Chapter 586: Want to be my mother?

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"Sure, wait for me to deal with the matter here, and take Mrs. Qing." Gu Chunzhu agreed to be refreshing, but Mrs. Qing gave her a suspicious look at her several times, just like Gu Chunzhu put her on the cover.
Gu Chunzhu didn't care what she thought, just waiting for Wang Kun to spit out the money.
Sure enough, after a quarter of an hour, Wang Kun took a tray with people, and there were silver ingots one by one. He also angered and gestured in front of Gu Chunzhu: "I didn't expect Qiu Da It’s the wolf’s ambitions, and a little buying errand has swallowed so much money."
This Qiu Dacai bought and dealt with some broken silver. How could it be this silver ingot, Gu Chunzhu knew that Wang Kun returned to the room to get it, and she would not hold back.
"Oh, that troublesome Wang steward counted the money into the coffers, and took the books back for comparison, and I will show them again tomorrow." Gu Chunzhu's lips curled up a slight arc, giving him the opportunity to make up.
"Okay." Wang Kun shuddered with his head down, thinking Gu Chunzhu wouldn't look at it. This account book is full of loopholes. How much money would it cost to fill this one by one.
Gu Chunzhu ignored him, greeted Mrs. Qing and went out.
There was only a faint pool of blood in the place where Qiu Da was originally placed. The person had been taken out by Wang Kun. Gu Chunzhu frowned at the pile of blood stains as if Wang Kun had deliberately stayed here and disgusted himself. Anyway, lest attract flies."
"Yes yes!" Wang Kun deserved to be very positive.
Gu Chunzhu took Mrs. Qing to An Ju Yuan. An An was drawing in his room. This time he painted the courtyard in the county town with big cocks, dogs, and red horses.
She was so fascinated in painting that she didn't see anyone in the room.
Mrs. Qing stooped and looked aside for a while, a slight smile appeared on her face, watching An An painting, and said softly: "An An painting is really good, it is really a rustic picture."
Mrs. Qing's voice suddenly sounded, and An An fell into a heavy pen, drawing a ball of black.
An'an's small face lifted up in dissatisfaction, and looked at Mrs. Qing who was similar to hers, "What do you do again, ruined my painting."
Gu Chunzhu watched Mrs. Qing touch a nail and thought, An An, a little girl with small eyes, wanted to make An An willingly call her mother, she would have to work harder.
Although thinking this way, she was also the hostess of the General's Mansion. Even if she came over to play a round and pointed on the paper, "An An added a few more strokes here are the black and white cats, not like the yard next door. Often come to our yard to find cats playing with little loach?"
"My mother is awesome, the cat is still sticky to the little loach, and the little loach bullies her." An An said, dropping a few strokes on the paper again, and a cat with his back stretched out suddenly appeared on the paper.
Mrs. Qing stood aside and felt that she couldn't get into their words. She couldn't understand any small loach, but she could only try to make a smile, saying: "An An, you draw a cat, it looks more interesting. "
But Mrs. Qing slapped the buttocks on the buttocks, and An An's brows were tightly screwed up, "What a fun, this is my brother's home, my brothers and sisters, my grandmother and grandfather."
"Home? How can this beast live with a person under the eaves." Mrs. Qing's eyes widened even more. The dogs, cats, and horses painted by An An were all in the yard.
"Madame, don't talk nonsense, you haven't seen it before. Everyone in our house is like this." An An didn't want to take Mrs. Li Qing anymore, she blew her drawing paper aside and did her own thing.
"An An, I didn't expect you and Xiaocheng to live this kind of day..." Mrs. Qing's eyes were red, and Aunt Bo also handed over her handkerchief, and Mrs. Qing wiped it under her eyes several times.
Gu Chunzhu wanted to beat her even after watching it. What is this kind of day?
An An turned directly to her and said, "One father and my mother let my brother and I live a good life, and we eat and dress warmly. In the past, my brother and I were thrown away by our biological parents. Become a beggar who picks up trash on the road."
"Don't say anything, good boy." Gu Chunzhu looked at Mrs. Qing who An'an said as a preacher, and she went over and touched the two double helix buns on her head.
This scene looked more like An An, Gu Chunzhu encouraged.
She couldn't care about her identity anymore. She squeezed over and pushed Gu Chunzhu aside. Mrs. Qing covered her chest with a sniffing nose: "An An, I am your mother, you See how much you look like me, good boy, you were born in October.
Gu Chunzhu was squeezed aside and could only bear it secretly. Who made An An really crawl out of the belly of others?
An An saw Gu Chunzhu squeezed to the side, her clever big eyes rolled around, then sat on the chair in the room and looked at Mrs. Qing with a smile, "Do you want to be my mother?"
"En." Mrs. Qing nodded, but didn't think about the words carefully.
Then when she said this, An An happily jumped off the stool like a little sparrow, and then turned over the cabinet to find one of her clothes. There was a hole in a place, and she stuffed Mrs. Qing In his hand, "Nu, don't you want to be my mother? Give me some clothes."
"I..." Mrs. Qing looked at the clothes on her hands embarrassedly. Her slender jade hand had only embroidered flowers when she was in her boudoir. When did she make up her clothes? For a moment, she swallowed her rejection, "Okay, then, get me the needle thread."
The next person quickly took the needle thread, and Mrs. Qing took the needle thread to start dressing up, but this dressing is different from embroidering. There is no embroidery stretcher, and the cloth is not good. She originally wanted to embroider something , But in the end embroidered into a mess of needles.
It took half an hour to disassemble and sew, sew and disassemble, and An An was studying new snacks in the small kitchen with Gu Chunzhu in order to open a big and elegant shop.
"An An, look at your mother to sew it for you." Mrs. Qing handed the dress over, and An An took it without a glance.
Mrs. Qing looked awaiting the praise, but An An said again: "I want to eat a fried spring roll. You make it for me. My mother used to make it for me."
"Okay, I'll go now." Mrs. Qing pinched her hands, and they were almost out of the seal.
She has never been on the stove, and this oil salt will damage her delicate skin. In the past, it was said that the soup made for the prince by herself was also her standing by the stove and watching people do it even if she "handed" Done.
"But I don't know how to make spring rolls. Aunt Bo can teach me." Mrs. Qing said wrongly, and Aunt Bo also spoke for her. "Little Master, please understand that our wife hasn't made spring rolls. Let the old slaves come!" "