Picking Up a General is Good For Farming

The clothes she wore were specially made for her by her mother before she got married.

When she was cooking, she wore an apron to avoid oil stains splashing on her.

I didn't expect that today would be ruined by a naughty kid.

Although she has a good temper, she is not always angry.

"Why did you splash oil on me on purpose?" Luo Yaer asked.

Han Yingjie glanced at Luo Ya'er and then turned his attention to Mrs. Han.

Han Yingjie curled his lips and said, "Nai, I didn't mean it!"

Seeing Han Yingjie's aggrieved look, Mrs. Han couldn't help but scold Luo Ya'er, "Why are you being mean to the child? I didn't mean to do it to you."

"Milk, I..."

There was nothing wrong with her. It was Han Yingjie who was obviously wrong, but why did Mrs. Han sound like she was wrong?

"What are you doing? You said that as a child eating with your hands, you accidentally soiled your clothes, and you said that you are such a grown-up, and you still argue with a child!"

Tears rolled in Luo Yaer's eyes.

Luo Yaer said nothing.

I guess if she retorted, she would be scolded!

Luo Yaer lowered her head to eat.

Han Yingjie smiled proudly and stretched out his hand. When he was about to get another lobster to eat, Father Han knocked his hand.

"Eat with chopsticks!" Father Han said.

"Master~"

Seeing that Father Han still had a straight face, Han Yingjie looked at Mrs. Han again.

"Old man, it's hard to peel off this shell, let Ying Jie use your hands!"

"What kind of hands do you use? What do you say to a child like this? Let him get used to it, and he will use his hands to eat in the future!" Father Han said in a hurry.

Seeing Father Han's dark face, Han Yingjie didn't want to offend Father Han. He thought about eating lobster again, so he had to pick up the chopsticks obediently.

"Milk, I still want to eat!" Han Yingjie handed the empty bowl to Mrs. Han.

"Daughter-in-law Ying Xiao, go and get Ying Jie a bowl of rice!" Mrs. Han directed.

Luo Yaer responded, stood up, and prepared to serve Han Yingjie a meal.

Seeing Luo Ya'er coming in with the rice, Han Yingjie let out a sigh and jumped down from the stool.

"Ying Jie, what are you doing?" Old Mrs. Han asked.

"Milk, I'll pick up the food!" Han Yingjie said with a smile.

There was a hint of calculation in his eyes.

Han Yingjie ran down and bumped into Luo Yaer's stomach.

Luo Yaer suddenly fell to the ground.

"It hurts~" Luo Ya'er held her stomach and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Mrs. Han snorted coldly, "You are really delicate, didn't you just get hit by a child? Pretend, what are you pretending to do!"

Father Han glared at Mrs. Han and said something ridiculous.

Father Han came over and quickly helped Luo Yaer up. "Wife-in-law Ying Xiao, how are you? Are you okay?"

"Master, my stomach hurts..."

"Daughter-in-law Ying Xiao..." Father Han suddenly panicked.

"What are you doing standing there in a daze? Go find a doctor quickly!" said Father Han.

Mrs. Han glanced at Luo Ya'er on the ground, and she didn't seem to be lying.

The layer of cold sweat on my head is not fake.

This little bitch has to trouble her to run errands.

"Go quickly!" Father Han urged again?

"Go, go, don't you want to go? What's the rush?" Old Mrs. Han muttered displeasedly.

The noise from Luo Yaer's side made the fifth and second sons of the Han family come out.

Pan saw Luo Ya'er on the ground and ran over quickly, "Dad, what happened to Ya'er?"

Father Han frowned and said, "My stomach hurts. Could it be that I'm going to have a miscarriage?"