Chapter 55

"Tut Tut, what are these embroidered things? Niang, is that what you said? Is it well embroidered

Zhang Yulan gives him a white look and takes back the embroidery shed from his hand and hands it to Lin Anxin.

"When you were just studying, would you like to show me the words you wrote?"

Su junyang stretched out his hand to touch his face and howled: "Niang, those are all the things that Chen Zhima rotten millet had many years ago. Why do you still have them?"

Zhang Yulan said quietly, "I'll keep the first article my son wrote. At that time, I thought that if you don't listen to me, I'll take it to cure you."

It's clearly threatening her son, because the soft voice like the spring breeze in March always makes life angry.

When Lin Anxin heard the speech, he bowed his head and laughed. He wanted to know that the beginners of writing had a few more words, which were not as crazy as chicken feet.

Su junyang stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head. The sun passed a layer of gold powder on him. Lin Anxin felt that Su junyang, when he was not angry, seemed to have a trace of a gentleman like jade.

However, Su junyang is a typical handsome man with only three seconds.

But seeing him, he immediately threw the money on his chest behind his head, squinted at Lin Anxin, looked at her up and down, and then asked, "mother, what shall we eat at night?"

He asked abruptly.

Zhang Yulan is stretching her neck. She looks carefully at Lin Anxin's Embroidery shed. She thinks that the child's stitches are very good when they are taken apart. She feels very happy when she looks at them together.

Hearing Su junyang ask her, he raised his head and looked at him blankly: "what do you eat at night? Before you go out in the morning, don't you say you want to eat boiled duck with sour bamboo shoots? I'll let my aunt buy it in the village and kill it. I guess I'll do it later. "

When she said this, she asked, "do you want something else?"

Su junyang reaches out his hand and touches his chin. The corners of his mouth are slightly crooked. His eyes are deep and he stares at Lin Anxin and doesn't speak.

Lin Anxin sat there vigilantly, hiding his small embroidery shed behind him, and staring at him with round eyes.

Less than a month after he came to his home, Lin Anxin, with the nourishment of the soup, although he didn't gain weight, looked ruddy.

Su junyang was so glared by her, like a lively deer bumped into his heart.

He felt as if he liked to see her jump in anger.

"Something else?"

He thought for a moment, suddenly, his strong arm, over Lin Anxin's head, once again grabbed the embroidery shed in her hand.

It has a light aroma of Gleditsia sinensis, with a special clean taste.

Lin Anxin is slightly a Leng, so a distracted, the embroidery shed in her hand has already arrived Su junyang's hand.

"Give it back to me."

Lin Anxin immediately blew his hair.

I'm just a beginner. No matter how well I embroider, I don't want to make this guy laugh.

"Give it back quickly!" Lin Anxin rushed to him and wanted to take back his embroidery shed.

Su junyang raised the embroidery shed high with a smile on his face.

Thus, such a picture appeared in Su's courtyard.

A little girl in a bun, as cute as a rabbit with short legs, is jumping around in front of a young man. The young man, with a look of evil ruffian, is looking down and squinting at the happy little man.

Seeing this scene, Su Wanrong covered her mouth and said with a smile, "mother, peace of mind is really suitable for the second younger brother."

"Well, finally someone can live with the second brother." Su Wanping wants to stand up and help Lin ease up.

Zhang Yulan reached out to stop her and said with a smile, "don't go, isn't it? My mother thinks childhood is the best, just like your father and me. Besides, what's your brother's temperament? You don't know. He has a good temperament."

Su Wanrong laughed more and more. Su Wanping chuckled on one side. Sure enough, my mother's heart was long.

These two goods elder brother where temperament is good, every day in the outside there is endless trouble.

Su junyang, who was complained by Su Wanping, stood there and watched Lin Anxin's little face grow crimson. He was panting because of strenuous exercise. Then he nodded with satisfaction. That's right. The little girl should be so energetic.

At the thought of her wooden appearance in the Deng family, Su junyang's Fox eyes flashed a murderous spirit.

"Mother, did we kill chickens today?"

Su Wanping loves to eat chicken. When she heard her second brother's words, she immediately threw away her previous little complaint. She even thought that her second brother was actually very good.

Zhang Yulan was at a loss: "kill the chicken? When you go out in the morning, don't you say you want to eat ducks? Also specially pointed out that let the aunt go to ER Wa's house to buy it back. "

Niu Erwa's family is good at raising livestock.

Su junyang waved the embroidery shed to her and replied with a smile: "is this the leftover from yesterday? No, I saw my father's first chopsticks and took the chicken ass away. I had a good time with a little wineHe clearly laughed very ruffian, but the tone is serious, can no longer be serious.

Lin Anxin stood there with a red face and stamped her feet. What kind of chicken ass? She was embroidered with golden pheasant. Is it so ugly?

