On the Wedding Night In the 80s, the Sweet Wife Has Space

The road from Shili Township to the town is a dirt road. In order to prevent the road from being muddy and difficult to walk when it rains, a thick layer of fine gravel and coal slag is specially paved, which is especially abrasive to the soles of shoes when walking.

She bought the leather shoes on her feet from the city for 40 yuan. If the soles of the shoes were worn out, it would be a big loss.

"Gulu—"

After making such a big circle, it was already noon, so Song Tingfeng had no choice but to go back to Huang's house to have lunch.

The Huang family was cooking lunch, and smoke billowed from the kitchen roof and chimney.

Looking at Song Tingfeng who went back and forth, Huang Kailin frowned, "Why are you back again?"

Song Tingfeng immediately poured out his bitterness, and explained Chen Bin's behavior of dumping customers halfway.

Originally thought that Huang's family would turn to her and comfort her, but after hearing her complaint, Huang Kailin just said "you deserve it" in a neutral manner.

Song Tingfeng was so angry that tears were about to fall, "Dad, I am the daughter-in-law of your Huang family. I am being bullied now, and you still speak for outsiders who bully me. Is there any reason?"

"I'm helping the manager but not the relatives. Don't you know what good things you did this morning? Don't blame others for not saving you face if you are dishonest yourself."

As soon as Song Tingfeng left the village, someone came to Huang's house and told the Huang family about the conflict between Song Tingfeng and Mo's master.

Song Tingfeng couldn't hide his guilty conscience, but his mouth was still firm, "It's none of my business, it's obviously the master of the motorcycle who wants to cheat me out of money."

Huang Kailin sneered, "They do more than a dozen jobs a day, and if no one else cheats, they just cheat you?"

"Who knows what he thinks, seeing that I'm from the town, he thinks I'm being wronged."

Seeing her stubbornness, Huang Kailin didn't bother to say any more nonsense, he lowered his head and continued to make his own bamboo weaving.

Song Tingfeng was bored, and turned around to go to the kitchen, but as soon as he reached the door of the kitchen, he was blocked by Liu Zhi who came out of the kitchen.

"Sister-in-law, what do you have for lunch? Make a meal for one more person, and I will eat here."

"Pumpkin stew with rice."

Song Tingfeng hated eating pumpkin the most, and she couldn't help frowning, "What else, what kind of food do you eat?"

"Isn't pumpkin a vegetable?"

"Let's fry some other dishes, I don't eat pumpkin."

"There's nothing else, it's really not good, you can eat pickles."

Pickles are just pickles, they are better than pumpkins.

Song Tingfeng wanted to sneak into the kitchen, but Liu Zhi blocked the door like a door god.

"Sister-in-law, let me go in and chat with Mom."

As soon as the words fell, Yang Xinghua came out, "What do you want to chat with me?"

Song Tingfeng was momentarily at a loss for words.

Of course, her purpose of entering the kitchen was not to chat, but to see what good things were in the kitchen.

"Let's go, what are you doing in a daze, don't you mean you want to chat with me? Let's sit in the main room and chat slowly."

Liu Zhi answered at the right time, "Mom, you and your third sibling have a good chat, and I will watch the fire in the pot."

"Um."

Things have come to this, Song Tingfeng reluctantly followed Yang Xinghua to the main room.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law chattered about in the room for a while, and a smell of burnt rice wafted from the direction of the kitchen.

"The rice is ready, I'll go and help my sister-in-law!"

Song Tingfeng got up and walked out. Yang Xinghua had bad legs and feet, so she couldn't catch up even if she wanted to.

"Sister-in-law, I'll help serve the meal!"

As soon as she entered the kitchen, Song Tingfeng's eyes flicked all over the place, but unfortunately her eyes were almost cramp, and she didn't see the bacon from Huang's family.

"Third brother and sister, pass me four bowls."

Hearing Liu Zhi's words, Song Tingfeng had no choice but to take a break and open the cupboard to get a bowl.

Liu Zhi lifted the lid of the pot, and the heat immediately permeated the air along with the unique aroma of pumpkin stewed rice.

A pot of golden pumpkin stewed rice, the rice grains are infiltrated with pumpkin juice and turned light yellow, sprinkled with a handful of turquoise green onion, topped with two spoons of soy sauce, and then stir-fried evenly with a spatula, a pot of fragrant and delicious pumpkin rice is ready up.

