Chapter Five Hundred and Eighty Seventh Sent to Brush the Toilet

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Chapter five hundred and eighty seventh sent to brush the toilet

"Do you want to be my mother, or does she want to be my mother." An An put her arms around her chest, although she was shorter than the people in the room, she was full of momentum.

Such a sentence blocked Aunt Bo's request.

Mrs. Qing bit her silver teeth. Of course, she wants to recognize An An as her daughter. Her daughter is more beautiful than the three daughters of the Crown Princess. When she is good-looking, she will be able to form a good marriage. , to benefit Xiaocheng and herself.

"Aunt Bo, give me a demonstration first, and I'll make it myself later. I'm An An's mother, so it's okay to cook something for the children." Mrs. Qing smiled gently on her face, and her heart was like playing a drum. are not very good at cooking on the stove.

Gu Chunzhu and An An are cooking snacks for themselves, while Aunt Bo is teaching Mrs. Qing how to fry spring rolls.

When Aunt Bo was making it, there was still a sizzling sound in the oil pan, and the spring rolls were fragrant after a while, but An An didn't even look at the spring rolls.

Mrs. Qing had to bite the bullet and make a few soft flour dumplings, which were not spring rolls.

When it was fried in the oil pan, she let out a scream.

"Ah!" The crackling oil splashed, because there was still water on the chopsticks that Mrs. Qing used to fry the spring rolls, and the water started to boil as soon as it met the oil.

With tears in her eyes, she stretched out her hand to An An and cried, "If you are uneasy, you can eat the spring rolls made by Aunt Bo. You see, my mother's hand is hot, it hurts."

An An saw only a small red dot splashed by You Xingzi on Mrs. Qing's hand, which was nothing compared to Gu Chunzhu's fried salted crispy chicken.

She said with a cold face: "I can't even make a spring roll, so I just want to be my mother..."

Before An An finished speaking, Gu Chunzhu pulled her sleeves. Mrs. Qing's temperament is now 200% patient. If An An annoyed her, it would not be good.

Although An An didn't say anything, she still looked unwilling to give up. Aunt Bo had to ask her servants to take medicine for Mrs. Qing to wipe the medicine. After wiping, Mrs. Yaoqing blew the spring rolls with red eyes.

She had never worked so hard in her life, and she fantasized in her heart that An An would recognize her as her mother when she ate the spring rolls she made.

When the spring rolls came out of the pot, there was a burning smell. Gu Chunzhu saw the spring rolls brought to An An. Some of them were dark and some were half-cooked, which looked very unsightly.

"An An, eat this, this one is better fried." Mrs. Qing put the chopsticks in An An and pointed to the one with the best appearance.

An An took the one and tasted it. As soon as she bit into it and chewed it, she vomited it all out, looking at her with contempt with the same eyes as Mrs. Qing, "It's all raw, how do you want me to eat it, just like you? How can you be someone's mother, just give birth?"

"Me?" Mrs. Qing looked at Aunt Bo with aggrieved expression.

Gu Chunzhu saw that Mrs. Qing was also tossed by An An today. She sewed her clothes and blew up spring rolls. This man was so embarrassed that she even spent some makeup on her face, so she smoothed it out: "An An didn't sleep well today, maybe some Get up, Madam, come back tomorrow."

Mrs. Qing glared at Gu Chunzhu angrily. Dan Kou's nails were tightly grasped together in her sleeves. She did so much today to give An An a good impression, but this woman just wanted to drive herself away because she couldn't see her well. leave.

Gu Chunzhu looked at Mrs. Qing's complicated eyes, and knew that he was a good person again.

I saw Mrs. Qing approaching An An and said, "An An, mother has done her best, so I'll accompany you here, okay? It's our An An's dexterity, this dessert..."

Before she finished her flattering words, An An moved to keep a distance from her, and then the bad water in her stomach was reflected in her eyes.

"I don't know how to fry spring rolls. You can do laundry. I haven't taken out the clothes I changed yesterday." An An said with pursed lips, thinking that she wanted to toss Mrs. Qing vigorously.

As soon as Mrs. Qing heard it, she glanced at Aunt Bo. Aunt Bo was a smart person and knew that there would be no good progress if she stayed today, so she lip-mouthed "go" to her.

Immediately, Mrs. Qing covered her forehead and called out "Ouch", "An An, mother has a headache today, I will come to see you another day."

"Okay." An An smiled slyly and finally drove her away, her goal was achieved.

When Mrs. Qing pretended to hold her head and passed by Gu Chunzhu, she said sternly, "Come out with me."

Gu Chunzhu put down what was in his hand, washed his hands in the basin, and followed Mrs. Qing out.

Walking outside, Mrs. Qing's delicate face was full of arrogance, and she looked at Gu Chunzhu angrily, without the slightest headache and weakness.

"What's wrong with Madam?" Gu Chunzhu's attitude was not cold, and Madam Qing didn't need to get used to it if she didn't like her.

"You instigated my daughter to treat me like this, right?"

"wrong."

Gu Chunzhu looked at Madam Qing frankly with her clear eyes, but Madam Qing didn't believe that she could not grasp anything, her fists clenched and loosened, and she could only say with hatred, "I brought two maids to An An. Serve me personally, you can arrange it for me."

Aunt Bo brought in two maids from outside, both of whom were about the same age as An An.

Gu Chunzhu pursed her lips and smiled lightly, this Mrs. Qing is really

He was racking his brains to recognize An An back, but this effort never came to fruition.

"I can accept people, but I can't decide whether An'an wants them to serve as personal servants. You also know that this girl has big ideas." Gu Chunzhu didn't say it all, anyway, the person who is not the prince in this mansion is the prince concubine. She doesn't mind having two and a half more girls.

Mrs. Qing frowned, but she was not too embarrassed for Gu Chunzhu. She had a headache today, and the oil splashed on the back of her hand hurt.

"It's done." She waved her hand and took Aunt Bo out.

An An ran out of the kitchen and said to the two maids, "I don't want them to be my personal maids. Let's go to the toilet first."

"Little Princess..." The two maids didn't know what they had done wrong, so they knelt down in unison, bowing their heads in fear.

Mrs. Qing was about to go out and was turned back in anger. An An even sent the maid she sent over to clean the toilet, but An An quenched all her anger with one sentence.

"I used to clean the toilet myself at home. I'm your master. Why can't you clean the toilet when I clean it? Are you a young lady or am I a young lady?" An An said bluntly.

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