At dinner time, Zhang Mingzhu felt that her feet hurt and was unwilling to go downstairs to go back to the farmhouse for dinner. She pouted and said in a pouting manner: "What's the good food there? Not a lot of people crowded with people? Usually, the portion of a dish can be made into two servings to fool customers. The white rice must be snatched from people. It's useless to yell there, so many people. Besides, it's all their fault for us to live here. They want to compensate us!"

After all, it was to ask the farmhouse people to add a few dishes to compensate them, and let the farmhouse send the food to them like a greeting the president. She Zhang Mingzhu's foot hurts and she doesn't have to go downstairs, just so happens.

What my sister-in-law said, both Jasmine and Chen Qiaoli agreed and said, "Okay, okay, this is what it should be."

"Dad, my aunt's feet hurt, my feet hurt. Mom's shoes are all dirty and I don't want to go out. Dad, do you want to go out alone to bring us food?"

My wife, children, and sister are unwilling to leave. Why is Mr. Zhang willing to be a coolie alone? I think he has been working as a coolie since he started traveling. He has been working as a coolie. He packs everything. He supports his sister, carry his wife, carry his daughter, and holds his suitcase. Now, delivers food?

He is not a slave!

"I went downstairs to borrow a phone call and told the farmhouse." Mr. Zhang said that he had to throw the arduous task of delivering food to the people in the farmhouse.

The two women and a child seemed to have not heard what he said, and they were wandering around in the small room of the Bai family. The room of the Bai family was clean and tidy, with small flower pots on the table. In their eyes, this place was many times better than the farmhouse, and the mood was full of emotions like the petty bourgeois emotions of the rich family in the Shanghai Mansion.

Jasmine held a pen on the table, and even a pen was parked. The metallic luster on the surface of the pen was very delicious. A stack of letter paper was placed under the pen, old-fashioned letter paper. When Jasmine was playing with the pen, her mother and aunt did not stop her. Her mother and aunt were even discussing: If you come to play again next time, you must not go to a farmhouse that specializes in slaughtering people. You have to live in this house.

When did the Bai family become an inn for guests in the eyes of them?

Hello, don't make up for it automatically.

Bai Lu thought about the quality of this group of people, and didn't know if she would easily move the things in the house. When her father first asked them to go upstairs, he did not go to the room to check it first. Bai Jianye usually cleaned up the room, and came in to live when there were guests or when his family came, so he didn't check it. Of course, he also didn't know how good the quality of Chen Qiaoli and the others was.

Having become more thoughtful, Bai Lu knocked on the door and walked into the guest room. At first glance, she saw Jasmine playing with the pen her father placed on the table.

She guessed it.

Bai Lu hurried over.

Her father placed these pens, ink and paper on the table, which may be based on the mood of scholars, and his children and his guests are scholars, so he will use these things well.

It wasn't like Jasmine holding a pen to do parabolic movement. The poor pen was tossed by this little girl and she had done acrobatics on the ground for countless times. But her mother and aunt watched her play like this and watched it enjoy themselves.

Bai Lu walked over and packed everything on the table, including other things her father could see in the room, and quickly packed it up and prepared to move it away.

Chen Qiaoli and others felt it was strange that they didn't say hello after seeing her coming in. When they saw her reaching out to pack a few broken letter papers, they couldn't help but get angry.

"You said she is your middle school classmate?" Zhang Mingzhu asked.

"Yes." Chen Qiaoli's tone was sour and cold.

Didn’t Bai Lu show off her face in front of her classmate?

Zhang Mingzhu bit her ear in a low voice: "Did your class say she is very stingy?"

The volume is loud enough that Bai Lu can hear it.

The sister-in-law and sister-in-law thought that now, Sister Bai Lu should blush.

But Sister Bai Lu's face was not blushing or breathing, she only focused on packing up the things she should take away. She turned to look at the Parker pen thrown in Jasmine's hand and said, "When you came here to live, the people from the farmhouse told us that if you damage anything here, they would not be responsible and you will compensate yourself."

Compensation is required for damage to public property. What's the point? Isn't it just a broken fountain pen?

Chen Qiaoli and others didn't care.

"How much does a pen cost now? Jasmine, tell my aunt." Zhang Mingzhu instigated her little niece.

"It doesn't take ten dollars." Jasmine said complacently, "My classmate just bought one before. I bought it in a stationery store, but it doesn't cost ten dollars. I spend 1,000 yuan a month, so I can buy 100 such pens."

Zhang Mingzhu looked at Sister Bai Lu with cold eyes: Did you hear it? Common sense that children know, you don’t have to scare people anymore.

Sister Bai Lu remained silent: "This pen is now worth 50,000 or 60,000 yuan in the market collection industry."

What?!

