Chapter 468: A bowl of mung bean soup

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Chapter 468 A Bowl of Mung Bean Soup
"Forget it, but it's just a child." Although Mrs. He also felt that this girl's daughter was not ridiculous, they were all a bit of a meal. They all came to be guests, so naturally they had to pull one.
When someone pulled, Su Rufeng was even more energetic, and he stood up and shouted at Mrs. Su: "Come here, you will kill me!"
"You lose money, I'm so mad, I really treat myself as a dish. If grandma distressed you and took you here, you would go to the prostitutes and laugh." Old lady Su wanted to come over and beat her more and more angry , But was stopped by Su Wangqin and He.
Su Rufeng saw someone grabbing her, and she hooked her lips disdainfully. She took the biggest piece of meat from the bowl and put it on her rice. She also covered a lot of delicious food on it, and then took the full bowl. The meal was gone, and before he left, he said, "Since you don’t like me, I’ll just eat in the room."
Angrily Su's wife almost couldn't come up in a breath. Xiaoling saw her grandmother being bullied and hurried to hug Granny Su's thigh, "Grandma, sit with me and eat meat, we are not angry with our cousin, we are not in harmony Fools care."
"Hey, my grandson, grandma eats with you and is not angry." Mrs. Su came to her for a while, and looked at Xiao Ling who was so touched that she was seated by a small soft hand. .
Xiaoling and Yingying both sat on a bench with Granny Su, one on the left and one on the right. The two little guys also served Mrs. Su with food, so that Mrs. Su was happy. Compared with Su Rufeng, it was not even a thing.
Su Rufeng did not return the bowl after eating in the room, so Gu Chunzhu sent Ms. Miao to get it.
Aunt Miao came back and said that she saw something Ru Sufeng was playing with, like something wrapped in a small paper bag.
Could it be poison? For Gu Chunzhu, who watched many TV shows in his previous life, the word came out of his head.
"By the way, you must be optimistic about her, and don't let her get close to the water tanks and wells." Gu Chunzhu first told Ms. Miao that Ms. Miao also told Qing Xing, and then she went to her own children and told them not to eat Su Rufeng. Anything brought.
Because it was her own guess, it was not easy to tell Mrs. Su that it was always better to be guarded.
When it was time for dinner, Mrs. Su asked the children to eat when they were ready, and Su Rufeng ran into the stove to get a bowl of rice from Ms. Miao and two duck legs. A full bowl was gone.
When Mrs. Su came back, she learned that both duck legs in the duck pot were taken away by Su Rufeng, and she was so angry that she patted her thighs. Gu Chunzhu pulled Ms. Miao aside because she couldn't eat.
"She just came to the stove to get food? Nothing else."
"Yes, the old slave looked tangentially, just came running for the meal, so she didn't care that she took two duck legs, and now the old lady was holding her breath."
Aunt Miao said with a sigh. She was originally looking at the family and Hemeimei, but she didn't expect a girl like Su Rufeng to be a stick.
"Then you continue to look at it for a while, and tell me as soon as there is any movement." Gu Chunzhu returned to the house to eat after being told.
At night, when Gu Chunzhu was about to take a break, Ms. Miao came over and knocked on the cat's waist, "Master, are you asleep?"
"Not yet." Gu Chunzhu replied, approving a piece of clothing and hurried out, ignoring Su Wangqin's strange inquiry.
Going outside, Gu Chunzhu's eyes stared closely at Aunt Miao. There must be something wrong, otherwise Aunt Miao would not come here at this hour.
"Speak." She asked succinctly.
"Returning to the main house, Su Rufeng just came to the stove and asked me to make a pot of mung bean soup. She ordered me to go outside to get something. The old slave kept his eye on it and saw that she poured it in the mung bean soup. Pack things." Ms. Miao said as she frowned more and more.
"What the is she talking about what the bowl of mung bean soup is for?" Gu Chunzhu clutched Miao Miao's sleeves, and her tone was also anxious. She was afraid that someone at home had Su Rufeng's words.
If it is said that the family and her are the ones that do not deal with her the most, Anan is the one. Don’t drink this bowl of soup from Anan. Gu Chunzhu’s footsteps are about to move.
"Don't worry, I changed it!"
Aunt Miao's words instantly opened Gu Chunzhu's throat, and she gasped for a long time: "Fortunately, the bowl of mung bean soup is still there."
"Yes, but Lao Nushan advocated feeding a wild cat a small half of a bowl, and it kept rolling on the ground, singing and singing, like..." Ms. Miao said that an old face had a weird color It’s not good to go on.
"What does it look like?"
"It seems to be in heat!"
Gu Chunzhu had a bad heart, and then hurried to Xiaocheng’s room. If there were few men at home in this medicine, his son was the most likely to be calculated, but Su Rufeng and Xiaocheng were cousins, although There is no blood relationship, but can you really do such a thing?
"King knocking..." Xiaocheng's door was still lit with oil lamps. Presumably still studying, Gu Chunzhu listened to the footsteps of Xiaocheng coming to open the door, and the tight hanging heart relaxed a little.
"Mother, is there anything so late?" Xiaocheng's clothes were still neat, holding a book in his hand, or still reading.
Gu Chunzhu glanced over and saw the bowl of mung bean soup under the oil lamp on the book case.
She didn't answer Xiaocheng's words and hurried over. Mung bean soup looked like she hadn't drank too much. Gu Chunzhu picked up the bowl of mung bean soup and said, "Who brought you this."
"It's like cousin Feng, but is there something abnormal?" Xiao Cheng was also a very savvy person. Looking at Gu Chunzhu's nervous appearance, he naturally guessed it.
"It's okay, I'll take it off when it's cold." Gu Chunzhu's smile was uncontrollable stiffness.
Xiao Chengwei turned his head and said: "If the mother really cooked the mung bean soup, she would definitely deliver it to my room, or else it would be the grandmother. If the cousin Feng Feng is not good with me, don't give anything. ...The son naturally refused to eat."
"You didn't eat it, how did she leave?" Gu Chunzhu looked at Xiaocheng in surprise, but he didn't expect that his son, who reads only the sage book, was so thoughtful.
"My son only took a sip and secretly spit it in his sleeve, but he stained his clothes." Xiao Cheng said truthfully, a pair of phoenix eyes looked at Gu Chunzhu more radiantly, as if asking what had happened.
Gu Chunzhu is not easy to say right now, it is just a bowl of mung bean soup, and he cannot yet speculate on Su Rufeng's motives and purpose.
She solemnly said: "You go to sleep with Xiaoling today, and mother will tell you tomorrow."