MTL - After Dressing Up As a Stepmother, I Transformed the Whole Family Into Working In the Fields-Chapter 272 Domestic violence in the last second
Seeing that Qin Yao didn't even mention sending Awang away, Liu Ji guessed that she must be satisfied.
Not afraid of death, he stepped forward and said with a smile: "Madam, I feel sorry for you. You are in charge of everything at home and abroad. I was afraid that you would be exhausted, so I brought Awang back."
Qin Yao signaled him not to be so flattering and told the truth, "You are looking for someone to do all the work you have to do."
Looking up at the deliberately rickety figure in the kitchen, Liu Ji asked Liu Ji to take back the straw mat that he had just put in the cowshed with the children and put it in the attic of the granary.
Liu Ji waved his hand: "You don't have to be so nice to him, the cowshed is enough for him to sleep in."
He yelled toward the kitchen: "Right, Awang?!"
A muffled voice came from the kitchen: "Yes."
Don't say it, don't say it, this person is not worthy of his appearance. I just saw Awang cooking with clumsy hands and feet, and thought he wouldn't cook it well. Unexpectedly, he cooked it casually, and it tasted very good.
The four children were all surprised.
The highest point of the attic is only 1.5 meters high. Adults have to bend down to move around inside, which can be said to be very depressing.
Liu Ji then let Awang go, who was looking helpless, and sent him to bring the food to the table.
Qin Yao reminded in a deep voice: "I have the final say in this family."
“Hiss~” Sucking in the cold air, Liu Ji stopped acting like a monster, gave Qin Yao a flattering smile, and sat down next to the children.
Qin Yao nodded politely and motioned for him to continue doing his work.
Liu Ji covered the back of his head and was stunned for a moment. Then he hurriedly glanced at Qin Yao, whose eyes were fixed on Awang, and vaguely noticed something.
"What are you doing? There are servants in the house now, and these jobs should be done by the servants."
He raised his foot and wanted to kick the extra one away. Qin Yao couldn't bear it anymore and slapped the plump back of the head, forcing her to do it!
Qin Yao replied to him: "I know."
Liu Ji became more and more angry as he looked at the attic. He threw the straw mat on the ground and ran back to his small room. He lay down with his eyes closed to express his dissatisfaction with Qin Yao's dictatorship.
Liu Ji quickly inhaled the food and glanced at Awang secretly several times. He asked with a bit of temptation in his strange expression, "You have such skills, why don't you go to work as a cook in a restaurant in town? Isn't it better than working as a cow and horse in my house?"
Liu Ji called Awang twice, but no one answered. Looking at Qin Yao's disdainful look when she turned around, her fists clenched.
There was a crisp sound of "Pa!", and Liu Ji's ghost scream suddenly started.
Awang put all the dishes on the table. The family of six were already hungry, so they picked up their chopsticks and started eating.
Dalang clicked his tongue twice, as if I knew this was going to happen, but you didn't want to listen.
Liu Jigang wanted to say that you are a bunch of unfilial sons, but he didn't even have time to breathe, and the remaining two good boys were gone in the blink of an eye.
Following closely behind Liu Ji, Awang, who was carrying dishes in both hands, was stunned by the sudden 'domestic violence' incident. In addition, Liu Ji's ghostly screams resounded throughout the courtyard. He subconsciously took a big step back. A large bowl of vegetable soup shook slightly in my hand, causing ripples to form.
Qin Yao, who was washing her face in the main room, also looked over in surprise. She didn't expect that the person Liu Ji picked up had such skills.
Dalang directly pushed his three younger brothers and sisters out, "Have you forgotten what grandma taught us? Do your own thing. Do you want to be punished?"
Awang stood up immediately, lowered his head slightly, and responded again: "I understand, madam."
But he only dared to argue in a low voice, "I brought him back."
But compared to the cowshed, this place is clean and has no smell. There are windows in the attic, and the light is very good when opened. Although I can't stand upright, my upper body does not feel depressed at all when I sit on the ground. The treatment is completely different.
Qin Yao asked in the main room: "I'm hungry, why don't you serve me food?"
It didn’t spill?
Liu Ji was startled.
The four Dalangs walked in consciously, and it became a habit. They took the bowls and chopsticks by themselves, but Liu Ji stopped them:
Liu Ji silently shouted to the sky: Ahhhhh!
Taking a deep breath, and then another, I suppressed my suffocation, turned around and went to the livestock shed, took back the straw mat, and spread it on the attic floor of the warehouse.
Liu Ji felt that his eyes were empty, his energy and blood were surging, and he barely survived. "It smells so good!" the four ladies stood at the door of the kitchen and said in surprise.
While he was still angry, four little heads appeared on top of his bed like a stack of Arhats.
Having said this, the people in the kitchen obviously paused, then put down the spatula in their hands, turned around, and glanced at the stunned Liu Ji under his messy hair. Without hesitation, he knelt down again and looked at Qin Yao responded solemnly: "I understand, madam."
Erlang, Sanlang, and Si Niang looked at Awang in confusion, and then looked at Liu Ji in confusion.
Liu Ji: "." His silence was deafening!
Qin Yao was too lazy to look at his gnashing of teeth and glanced in the direction of the backyard, "Aren't you going?"
Erlang was not so polite, and stabbed his father in the heart and lungs, "Dad, I told you not to make your own decisions first. You don't believe me. Now it's okay. I've made my mother angry again. What good do you think this will do to you?" "
Awang shook his head and replied: "No."
After a moment, it stabilized, and not a drop of soup spilled over the edge of the bowl.
Liu Ji didn't believe it. He must have eaten secretly. He had been hungry for so long. How could he endure seeing so many delicious foods?
Awang was a little shocked. Unexpectedly, the old man who brought him back with such a friendly face suddenly changed his face.
"Does it smell good?" Liu Ji got up from the bed at some point, rushed into the kitchen, walked around the dishes on the chopping board, and commented, "I don't think it's good, the eggs are all fried. , Why is there still a missing corner here? Are you kidding behind our back, Ah Wang?"
Qin Yao got up and came to the door of the main room and said to Awang in the kitchen: "If you want to stay, you must find out who you want to be loyal to. Don't admit the wrong person or hug the wrong person. Nothing will be left behind by then." ”
Liu Ji walked in and counted, seven stools?
Qin Yao: “I don’t like talking to others with my head down.”
Saburo and Si Niang looked at each other. They smelled the aroma of food coming from the kitchen and ran away.
The whole person is very submissive.
Only then did the Erlang brother and sister suddenly realize that they were almost taken into the sewer by their father. They quickly hugged the bowls and chopsticks in their hands, entered the main room steadily, set up stools, sat down on their respective seats, and waited for everyone to join in. It's time to eat.
He was obviously the one who brought this person back, but in the end, he couldn’t handle it, and even had to lay mats for a slave. Qin Yao, you vicious woman, don’t bully others too much!
Although there was a seat, Awang did not go to the table. He squatted by the door with an empty bowl, waiting for the family of six to eat before he ate. His stomach had been growling for a long time, but he couldn't bear to look at it. Look more.
Liu Ji had only seen this kind of anti-human determination in the evil woman Qin Yao, and he felt that things were not simple.
Shaking his head, he suddenly felt that the slap he received was not in vain. The evil woman was trying to hurt him.