Her father Bai Jianye usually likes only the hobbies left to collect antiques. Bai Jianye, who started collecting when he was young, can imagine the family background of collecting. Bai Jianye didn't take such a pen that can be sold for 50,000 or 60,000 yuan per piece, so he generously took it out to enjoy it with his husband and relatives. However, Bai Jianye believed that friends and family had this quality, could appreciate and play with it, rather than playing with it like a child like Jasmine, who had 50,000 yuan or 60,000 yuan as a cheap product that cost less than ten yuan.

"You, are you bluffing? Do you want to blackmail us?" Zhang Mingzhu stared hard, not believing it.

Bai Lu said slowly: "I have to have evidence to bluff people. Maybe when you break this pen, I will take out the expert's appraisal book for you to see. This is a fountain pen from the Republic of China period, and it is a fountain pen played with by a famous artist. Even if you are blind, you should see some traces left by the years on the pen."

Zhang Mingzhu reached out and snatched the pen from her niece's hand. After taking a closer look, she found that the metallic luster of the pen was indeed not like the pens sold in stationery stores now. She took the pen cover and exposed the golden pen tip that looked like a gilded pen. Zhang Mingzhu was frightened and her palm shook.

The moment the pen fell, Chen Qiaoli, who had been watching each other, rushed over to catch it in a panic. This precious pen did not really fall to the ground.

If they were asked to pay 50,000 or 60,000 yuan for a pen, it hurts!

Jasmine looked at her mother and aunt's movements interestingly, and put her little hands behind her back and said, "Auntie, I didn't even fall. You want to break it. If it breaks, it will be 50,000 or 60,000!"

"Go and go." Zhang Mingzhu blushed and handed the pen cover to Chen Qiaoli. It was so hot, this pen.

After Chen Qiaoli panickedly covered the pen cover with her pen, she held it with her hands and returned it to Sister Bai Lu, but she didn't want to lose someone on her mouth, saying, "Secretary Bai, since this pen is worth 50,000 or 60,000, how can you put it on the table casually?"

In their opinion, such a pen should be locked in the safe. They didn't know if they broke it, and they should not blame them. Who asked the Bai family to place valuable things at will?

Sister Bai Lu glanced at the group of shameless people: "The guests who come to our house have never played pens as balls, even three-year-olds don't have one."

Jasmine slowed down half a beat and asked her aunt and mother in confusion: "I am seven years old, why did she say I am three years old?"

Chen Qiaoli reached out and patted her daughter's stupid head: People say that you are not as good as three years old as seven years old.

After packing up the things, Sister Bai Lu didn't want to talk to the group of people, so she turned around and left. Chen Qiaoli suddenly stood up at this time and walked behind her and asked, "Is this really your house? Secretary Bai. I have never heard you mention it before. Isn't your relative in Baoding? Isn't you thinking your hometown is Baoding. It turns out that's not. Is that your father? You came back alone?"

He asked a lot of questions, and the uninformed people really thought that they were so familiar. Sister Bai Lu stood at the door, blocking Chen Qiaoli from following like a dog, and said, "What do you want to say?"

Chen Qiaoli was blocked by her words and her face turned red in an instant. She wanted to say that it was just a concern and greeting between classmates, but Sister Bai Lu's eyes were so sharp that she had already seen through her thoughts of finding fault.

You Bai Lu suddenly went back to your parents' home alone. Didn't you just suffer grievances at your husband's home?

What Chen Qiaoli has in her mind is the idea of ​​finding fault.

How beautiful is Bai Lu? If you are disliked by your husband, you can only go back to your parents' home. How could Chen Qiaoli be like her? The family is perfect? ​​Her husband even takes them out to play.

Sister Bai Lu was too lazy to explain to her a lot of things like Jun Ye, work, etc. Besides, why bother explaining to someone who is not a friend at all?

"You live here. My father and I regard it as sympathizing with your situation to take you in. If you still make trouble here, we are not an inn, so please find another place to live." After saying what Mr. Bai Lu wanted to say, he turned around and left.

Chen Qiaoli's face turned red because of her words. She looked at her back as she went down the stairs and shouted: "We are classmates!"

She Bailu has no such classmates!

When she walked down the stairs, she saw her father standing at the connection between the kitchen and the living room. Bai Lu looked down and could see Bai Jianye’s two eyebrows frowning lightly. The further she walked down, the louder the sound Bai Lu heard, and she realized why Bai Jianye frowned.

Since the phone had no signal, Mr. Zhang had to borrow the phone from the Bai family's living room to make a call in order to settle the score at the farmhouse. Now, Mr. Zhang quarreled with the farmhouse on the phone while making a phone call. Moreover, even if there was no noise, Mr. Zhang's voice was loud, as if he had never cared about what kind of occasion it was around him. A sound was like a cannon, and the whole building could vibrate up and down.

The Bai family likes quietness very much, and it can be said that they have almost zero tolerance for noise. But Bai Jianye does not like to stop such people because he knows that after he goes to say it, the other party will not only not accept it, but will also yell louder, as if he is revenge to him.

