Lin Qiao: "..."

Just as he was about to say that he couldn't finish eating, Song Tingfan went to get some food for someone else.

People in the countryside usually don’t have leftovers when they eat. After all, it’s good to have food these days, but in the end she’s overeating.

As soon as I stood up on the table, I heard the woman sitting next to me sitting in a bunch of people saying, "Wife Song won't have it anymore, look at her belly."

Lin Qiao: "..."

Do these people die if they don’t say a few words every day?

I am too lazy to reason with these people, and it will be useless to say it.

She turned around and saw Zhang Dong holding his wife. His wife was obviously pregnant. She looked at her six eyes and Zhang Dong's wife snorted, "Dadong, my stomach is not very comfortable."

Zhang Dong withdrew his gaze from Lin Qiao, then gently touched her belly with his big hand, "Is it better now?"

"It's a little bit." Zhang Dong's wife looked at Lin Qiao provocatively, looking like she sworn in sovereignty.

Lin Qiao rolled her eyes secretly. She didn't care about mama's boys. Whoever wanted to pick up this thing? She looked away and glanced around, but didn't see Song Tingfan's figure.

Afterwards, he went to the kitchen and Song Tingfan was washing dishes. There were a lot of bowls next to him, but he was not the only one who washed them, but there were other women who helped.

Lin Qiao walked over and squatted beside him to help wash, "Have you eaten?"

Hearing the sound, Song Tingfan turned his head and did not answer her words, "Sister-in-law, are you full?"

"I'm full, didn't you eat?"

Lin Qiao took the bowl in his hand and said, "Go and scoop some to eat. I've been busy all morning. Don't faint later."

Song Tingfan said silly: "I won't be stunned."

The woman who was helping next to him agreed with Lin Qiao's words, "Tingfan, go and have some food. We have all eaten, you are the only one who doesn't eat it."

Song Wang was not good at instructing outsiders to work, so he kept instructing Song Tingfan to do it, so he had no time to eat.

At this time, Mrs. Wang of Song happened to come in. When she heard this, she ordered her with confidence: "What are you eating? Hurry up and collect the dishes outside."

Song Tingfan didn't like the aunt's tone, but now his cousin got married, he nodded and agreed, "Okay."

As soon as he was about to stand up, his hand was pulled by someone. He looked down and saw that it was his sister-in-law who grabbed him.

Originally, Lin Qiao didn't want to be bothered with Song Wang, but she didn't seem to treat Song Tingfan as a human being. "My aunt will ask someone to take him away. My uncle has been busy all morning and hasn't eaten yet."

"Who isn't he just pretentious after all the morning?" Song Wang rolled his eyes.

"It's not my uncle who is pretentious, but my aunt is too harsh. If you eat it, you won't let it eat it. I'm a stone heart won't do this, right?" Lin Qiao refused to give in, and then said, "We came to help for the sake of my uncle and the others. You are not my aunt. My aunt has been back home for more than ten or twenty days. Haven't she awakened her name?"

She told me about going back to her parents' home, and Song Wang couldn't help but feel embarrassed, "Oh, you widow, that's how you talk to me?"

She didn't speak loudly, probably because she was afraid that people outside would hear it.

"I'm the same as the elders."

Lin Qiao ignored her and jumped up in anger. She pulled Song Tingfan out of Song An's house. After walking a little further, she let go of him.

"Uncle, why don't you know how to be smart? You can do whatever you ask you to do."

Song Tingfan was "screamed" by his sister-in-law. Instead, he was a little warm, only his sister-in-law cared about his feelings.

He said obediently: "I won't know next time."

Over the years, he has become accustomed to his aunt's temperament. Even if he feels wronged or sad, he will not say anything.

If he said it, his aunt would scold him even more.

If my parents are not here, even if my uncle wants to protect him, he will be powerless if he wants to.

And he didn't want to have a quarrel between his uncle and his family because of him.

Lin Qiao didn't know that he was kind, and sighed for a long time in her heart. Forget it, teach it slowly.

She pretended to be angry, "I will hit you next time I will do this."

When she got home, she cooked a big bowl of dough for Song Tingfan. She probably got hungry and finished eating them all. She was worried that he wouldn't eat enough. "If you still eat, I'll cook some if you eat it, and don't lie."

Song Tingfan was indeed a little unfulfilled. He didn't want to bother his sister-in-law. He was about to say he wouldn't eat anymore, but he heard the next half of her sentence and whispered: "I still want to eat."

This child is really honest.

Lin Qiao smiled, "As soon."

After that, he cooked most of the bowl, and Song Tingfan even drank the soup. When he met his sister-in-law's gaze, he went to wash the dishes with a little embarrassed.

These days, I have been busy with work and I haven’t studied and written. When I have free time in the afternoon, Song Tingfan took out his pen and ink to write.

Lin Qiao looked around for a while and stood up to teach him, "It's not written like this. Let's start with a stroke, from light to heavy."

Seeing that he still didn't know how to do it, she didn't want to hold his hand and control the pen holder, "Relax, come and write with me."

Song Tingfan didn't expect his sister-in-law to come to shake his hand, and he froze. He smelled the faint fragrance. He quickly glanced at the side of the woman. The woman's side face was very soft, and her curled eyelashes were slightly down.

His cheeks became hotter and his heart beat faster.

After not seeing him relax for a long time, Lin Qiao looked at him with a smile and cry. Seeing his red face, she knew that he was shy again.

She blinked, "What are you doing shy? I won't eat you."

"I, I, I... I, I am shy." Song Tingfan stuttered and denied.

It becomes more obvious if you want to cover it up.

Lin Qiao didn't expose him and continued to teach him to write, "Come on, look at the pen, follow my movements, concentrate, and I can't write it out later and hit your palm."

After teaching for a while, Song Tingfan gradually focused on the words. His sister-in-law's words were very beautiful, and they were a bit elegant.

Lin Qiao didn't teach him much, so she taught two lines of poetry in the book. She let go of her hand and said, "Write a few words as I taught just now."

Song Tingfan glanced at the back of his hand, which was still warm, and then recited the words carefully, writing them in the words of Lin Qiao.

He is really smart. After a few times, he is basically not much different from Lin Qiao's hope.

After Lin Qiao praised him for a few words, she said: "The fonts do not need to be exactly the same. My uncle will write them in the order of strokes."

"Sister-in-law's handwriting looks good." Song Tingfan said seriously.

"If you look good, practice more."

Lin Qiao took a look at the sky outside, and it was about four or five minutes before dusk. "Uncle, I'm going to the mountains to pick up mushrooms."

Mushrooms have been emerging recently, and the Wang family picked up more than a pound yesterday.

"I'll go with you and go to see the hunting pits." Song Tingfan was worried that his sister-in-law would go up the mountain alone.

Thinking that he had been practicing calligraphy for a while, Lin Qiao nodded and said, "Bring the straw hat with her."

It was probably all lively in the Song family. There were no one going up the mountain today. People picked up any mushrooms outside the mountain. She walked in a little while, and Song Tingfan picked up two gray mushrooms.

After searching for a long time, they still found more than a dozen of them, and they had a bowl of fried.
Chapter completed!