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MTL - The Vicious Widow Widow Dressed As the Male Lead of Farming Fields-Chapter 4 Help
Chapter 4 Help
Liang Yi looked at the man's upright posture, and the flour in his arms slipped to the ground.
It wasn't sprinkled, but when she knelt down to pick it up, the seasoning packet was scattered all over the floor again, a little embarrassed.
"I don't want to get along with you." Liang Yi said.
The original owner is an orphan girl who suffered a catastrophe before she was ten years old. She doesn't remember the origin, let alone where her parents and siblings are. cost-effective.
Besides, with two ready-made babies in hand, being a mother directly saves a lot of steps in the middle, isn't it good?
Through the gauze, Zhou Zhongming saw the image of the woman squatting on the ground picking up things. Although it was a little blurry, she could clearly see how much she cherished the food on the ground.
Oh, fine noodles, Yuanyuan can't even eat an egg, she secretly hid the fine grains, the two children can't see, and he is "blind", this sister-in-law seems to be living a good life.
"Zhong Ming's words will not change. When my sister-in-law thinks it through, she will come to me."
He will find a way to make this woman automatically ask for peace and divorce.
Liang Yi listened to the coldness in the words, shivered all over, and nestled into the kitchen cowardly.
Kneading noodles and cutting noodles, Liang Yi learned how his mother made noodles in his memory, step by step, when suddenly there was a chaotic sound outside, especially Zhou An'an's screaming was very obvious.
Throwing the noodle cutter, Liang Yi subconsciously rushed out.
Mrs. Chen was standing in the yard with a young and delicate woman, shouting helplessly. Zhou Yuanyuan, who had looked better just now, was covered in red rashes, and she fell into Zhou Zhongming's arms, breathing in more air and exhaling less, as if the doll in the next moment It will be gone.
Liang Yi's mind was buzzing with alarm bells, and two words popped out: allergies.
There is a basket of eggs on the table, and a bitten egg is scattered on the floor.
"Yuanyuan? Yuanyuan!" Zhou Zhongming was so anxious that he was about to rush out with the child in his arms regardless of his injuries.
"Stop!" Liang Yi untied her apron, grabbed Zhou Yuanyuan from Zhou Zhongming's arms, and laid it on the ground in the yard.
"Oh, hurry up and find a doctor! Sister-in-law of the Zhou family, don't fool around! This child seems to be dying!" Chen yelled from the side.
"I'm afraid the fever is cured and the illness is not cured!" Chen looked at Zhou Zhongming's eyes that were about to kill someone in the next moment, and felt very happy.
It would be best if this doll died because of Liang Yi, and then Zhou Zhongming divorced the vixen for her brother, so that she could find a way to get He Xiang to marry Zhou Zhongming.
I heard that he came back from the battlefield with a reward of five hundred taels! That's five hundred taels. If I can become his mother-in-law, how happy life will be!
Liang Yi was glad that he had learned first aid. He urgently cleaned up the half egg yolk stuck in the child's throat, and gave mouth-to-mouth artificial respiration.
Fortunately, her breathing came back, otherwise if she pressed her heart and lungs, Zhou Zhongming probably thought she was going to kill the child.
"Ouch, oh my god, it turned out to be stuck. Seeing that you don't give the child eggs on weekdays, the child almost choked to death."
Mr. Chen patted her chest, and just about to sigh, Liang Yi slapped her on the face along with the wind.
Liang Yi used so much strength that he almost couldn't stand up after the beating. The severe pain in her chest, like a drill bit, caused her forehead to be covered with cold sweat in an instant.
She endured the pain, turned her head and yelled at Zhou Zhong: "Idiot! If he is allergic to egg yolk, if he eats one more bite, he will die, you know!"
Looking at Zhou Zhongming, Liang Yi reprimanded: "You let the child eat whatever she gives you? Has your brain been kicked by a pig?"
(end of this chapter)