I would have known that I would not accept such guests. The rain will stop tomorrow, so let the group of people go down the mountain and leave quickly.

Bai Lu could clearly see this idea from her father's tolerant face.

"Dad." Bai Lu walked over, wiped her father's side and went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and said, "Will you fry a tomato tonight?"

No matter what, you have to eat for dinner. There is no need to be hungry for such people.

Bai Jianye was pulled back to his senses by his daughter's words, calmed down a little, went into the kitchen to help his daughter wash rice, put the washed rice into the rice cooker and cooked it: "I'm making three bowls of rice, is it enough? I'm enough to eat one bowl, you eat two bowls."

Bai Lu took out the chicken and some vegetables that her father had obviously started to thaw from the refrigerator and put it on the kitchen stove: "Okay."

Bai Jianye was standing in the kitchen, probably not very at ease with her cooking skills, so he stood watching her wash vegetables and cut meat.

Bai Lu skillfully picked off the yellowed vegetable leaves and the pureed vegetable roots, put them in a wash basin filled with water and scrubbed. After shaking it for two or two, it was put into another vegetable basket.

At the same time, the fire on the biogas stove had already ignited. Bai Lu put a whole chicken in a large pot and smoldered it, and only sprinkled some salt.

Bai Jianye saw that she could make one or two dishes at will without thinking too much, and he was surprised: "Are you cooking at home?"

"Well, Lu Jun is busy and often works overtime. Although he cooks better than me, I usually cook at home." Bai Lu did not take the opportunity to belittle her husband's cooking skills. He did whatever he did. He didn't have to be afraid of being embarrassed in front of his family. Besides, Jun Ye never complained after eating the food she cooked.

As for the little bun, I said I like the dishes made by my father more, but the dishes made by my mother are still eating them, so I don’t have to worry about not eating them. Therefore, her Bailu’s cooking skills are actually just inferior to her husband. Her husband is a chef that no one can compare to in the world. According to this logic, her Bailu’s cooking skills have been very good until now, and can even be said to be excellent.

Bai Jianye looked at his daughter's busy figure in the kitchen, turned around and pulled out a tissue from the paper tube placed on the refrigerator, handed it to his daughter to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and said, "You can tell that you are doing well."

Bai Lu can understand her father's words as she lives well in her husband's house. Her husband is very nice to her and her son is very nice to her.

Therefore, Bai Jianye didn't understand why she suddenly ran to the hometown of Bai's family alone. As Mr. Wan said, he was really afraid at first that she was tortured at her husband's house [31 Novel Network       Update Quickly], and then he had no choice but to run back to his hometown to ask for help. If this is the case, he had no choice. He had never been used to it and did not like to deal with family problems. His son Bai Zhe was much better than him in this regard. He could only call Bai Zhe to solve the problem.

Bai Lu pretended to be cooking seriously, but she couldn't find a breakthrough in her heart. How to ask her father for her past events?

In the living room, Mr. Zhang, who had a fight with the farmhouse, walked to the kitchen, reached into his head and asked their father and daughter: "Do you have any water to drink?"

Bai Jianye pointed to the water purifier outside.

Mr. Zhang said: "Don't there be freshly cooked boiling water? I heard that the local water here is the cleanest and has zero pollution. The spring water in the mountains here is called the Fairy Spring."

Bai Jianye endured it and pointed his finger at the mountain: "I have to find the Fairy Spring by myself."

Mr. Zhang retracted his head in disappointment, and his eyes looked at Bai Lu's graceful back.

The village phone number was not accessible to the outside world, so it could only connect to the inside line of the village. Baijia Village was disconnected from the outside world for a whole night.

Since Jun Ye received a call from his son at home to report his mother's disappearance, he has been calling Bai Lu's sister. He went home at five or six o'clock in the evening, but it was not connected.

I thought she might have been busy with work and couldn't answer the phone. Jun Ye waited until eight o'clock before calling again, but it still didn't work.

Xiao Baozi has been waiting for the omnipotent father to call her mother, waiting all the time, starting from the afternoon when she didn't call her mother. She waited and waited. During dinner in the evening, she looked at her father with silent little eyes in hope.

Jun Ye has never been under such great pressure.

In the heart and eyes of Baozi, Dad is God.

Jun Ye has always been a god at home, and he can solve anything like a god. However, this time his wife's phone suddenly broke, and he couldn't figure out what was going on and could not explain to his son.

Logically speaking, Sister Bai Lu is a superman, and Superman is omnipotent, but he just saves others without saving others. Jun Ye never doubts that something happened to Sister Bai Lu. Because with her status and status, when encountering danger, someone would help her. Last time her car broke down, and later, according to his inquiry, there were many people preparing to support him on the spot. After hearing this, he let it go a little. However, he did not forget to warn her not to show off her strength alone.

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