Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle Chapter 121 Can I cry for you to see?

Lin Ci: "You may not believe it, but Ling Sheng made potato noodles with mashed potatoes."
Mourning's eyes widened in an instant: "She made so many dishes by herself?"
Lin Ci: "She said that if she gave her materials, she could make a hundred and eight potato feasts for you."
Mourning: Damn, I miscalculated!
I originally wanted to see their jokes, but I didn’t expect that they all became the level of a state banquet chef, and I watched a fart joke!
Lin Ci was very optimistic, and laughed treacherously: "Don't you think this is more interesting, isn't there you can't eat anything over there?"
Mourning's eyes suddenly lit up, and he nodded thiefly, clapping his hands and applauded: "Yes, this is called the life control group!"
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At the end of the meal, Ling Sheng winked at Ji Fanchen and Shi Lingyu, put down the bowl and said, "I'm full, and I wash the pot and wash the dishes after I have eaten!"
Ji Fanchen understood, immediately put down the bowl and wiped his mouth slowly: "I'm full."
Shi Lingyu also put a bowl and swallowed the last bite of potatoes: "I'm full too!"
Cheng is also a half-year-old child. It was only when he was able to eat that he was half full. Seeing that his brothers and sisters had put down their bowls, they looked at half of his bowl of potato noodles with a dazed expression, which was just given by Sister Sheng Sheng. Sheng: You don't bring such bullies!
Ji Fanchen looked at his expression, smiled hard, and kept the high-cold upper immortal setting: "Xiaoye, hard work."
Ling Sheng and Shi Lingyu also got up and looked at him: "Xiao Ye, remember to place it according to the position after brushing."
Cheng Ye: Can I cry for you?
Mourning nodded very satisfied, yes, yes, there are signs of group bullying.
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Cheng Ye is a beautiful and white child, which makes people want to bully at first glance.
Ling Sheng didn't look at the appearance of the little fairy, no one had as many bad ideas in her stomach, and started bullying her brother.
The key is that she still has leadership skills and is the backbone of the team. Shi Ling Yu and Ji Fanchen don't think they are older than her, she will definitely let her not run away with anything they encounter.
Cheng also finished eating, tidied up his things and took it to the well to wash the dishes.
The well is still a water well, and it takes a lot of effort to pump water up.
Ji Fanchen walked over, grabbed the well rope, helped him carry the water out, and said with a smile: "Move over there, I'll help you."
With big eyes like black grapes, Cheng Ye looked at him gratefully, and was about to cry: "Brother Chen, you still treat me well."
Ji Fanchen's heart moved, frowning almost invisible, always feeling that this name sounds a bit... weird!
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Ling Sheng squatted and watched them do the dishes. Standing next to Shi Lingyu, he thought about the next plan: "We ate four catties of potatoes tonight, Xiao Ye ate half by himself, and Xiao Ye will dig potatoes tomorrow. For four hundred catties of potatoes, there should be no problem in one day."
Cheng also had a face in tears, and didn't dare to object, he was telling the truth, but he was hungry: "Okay."
Ji Fanchen said, "I'll go dig potatoes!"
"He's not going alone, I'll go with him, we two are digging potatoes, you and Sister Yu are at home waiting for the drop mission.
The most urgent task is to make money. This environment is not good. We have to live for half a month. In summer, there are no mosquito coils, no electric fans, no meat, no vegetables, no food, no food, no money, everything is required. . "Ling Sheng analyzed.
"I agree with Sheng Sheng." Shi Ling Yu raised his hand in agreement.
"Yeah." Ji Fanchen nodded.
Cheng Ye just wanted to say that I agree.
Ling Sheng said again: "Furthermore, Xiao is growing up and eating a lot, let's not starve him!"
Cheng didn't know whether he cared about him or disliked him for eating too much, washing the dishes silently, feeling bitter.