70s Xiao Que Xing

Chapter 29 Framing
Father Xie heard Xie Xiaonian talk about food stamps, and felt that Xie Xiaonian had seen through his thoughts, and felt very uncomfortable.

However, in order to show that he was really generous yesterday, rather than deliberately not giving the food stamps, Father Xie coughed and said: "I forgot about the food stamps yesterday, since you bought the hair rope with the money, forget it. You can’t spend money like this in the future, it’s not easy to earn money at home, you understand?”

"Father, it's not that I want to spend money to buy hair ropes. It's mainly because my elder sister borrowed my hair ropes and never returned them. I really didn't have any hair ropes, so I bought them with my meal money!" Xie Xiaonian replied.

"Well, it's normal for a little girl to borrow things from home, let's go eat." Father Xie said indifferently, completely ignoring what Xie Xiaonian said.

"That's right, it's just a hair rope, there's nothing to worry about." Wu Lihua also stood aside and twitched her lips to help.

Xie Xiaonian saw that Father Xie only taught him to spend money to buy a new hair rope, and completely ignored what Li Zhi did, so he gained a new understanding of Father Xie's partiality.

But because she didn't have any hope in the first place, Xie Xiaonian didn't feel that there was anything to be sad about. Unlike the original owner, she yearned for Xie's father's love and care.

As for Wu Lihua, she directly chose to ignore it.

But Li Zhi was afraid that Xie Xiaonian would reveal the matter about the clothes, so she didn't dare to answer.

The next day, Xie Xiaonian got up early according to the memory of the original owner, and after receiving food from Wu Lihua for 3 days as usual, he started cooking for the first time since time travel.

Although Xie Xiaonian has the memory of the original owner, but because he has to cook as well as fire, he stumbles and waits for Xie's father to come back from the private plot before he can cook.

If it was the original owner, the house and yard should have been cleaned by now, but cleaning is not her job now, and she is already very satisfied if she can prepare meals on time.

Seeing that everyone had come back, Xie Xiaonian immediately filled the porridge and put it on the stove, then put a bowl of pickles on the chopping board, and waited for Wu Lihua to finish distributing the corn buns before eating.

After Wu Lihua entered the kitchen, she picked up the dustpan containing cornbreads as usual and started counting.

She counted twice before she was sure that she did not make a mistake. There were only 36 steamed corn buns, which happened to be the daily amount of a family. One was not too much and the other was not too much. Usually, the daily food she took out could steam about 40. Today there are only 36.

Wu Lihua felt that she had caught Xie Xiaonian's stealing, so she wanted to take the opportunity to punish Xie Xiaonian and let her realize that she could not escape from her own grasp.So immediately took the dustpan to the yard.

"Xiao Nian, come here, you still have enough to eat and drink at home, and you dare to steal corn buns. There is a saying that you must guard against everything, and house thieves are hard to guard against. If you want to eat corn buns, just tell me. It's the stepmother, but someday you will lose your food, so why steal it!" Wu Lihua felt that she had taken advantage of it today, and said in a loud voice.

"I didn't steal the steamed buns from home!" Xie Xiaonian saw that Wu Lihua had framed her for stealing food, and the villagers on the road stopped to watch because of her yelling, so she hurried forward and defended in a low voice.

"You still dare to quibble. Obviously, the food I give you can make at least 40 corn buns a day. I used to make so much, but today there are only 36. You made the breakfast, and you are in the kitchen, right? Who else could you steal, could it be that the mouse took it away!" After speaking, he pretended not to admit to Xie Xiaonian's stealing, with a distressed look on his face.

(End of this chapter)