Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

"One cent?"

Zhao Xiyan laughed.

Although one cent can buy two steamed buns, where can He Yushui buy steamed buns at night?

Besides, a 15-year-old girl is in the period of growth, so this is not okay.

Qin Huairu put a bowl of rice in front of He Yushui and chuckled, "Eat it."

He Yushui swallowed and looked at Zhao Xiyan.

"Why are you looking at me? Didn't your sister Qin call you to eat?" Zhao Xiyan chuckled.

"But...but I heard everyone say that you treat sister Qin as a servant. If I eat it, will you scold her?" He Yushui said seriously.

Puff!

Qin Huairu couldn't help laughing.

"Yes, I will not only scold her, but I will also beat her, the kind that hangs her up and whips her..." Zhao Xiyan said fiercely.

"Then... I won't eat."

He Yushui pushed the bowl in front of him, "Zhao Xiyan, don't hit Sister Qin..."

"You're crazy."

Zhao Xiyan rolled his eyes.

"Go."

Qin Huairu waved her hand and looked at He Yushui and said, "Don't listen to your brother Zhao. He doesn't treat me as a servant... Besides, I'm his wife. Isn't it my duty to serve him?"

"He doesn't hit you?" He Yushui said timidly.

"No, he never hit me." Qin Huairu said seriously, "Yushui, your brother Zhao is actually a very good person. Don't listen to the nonsense of people in the yard."

"Why are you telling her this?" Zhao Xiyan pouted and said, "If you want to eat, eat. If you don't want to eat, take your dime and go out to find food."

"You are the one who finds food."

After He Yushui glared at him, she blushed and said, "Thank you, brother Zhao..."

"Eat, eat."

Zhao Xiyan waved his hand and was too lazy to pay attention to her.

He Yushui got the order and immediately started to eat voraciously.

"Look how hungry this girl is."

Qin Huairu patted her back with some concern and said softly, "Yushui, eat slowly, if it's not enough, there's more in the kitchen..."

"Thank you, Sister Qin."

He Yushui's tears kept falling as she ate.

"Fifteen years old, did your sister Qin's cooking make you cry?"

Zhao Xiyan's words made He Yushui burst into laughter immediately.

Qin Huairu was also a little amused and patted him.

"Stop talking nonsense, or she will choke her..."

"Okay, drink."

Zhao Xiyan raised his glass and clinked it with hers.

He Yushui lowered her head to eat, but her ears perked up to listen to the two people talking.

"Xiao Zhao, let's go back on Saturday, stay at home for one night, and come back on Sunday."

"You arrange it."

Zhao Xiyan chuckled, "But it's not appropriate to bring two bottles of Erguotou..."

"We're going to see my parents, you can't interfere." Qin Huairu glared.

"Okay, whatever you want."

Zhao Xiyan spread his hands helplessly.

He Yushui looked at the way the two of them got along, and couldn't help but wonder secretly.

Didn't Zhao Xiyan say that Qin Huairu was a servant? How come the two of them seemed to get along well, and... Zhao Xiyan was also very obedient.

After the three of them had dinner.

He Yushui hurriedly began to clean the table. Even if Qin Huairu didn't want her to help, she insisted on wiping the table and washing the dishes.

After washing the dishes, she started to sweep the backyard with a broom.

Zhao Xiyan sat in the backyard, looked at He Yushui and said, "Fifteen years old..."

"Don't call me fifteen years old." He Yushui glared.

"It sounds nice."

Zhao Xiyan took out a lollipop and threw it to her, "If you don't have food at home in the future, come to your sister Qin..."

"Hmm."

He Yushui held the lollipop and looked at him in disbelief.

Everyone said Zhao Xiyan was a bastard, why did she feel differently?

"Your brother Zhao is right." Qin Huairu chuckled, "If you don't have food in the future, come to my house, we won't have too many chopsticks... You are growing up now, you can't be hungry."

If it was before, she would definitely refuse.

But since Zhao Xiyan gave her money, her concept has changed a lot.

Men have ability, women have confidence.

Who is born to be a stingy person? They are all afraid of poverty.

He Yushui didn't say anything, just looked at Zhao Xiyan with her big black eyes, then dumped the garbage into the bucket and ran out.

"What's wrong with her?" Qin Huairu asked curiously.

"I guess she was moved to tears by you." Zhao Xiyan joked.

"Hateful..."

Qin Huairu turned around and locked the door, and then closed the curtains.

Zhao Xiyan looked at her flushed face and immediately realized that something was wrong. Was this guy going to "take advantage of the alcohol to commit a crime"?

Thinking of this, he ran towards the toilet.

But Qin Huairu had expected him to run away, so she threw him directlyFell to the ground.

"Qin Huairu, it's still daylight."

"Fuck, help me."

"I'll take it off myself, be gentle... um."

...

The next day.

Early morning.

Zhao Xiyan held his aching waist and slowly sat up.

Qin Huairu had already cooked two bowls of instant noodles and placed them on the table.

She saw Zhao Xiyan got up, so she brought a basin of water in to wash his face and body.

The weather was too hot.

After Zhao Xiyan got up and brushed his teeth, he sat at the dining table.

Looking at the instant noodles, he couldn't help but sigh.

"What's wrong? No appetite?" Qin Huairu said in surprise.

Instant noodles are the most delicious thing she has ever eaten, even better than jelly.

"Next time I'll eat white flour, can you eat instant noodles?" Zhao Xiyan said helplessly.

"Xiao Zhao, don't save it for me..." Qin Huairu said softly.

"I didn't save it for you." Zhao Xiyan said seriously, "I don't like instant noodles, I really don't like it..."

Qin Huairu stared at him for a while, and her tone became gentler, "Eat it, dear..."

"Qin Huairu, I..."

"Stop it, eat quickly."

...

After Zhao Xiyan finished the instant noodles with a helpless look on his face, he sighed bitterly.

Compound.

Qin Huairu finally pushed the bicycle out under Zhao Xiyan's strict request.

"Qin Huairu, your husband doesn't ride a bicycle, but you rode it first." Yan Bugui said sarcastically.

"That's right, Lao Jia is dead, but you are still alive and well, aren't you?" Zhao Xiyan chuckled.

Puff!

Qin Huairu couldn't help laughing.

"Zhao Xiyan, don't make trouble so early in the morning." Yan Bugui glared.

"Aren't you the one who made trouble first?" Zhao Xiyan pouted.

"You..."

Yan Bugui was so angry that he almost died.

"By the way, Uncle San, you'd better ask Aunt San and Yan Jiecheng to help me clean up the front yard, otherwise..."

Zhao Xiyan lit a cigarette.

"What else?" Yan Jiecheng, who was sitting under the eaves, said angrily.

"Otherwise I will go to your father's unit to make trouble. If he loses his job, your whole family will starve to death."

Bang!

Yan Jiecheng's hand shook and the bowl fell to the ground.

Pah!

After Aunt San slapped him in the face, she picked up the bowl with great pain.

Damn beast, this bowl has a hole, make a mark, and give it to Yan Jiecheng in the future.