"Hurry up, my mother has already cooked the meal, and I'm just waiting for you."

"I'm starving to death."

At the entrance of the alley, there was a seven or eight-year-old girl standing there with two lovely shofar braids.

Finally seeing Ye Fan and Yue Yao, the little girl was delighted and ran over immediately.

While complaining to Ye Fan and the others, he dragged them into the house.

The little guy's stomach was already growling with hunger.

"Tangtang, tell your mother later, you don't have to wait for us, you eat first, just save some for us."

Ye Fan lovingly rubbed the little girl's round head.

This pink and jade-carved little girl is the landlord's daughter, Tangtang.

Ye Fan rented her house.

Here are the courtyard houses with many rooms, and almost every house has a few vacant rooms, which are often rented out.

A room costs two to three hundred yuan a month, which is extremely cheap.

Ye Fan and the others have lived here for nearly half a month, and they are already familiar with each other.

"Wow, is it so fragrant?"

"Dumplings?"

Before entering the door, Ye Fan already felt the aroma.

Afterwards, Ye Fan, like a child, ran faster than Tangtang, and rushed into the dining table.

"Hey, you brat, have you washed your hands yet?"

"Go, go, go back and wash your hands!"

"Tangtang was spoiled by you brat!"

Just as Ye Fan was about to reach out to grab the dumplings to eat, he was knocked back with a chopstick.

At this time, a plainly dressed middle-aged woman stared at Ye Fan with disgust.

She is the mistress of this courtyard house, Yue Yingchun.

Beside her is his husband, Hu Yipeng.

However, due to an accident while working on the building a few years ago, Hu Yipeng lost consciousness in his lower body.

The rest of his life, can only be spent in a wheelchair.

But fortunately, relying on the shelter of his ancestors, there is an old house in downtown Linzhou, which is worth a lot of money.

Living frugally on weekdays, and relying on Yue Yingchun to do some odd jobs, he can live a decent life.

"Ha ha.."

"Yingchun, don't blame Xiaofan." JrNovels.com