Chapter 602： cherish food

Chapter 602 Cherish food

The corners of Tan Anjun's lips curled up slightly, and he hurriedly apologized: "It's all my husband's fault."

Shou Yanran's heart choked, is this woman scolding her?

You are the thousand-year-old monster!

Your family is a thousand-year-old monster!

But she couldn't admit it, so she could only pretend that she didn't understand, and asked curiously: "Mrs. Tan, don't you country people hope to have a big fish every day? I heard from a maid at home that they used to be poor in the countryside. They can’t even drink whole grain porridge, let alone eat meat, and they can’t eat it two or three times a year, and they think that if they eat meat every day, it will be like a fairy.”

After finishing speaking, she gave Yang Lan'er a look of 'don't get me wrong, I'm just asking'.

Yang Lan'er glanced at her indifferently, was she trying to mock her as a peasant woman? Can't afford to enjoy her brother's roasted rabbit meat?

No wonder you say you are hypocritical.

She took the wet veil handed over by Li Chun, flaunted, leisurely and carefully wiped her green fingers, her fair skin glowed with luster under the morning sun.

A touch of heart, very attractive.

Shou Zexuan's peach blossom eyes flickered a few times, his throat was a little itchy, and he lowered his head and coughed quietly.

At this time, no one noticed that his earballs were slightly red.

Shou Yanran lowered her head to look at her ten fingers, and found that the young lady whose ten fingers do not touch Yang Chunshui is not as good as a peasant woman!

This discovery made her even more jealous, and almost tore Sipa under the table into pieces as Yang Lan'er.

Under the watchful eyes of several people, Yang Lan'er finally wiped her hands clean, sighed, glanced helplessly at her silly roe, and said to her: "Miss Shou, your maid is really right, poor people in the countryside Most of life is like that."

"That's really the case? Then you..." Shou Yanran pretended to be surprised, she didn't expect this woman to really admit it.

Before she finished speaking, Yang Lan'er continued: "It's like the hard winter for poor people. You rich people can 'green ant new fermented wine, red clay small stove' in winter, but the poor people in the countryside are 'poor clothes and clothes. Worried about charcoal and cheap, wishing the weather is cold."

"There are even some widowed or lonely old people or poor families. There are no grains in the pot, no firewood in the stove, and no clothes to cover the body. Therefore, Miss Shou..." Yang Lan'er glanced meaningfully at the leftovers on her table He shook his head seriously, and said in a teaching tone: "Treat food, it is shameful to waste it!"

"Is it as exaggerated as you said?" Shou Yanran pursed her mouth indifferently, and didn't believe what she heard at all.

She felt that Yang Lan'er was exaggerating, the minimum firewood must be burned, and the clothes must be worn, otherwise, wouldn't everyone be naked/naked/naked? Shy about meeting people?

Then isn’t the world in chaos?

Shou Zexuan looked up at several people, chewed it, swallowed the rabbit meat in his mouth, and asked for confirmation: "Is there really?"

I have only seen these words in books before, but I have never seen them in reality.

Yang Lan nodded earnestly: "In a family with many brothers and sisters, the eldest wears the second one, and wears them one by one. When the youngest wears them, the original fabric can no longer be seen."

"Then what do you see?" Shou Yanran asked, can clothes be called clothes without seeing the fabric? what did you see?

"What I saw was Patch Patch." Yang Lan'er raised her head slightly and gave her a blank look. It was really tiring to chat with this young lady who didn't understand the sufferings of the world.

Why is there no tacit understanding? ?

(end of this chapter)