Chapter 587: Send the toilet

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"Do you want to be my mother or she want to be my mother." An An put her hands around her chest. Although she was shorter than the people in the room, she was full of momentum.
Such a sentence blocked Aunt Bo's request.
Mrs. Qing took a bite of her silver teeth, and of course she had to recognise the daughter of An An. Her daughter looks more beautiful than the three daughters of the prince, and she can make a good marriage when she looks good. To benefit Xiaocheng and herself.
"Aunt Bo, let me demonstrate it first. I'll do it myself later. I'm An An's mother. It's okay to make something for the children to eat." Mrs. Qing smiled softly on her face. Is not very good at kung fu on the stove.
Gu Chunzhu and An An are making snacks in your own time, and Aunt Bo is teaching Mrs. Qing to fried spring rolls.
When Aunt Bo made it, there was still a sizzling sound in the oil pan, and the spring roll smelt out soon afterwards, but An An didn't look at the spring roll at a glance.
Mrs. Qing had no choice but to put herself on her scalp, and made a few soft dumplings of flour dumplings without the strength of the nine cows and two tigers. They were not spring rolls.
When she fried in the pan, she heard a scream.
"Ah!" The crackling oil splashed, because the chopsticks that Mrs. Qing brought the fried spring rolls still had water, and the water began to boil as soon as it met the oil.
With tears in her eyes, she put her flourishing jade hand in front of An An and cried, "If you are uneasy, you will eat spring rolls made by Aunt Bo, you see the mother's hands are hot, so painful."
An An saw a small red spot splashed by oil stars in Mrs. Qing's hand, which was nothing compared to Gu Chunzhu's fried salt-fried chicken.
She said with a cold face: "I can't even make a spring roll, I just want to be my mother..."
Before An An finished, Gu Chunzhu pulled the sleeves. Mrs. Qing's character is now 200% patient. If An An is annoyed, she is not good.
Although An An didn't go on, he still refused to give up. Aunt Bo had to let the next man take the medicine and wipe the medicine for Mrs. Qing. After she wiped the medicine, Mrs. Qing Qing exploded the spring rolls with red eyes.
She hasn't worked so hard in her life, and she dreams that she will recognize her as a mother-in-law after An An eats the spring roll she made.
When the spring rolls came out of the pan, there was a scorched smell. Gu Chunzhu saw the spring rolls that were brought to An'an's eyes, some of them were black, some were half-cooked, and they looked very unsightly.
"An An, eat this, this one is better fried." Mrs. Qing stuffed An An with her chopsticks and pointed to one of the best sellers.
An An caught the taste and spit it out as soon as she bit it in and chewed it. She looked at her contemptuously like Ms. Qing, "It’s all raw, how do you let me eat, just like you do How can you be a mother-in-law, is it enough to be a student?"
"I?" Mrs. Qing looked at Aunt Bo with no grievances.
Gu Chunzhu looked at Mrs. Qing who was also tossed by An An today. She sewed clothes and exploded the spring rolls. This man was awkward and even had some makeup on her face. Get upset, Madam come again tomorrow."
Mrs. Qing glared at Gu Chunzhu with annoyance. Dan Kou's nails were held together in her sleeves. She did so much today to give An'an a good impression, but this woman just couldn't see herself, so she wanted to rush herself go away.
Gu Chunzhu looked at Mrs Qing's complex eyes and knew that she was a good man again.
I saw Mrs. Qing approaching An An and said, "An An, the mother has done her best, I will be here to accompany you, OK? Or is it An An's ingenuity, this dim sum..."
Before she pleased her, An An moved away and kept a distance from her, and the bad water in her stomach was reflected in her eyes.
"Deep-fried spring rolls will not. You will always do the laundry. The clothes I changed yesterday haven't been taken out yet." An An pursed her lips, thinking of Mrs. Tossing Qing who wanted to be hard.
As soon as Mrs. Qing heard Aunt Bo, Aunt Bo knew that she knew that there would be no good progress if she stayed today, so she gave her a lip-style "go".
Immediately, Mrs. Qing clutched her forehead and cried out, "Ouch," "An An, my mother is suffering from a headache today. I will come to see you another day."
"Okay." An An smiled slyly, and finally drove her away, achieving her goal.
When Mrs. Qing pretended to hold her head by Gu Chunzhu's edge, her words were stern: "You come with me."
Gu Chunzhu put down his hand and washed his hands in the basin before following Mrs. Qing.
As she walked outside, Mrs. Qing's delicate face carried a dagger, and she looked at Gu Chunzhu angrily, without the weak appearance of a headache.
"What's wrong with Madam?" Gu Chunzhu's attitude is not cold, nor does Mrs. Qing need to get used to her.
"Did you instigate my daughter to deal with me this way, right?"
"wrong."
Gu Chunzhu's bright eyes looked at Madam Qing frankly, but Madam Qing did not believe she could not grasp any handle, her fists were tight and loose, she could only say with hatred: "I brought two girls to An An Waiting for you, you will arrange it for me."
Aunt Bo brought two maids from the outside, both of which were about the same age as An An.
Gu Chunzhu pursed his lips and smiled lightly. Mrs. Qing really tried her best to recognize An An, but this effort was never implemented.
"I can accept people, but I can't be the master as to whether An'an wants them to be close to you. You also know that she has a big idea." Gu Chunzhu didn't say anything. Anyway, the person who is not the prince in this house is the prince. People, she doesn’t mind having two half-big girls.
Mrs. Qing frowned, but she was not too embarrassed to look at Chunzhu. She had a headache on her finger today, and the areas on the back of the hand that were splashed with oil all hurt. It was uncomfortable everywhere.
"Come on." She waved her hand and took Aunt Bo out.
An An ran out of the kitchen and said to the two girls: "I don't want them to be my personal girls, so send them to the toilet first."
"Little Master..." The two girls didn't know what they were doing wrong, and they knelt down together, bowing their heads in fear.
Mrs. Qing was about to go out and was frustrated. An An even wanted to send the maid she sent to the toilet, but An An put out all her anger in one sentence.
"I used to wash the toilet myself at home. I'm your master. Why can't you brush the toilet? Are you a lady or am I a lady?" An An said bluntly.