.
But hemp clothing can’t compare with silk. Given that Qiao Xiaomai inherited Zhuang Luhe’s good looks, once she puts on bright and attractive clothing, he didn’t believe Tong Sanlang wouldn’t give Qiao Xiaomai a second look.
Of course, he didn’t dare to share these thoughts with Qiao Xiaomai.
“We have money now, you and your brother can dress better.” His tone was of concerned, sounding very natural.
Qiao Xiaomai didn’t think much about it, she agreed, and pushed open the big door of the courtyard.
Just as the siblings had stepped a few feet away, Mada Sun appeared from around a corner, running over while panting heavily.
Qiao Xiaomai narrowed her eyes, sensing trouble, pulled Qiao Dami back to the doorway.
Mada Sun noticed her movents, huffed coldly, ran over a few more steps, sat down at Qiao Xiaomai’s doorstep, and shouted loudly, “Changsun, Changsun, Changsun! Co out here!”
When Qiao Changshun heard her voice, it alard him. He hastily stood up, forgetting to wipe the water off his hands, limped to the doorway, and seeing Mada Sun sitting on the ground panting heavily, asked anxiously, “Mother, what’s wrong?”
Mada Sun rolled her eyes at him, “1 didn’t eat enough at lunch, bring a couple of plain stead buns, and a bowl of fatty at!”
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