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Sun Popo lifted the curtain with a small crock and entered the house. He said to Song Jia, who was lying on the kang and wearing a red cotton-padded jacket, "Big girl, does your leg still hurt?"

Song Jia drawled and shouted: "It hurts ~ ~!"

Sun Popo leaned over and sat down on the edge of the kang, conveniently put the crock on the kang table, pulled a small quilt for her and said, "Don't cry for pain. Your mother should be sad when she hears it. She did it all for you."

Song Jia wanted to cry.

Sun Popo is still saying, "That kind of place is not for people. You are too young to understand. How nice it is to have your mother-in-law and your mother at home, and you don't have to do anything?"? You grew up in Dalian without wearing your own clothes, so you can wait on people in that place? A bad one, a board down, you this small plate, life for a while, back when the ghosts, into the palace of hell, you should be wronged! At the moment, I just broke my leg and lay on the kang for a few months. It will be fine after the New Year! "

Song Jia promised, and Sun Popo praised her, poured her a bowl of hot chicken soup from the crock, and gave her a big chicken leg.

"Come on, your mother made it for you."

Song Jia looked at the chicken soup and only complained. It was less than an hour after lunch. Did he still eat this bowl of soup that night?

"Eat quickly." Sun Popo urged.

Song Jia holding a bowl, show ...

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