Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

  Huang Zhenxing rubbed his little head, smiled and gently supported his shoulders upstairs.

   "The word bad guy is a bit too serious. She just doesn't read enough books, doesn't think things through enough, and it's easy to be misunderstood."

  Wang Qingshan hummed and went up the steps.

   "Why don't we rural people read less? You are smart!"

  Huang Zhenxing winked at Wang Shuai, who was like a little adult, and whispered to him in a low voice.

   "Your grandfather is angry, and you're going to be a sandwich cookie when you go back. Are you on your grandfather's side this time, or your parents' side?"

   "Don't let people hear you when you talk behind your back!" Wang Qingshan turned around and scolded, glaring at Huang Zhenxing.

  Huang Zhenxing Pippi smiled, picked up the two bags in his hand and shook it at Wang Shuai.

   "Smell, what a delicious melon! It's so delicious! Even your grandfather was bought by this melon, and he was angry with his own son for eating melon."

   "Would you like to try it? There are only these three. If you want to eat it, you have to go to the village to buy it. Originally, it was supposed to be delivered to your door every day, but it is probably yellow."

  Wang Shuai sniffed the sweetness that could not be isolated from the bag, and his eyes lit up.

   "It doesn't matter, the day after tomorrow is Sunday. If Uncle Huang wants to eat, I can accompany you to buy it. Buy more and tell my grandfather to eat as much as he wants."

   Huang Zhenxing was so happy to rub his head again, and he was already on the third floor.

   "The little clever ghost is also a glutton. But this time you picked the right one again. It's definitely worth it to make a special trip for this melon! It's not wrong to spend a little more money."

  Wang Shuai rolled his round eyes, went in to change his shoes, and politely greeted the uncles in the room one by one.

  Wang Qingshan sullenly went over to take away the plate of melons that had just been cut on the coffee table.

   "You don't care about our country things, so don't let this get in your way, so you don't have to go back and eat and get your mouth dirty!"

   said, turning back and staring at Huang Zhenxing, who was smiling.

   "Zhenxing, you put my melon, it's mine, no one wants to eat it!"

  Huang Zhenxing hurriedly put on a terrified face and hugged his melon tightly as if protecting his food.

   "Master, there is one of me here, you can't be greedy!"

   Seeing that he knew the goods, Wang Qingshan calmed down a little and asked his grandson to go to the restaurant with a slower expression.

   "Xiao Baolai, grandpa will give you something to eat. Those golden nobles don't have any good food, so they saved it!"

  Wang Shuai looked at the helpless expressions of his parents and went to wash his hands obediently.

   "Dad, look why your temper is coming again? Isn't it just a few melons..."

   "Isn't it just a few melons?" Wang Qingshan interrupted his son's words with a beard blowing his eyes, looking like an unreasonable mess.

"I've been planting melons for decades, you really think I've never eaten melons? Is this an ordinary melon? A typical melon can be sold for fifty cents apiece? Even if others dare to speak up, I'm not stupid, I am. The kind of idiot that people want money and I give it for nothing?"

  Wang Qingshan asked a series of rhetorical questions, and his voice gradually rose.

   "Dad, don't be angry, be careful with your blood pressure." Yu Ge was worried about her father-in-law's body and hurriedly persuaded with a smile.

   "If you like to eat melons, ask Xiao Cui to buy them for you! It's not worth being angry about this, it seems that we are not filial."

   "You misunderstood. We don't like that Su Haitang because she has a bad personality, has a sinister intention, and cannot communicate with her. You calm down, but you are just an outsider who sells melons. I think she is angry with you."

  The anger on Wang Qingshan's face subsided, and he asked quietly.

   "Poor character? Sinister intentions? How did you come up with such a serious comment? A good word is warm in winter, and a bad word hurts in June. Haoming, I taught you."