That night, Ye Qingqing was worried and did not sleep in a daze until the early morning, and was still dreaming.

She dreamed of her mother Xu Yali. Xu Yali's beautiful face was very blurry, as if she was covered with a veil, and she happily threw herself into Xu Yali's arms like she was when she was a child.

The mother's arms in the dream are as warm as in my memory, and have a faint fragrance of snow cream. It is the brand that Xu Yali likes to wipe, and it smells very nice.

But Ye Qingqing only asked one question, "Who is Gu Nianci?"

Xu Yali disappeared and no longer fell asleep.

Ye Qingqing's head hurts when she didn't sleep well at night. Fortunately, she is young and can't sleep well all night. She just has a scary dark circles, which seriously affects her beauty.

Ye Qingqing picked in the closet for a long time, and it was all red skirts, and there was no other color at all.

Now she is no longer as stubborn as before. Red is of course her favorite, but she also wants to try other colors. If she wears one color every day, she will feel tired of visual experience.

Ye Qingqing chose a pink long skirt with a very fresh color. There were a few small white flowers on the hem. She matched a white shirt with a simple knot tied on the hem, which turned into a waist-hugging one.

Turning around in front of the mirror, the clothes were beautiful and the people were even more beautiful. Ye Qingqing was very satisfied.

She planned to buy some more clothes, and then go out to pull some cloth, so that Lin Shufang can do it. Lin Shufang has a very clever hand, knitting sweaters, hooking tablecloths, hooking hats, clothes, shoes, bags, etc., making clothes is no problem.

Ye Qingqing felt that women of Lin Shufang's age were almost all skillful, and women Hong was good at cooking, and Shen Yanhong was the same. Her craftsmanship was no worse than Lin Shufang.

Although she doesn't like Shen Yanhong, she has to admit that Shen Yanhong has a very clever hand.

In the kitchen, Shen Yanhong was busy making breakfast. The weather was hot, so she could sweat all over when she made breakfast. Shen Yanhong cooked mung bean porridge last night, put it under the fan to cool it, then cooked eggs, and steamed a large basin of buns made from the canteen.

Ye Qingqing peeled an egg, didn't eat it, and kept rolling under her eyes.

Shen Yanhong felt a toothache, and an egg cost five cents!

"Qingqing, why are you doing with eggs? Don't waste it!" Shen Yanhong couldn't help but say.

"I haven't had a good sleep, I have dark circles." Ye Qingqing changed the egg to one eye and continued to roll. The white and tender egg had changed color.

"Can you get rid of dark circles after a few rounds of eggs? This is the first time I heard about it."

Shen Yanhong didn't believe it at all. She felt that Ye Qingqing was just trying to waste food and fucked her.

She cooks eggs according to the number of people, one per person, two Ye Hua, and Ye Qingqing has wasted one now. She will definitely rob her son's eggs to eat. This stinky girl is so bad.

"You haven't heard of many things!"

Ye Qingqing retorted, she had rolled her eyes and felt much more comfortable. She threw the eggs on the table, and the eggs rolled over her eyes would definitely not be eaten.

Shen Yanhong was choked and the egg on the table made her eyes hurt even more. The egg was thrown away as soon as she said that, and the dead girl deliberately defeated her home!

"The egg is not good, why don't you eat it?" Shen Yanhong said deliberately.

Ye Qingqing picked up the dirty egg, handed it to Shen Yanhong, and said sincerely: "For you to eat!"

Shen Yanhong's chest rolled, she turned her head away, and she didn't have to eat breakfast if she continued to look.

Ye Qingqing snorted softly, put the egg back on the table, and peeled another egg. Chen Yanhong's heart was pricked, and she held back and stopped talking, so as not to make herself angry.
Chapter completed!