"That's the golden pheasant!" Lin Anxin's cheeks are round. He really wants to jump on him and bite him.

Su junyang took the embroidery shed to his eyes, looked up seriously, and said seriously, "excuse me, this wrinkled and yellow thing is not the thing on the chicken, what is it? I thought my mother asked her to kill the chicken today, which made me happy."

When he said this, there was such a lost pet hidden in the deep of his eyes.

His vision in the thin Lin Anxin body slip a circle, back to Zhang Yulan shouting: "Niang, tonight must eat chicken."

Lin an was so angry that he glared at him. What were you looking at? Haven't you seen a beautiful woman?

Su junyang saw that she was so cute that he couldn't help but poke her cheek, then pulled back his hand and pulled his clothes. He said: "I'm silly. Tut, I'm good. I have a good eye. How do you finally know how to appreciate your Yushu's style? What's the matter? I haven't seen a handsome young man. I'm your daughter-in-law. It's cheaper. Tut Tut, I'm not talking about the whole Yanghe county. I don't think I've ever seen anything more handsome than you. "

Lin Anxin wanted to rush up to scratch his face.

"You..." The villain in Lin An's heart beat his chest and feet immediately. Where did he come from? He was so shameless.

"Is your face made of cowhide?"

Su junyang approached and asked, "what do you mean?"

Lin Anxin glanced at him: "it's blown out."

"Poof, ha ha, second brother, do you have a shriveled day? Niang, Mr. eight character is really right. I think peace of mind is very prosperous. " Su Wanping rolled into Zhang Yulan's arms with a smile.

If it's true, God sent Lin An Xin to rule his brother.

"Su Wanping, who gave you the courage to say that I love bragging." Su junyang's lungs are going to explode.

If he can't recognize that Lin Anxin is laughing at his boasting, he will be a fool!

"Niang, ah, the second brother is really angry. Look, his face is red. Besides, it's not what I said. How can you rely on me?" She quietly gave Lin An Xin a thumbs up.

Lin Anxin scratched the back of her head. The amorous sunshine of Jinqiu gently stroked her pretty face, and her long eyelashes were like broken gold jumping on it!

Pear vortex smile, look forward to life!

Su junyang was absent-minded for a moment. Maybe he should ask his mother to kill more chickens and raise her little daughter-in-law fat. If anyone dares to name her loach behind her back, he won't just beat those guys who see jokes black and blue. What's more, he should ask them all to marry a little daughter-in-law who looks like loach Out of this bad breath.

Although his daughter-in-law is always fierce, he Good men don't fight women!

When he was unprepared, a small hand waved from his eyes, empty hands!

Lin Anxin vomited his little tongue at him. He grasped the embroidery shed tightly and said, "Yugong still has the ambition to move mountains. I don't believe that if I practice embroidery every day and every year, I won't make any progress."

Su junyang waved his arms to scare her.

Lin Anxin feels oil on the soles of his feet seek safety in flight.

She ran to Zhang Yulan's back, showing half a face and picking eyebrows at him.

Zhang Yulan smilingly took the flower shed from her hand, a look, happy!

My son seems to have told the truth.

After a while, she said to Lin an with a smile, "I see your embroidery thread is too tight. It's pulling all the cloth cushions together."

Lin Anxin was also very modest. After looking at it for a long time, he just replied, "I used to use the flower shed to hold it tightly, but I never thought it would be like this when I took it down."

Su junyang tilted the corner of his mouth and said with a smile, "Wan Ping, we have chicken to eat at night. I'll leave you a big chicken leg."

Su Wanping was aroused by her greedy insects, instantly fell to his camp, holding Zhang Yulan's arm coquetry: "mother, we really eat chicken tonight?"

Lin Anxin on one side heard the word "eat chicken", and his face became more and more ugly.

Is it that ugly?

Well, indeed, it's really ugly!

Lin Anxin looked at his embroidered chrysanthemum again, but the thread was too tight, the thread base was too close, and the embroidery was too hard

"Mr. system, do you want to get rich? Look, I embroidered the golden pheasant, why has it become a chicken's butt? Get out and give an explanation. If you don't explain clearly, your aunt will cut off your food! "

The system wants to cover its face: This is the sequela of projection teaching.

Only when the system projects the most correct embroidery method from the simulation calculation into Lin Anxin's mind at night, can she embroider the golden pheasant very well.Well, it's a bit like copying, that is, Lin Anxin can know what it projects. Although it shortens the time of study and saves a lot of hard work, it just can't embroider all kinds of things freely and flexibly.

system is secretly poking out Tucao: make complaints about yourself, you become smaller, how do you become more childish? She can break the grain if she wants?

The system does not believe in the confidence of foodlin.