After putting in the soy sauce, Liu Zhi picked up the spatula to stir fry, but was stopped by Song Tingfeng.

"Sister-in-law, wait a minute, wait until I serve the rice first, then you can turn over."

With the current conditions of the Huang family, rice can be regarded as an expensive food. Like the pot of pumpkin rice cooked at noon today, there is actually very little rice, and pumpkin accounts for two-thirds.

Song Tingfeng didn't eat pumpkin, so he picked out rice to fill it up, filling a big bowl full, resulting in almost only pumpkin and a few grains of rice left in the pot.

"Okay, I'll just eat this bowl."

Song Tingfeng turned around and found that Huang Kailin walked in at some point, standing behind her, staring at her with a bad expression.

Song Tingfeng smiled guiltily, "Dad, you also come in for dinner..."

Without saying a word, Huang Kailin snatched the bowl from her hand, poured the rice back into the pot, took the spatula from the eldest daughter-in-law's hand, and stir-fried the whole pot of pumpkin rice evenly.

Song Tingfeng on the side muttered dissatisfiedly, "I told you I don't eat pumpkins..."

Huang Kailin handed the spatula to the eldest daughter-in-law, turned his head and gave her a cold look, "If you want to eat or not, get out if you don't eat."

Huang Kailin usually doesn't get angry, but it's quite scary when he gets angry.

Song Tingfeng didn't dare to speak anymore.

After Liu Zhi filled three bowls of rice and brought them out, Song Tingfeng reluctantly picked up the pot money and picked them up in the pot.

After the pumpkin is cooked, the powdery glutinous rice cake is soft, and after being stir-fried, it almost becomes pumpkin puree. It has long been integrated with the few white rice, and it is impossible to pick it out.

For the sake of her belly, Song Tingfeng finally filled half a bowl of pumpkin rice and took it out to eat.

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Yunmo and Xie Xia took a taxi to Ronghua Company, and as soon as they reached the gate, they bumped into Luo Xuelan who was about to go out.

"mom."

"Aunt Luo."

Luo Xuelan smiled, her left hand and her left hand put their arms around their shoulders, "Who came here specifically to find me?"

Luo Xuelan sprayed perfume on her body, which was a fragrant but not greasy herbaceous fragrance, which was both elegant and gentle but also noble and elegant, as well as a sense of oppression that could not be ignored.

It suits Luo Xuelan's temperament very well.

Xie Xia tilted her head, "I came with Momo."

Luo Xuelan turned her head to look at Yun Mo, with a comfortable smile in her eyes, "Little Mo'er, what can you do with me?"

"Xiaomo" is an elder's address, but Luo Xuelan added the syllable "er" to the ending, which inexplicably adds a little more intimacy and intimacy.

Even though Yunmo's heart is actually a mature woman in her 20s, she couldn't resist this kind of intimacy, showing a bit of obedience and docility in front of Luo Xuelan.

"Aunt Luo, I'm here to deliver the report."

"Huh? Snowflake Crisp's report? You've already written it?"

Facing Luo Xuelan's surprised gaze, Yunmo nodded slightly, and took out a stack of papers bound with staples from her bag.

Luo Xuelan took the report, and slightly raised her beautiful eyebrows, "Little Mo'er, did you write it by hand?"

"I don't have a typewriter at home, so I just wrote it by hand. Aunt Luo, please read the content first. If there is no problem, I will print it out with a typewriter..."

Luo Xuelan smiled and patted her head, "It's okay, your handwriting is quite neat, I made an appointment at noon to talk about the matter, and told me to read it in the afternoon, um... are you free tonight?"

Yunmo nodded.

"That's fine. After school, you can come home with Xia'er. We'll talk about it later."

"it is good."

The secretary came over and reminded Luo Xuelan in a low voice that it was time to leave.

Luo Xuelan nodded, and by the way ordered the secretary to take the two of them to the restaurant for dinner.

"Xia'er, Xiao Mo'er, I still have something to do, you go to have lunch with Xiao Dong, and then go back to school after eating."

After finishing speaking, he left without giving the two people a chance to agree or refuse.

Watching Luo Xuelan leave in a hurry, Xie Xia gave Yunmo a helpless look.

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