Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

Zhang Yue'e was going to call the eldest and the second to come over to drink with the guests, but was stopped by He Junfeng.

He didn't shy away from helping to light the fire, and his tall figure took up half of the kitchen.

"Auntie, let's stop drinking, the three of us can have a casual bite, chat and have a heart-to-heart conversation."

He smelled the aroma of sautéed onion and garlic, and continued to praise it with all his might.

"The smell is authentic. Haitang's craftsmanship can catch up with the chefs of serious restaurants."

Su Haitang didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he fried the garlic sprouts on high fire.

"We Haitang can do it since we were young." Zhang Yue'e couldn't bear to dry out the guests, and smiled to save the scene.

"Grandma, you'd better call uncle and uncle over, I have something to tell them."

Su Haitang's heart was full of fire, and he couldn't vomit. But she didn't want to be embarrassed by grandma, so she simply sent him away.

Zhang Yue'e looked at He Junfeng in embarrassment, frowned and called Haitang.

"Go, grandma, I won't quarrel with him. Besides, if you are worried, don't you have to rush to rescue the soldiers? If there is a quarrel, it must be my granddaughter who suffers, right?"

Su Haitang softened her tone and said coquettishly.

Seeing that her granddaughter was in the mood to make a joke, Zhang Yuee cast a glance at her, and asked He Junfeng with a smile, "Sir, shall I go find my son?"

"Good auntie, I'm sorry for your inconvenience."

He Junfeng knew that Su Haitang was "setting the rules" for him, so he refused to cooperate. He added a fire to the stove, half got up and responded with a smile.

Sure enough, Zhang Yue'e left happily.

"You and your grandma have such a good relationship." There were only two of them left, and the atmosphere froze instantly. He Junfeng chose a safe word as his opening remarks.

"Your cooking skills were also taught by grandma, right? Really good!"

Su Haitang glanced at him, quickly put the plate on the plate, and made another egg drop soup in the oil pan.

"If you were three years old, you would be stepping on a mat and stacking two benches, holding a pot and holding a spatula to cook. You have been doing it for fifteen or six years, rain or shine, and you have been criticized for every meal. Your cooking skills It will get by too."

"Cooking at the age of three?" He Junfeng raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

A three-year-old child is not as high as a cooking pot, how can he hold a kitchen knife with that little strength? Could it be that the child deliberately lied in order to soften his heart?

Su Haitang was too lazy to distinguish the emotion in his tone, so she snorted coldly.

"The children of the poor are already in charge of the family. Who told me to return my father and not love my mother."

"Not only do you have to cook, you have to make the quilts for the family from the morning, sweep the floor, clean the table, cook, serve the table, wash up, feed the chickens, feed the pigs, sweep the yard, sweep the street, wash clothes, go up the mountain to pull weeds and cut wheat, everything has to be done. .”

"Later, I have to look after my younger siblings, feed them and wash diapers. I am afraid they will run around and fall, and work behind their backs all day long. I have to do it even when I am sick. Because if I don't do these things, I will have to do it all."

"Grandma is the strong laborer of the family, so I'm tired enough. Su Jianmin has bad legs and feet, Liu Lancui and the other three are lazy, stealing, playing, cheating, and waiting to die. Grandma loves her son, and she does the work of several people by herself."

"I feel sorry for my grandma, and I thought it was really hard for Liu Lancui and the others to pretend to be sick. My grandma taught me to be filial, so I rushed to work. But they still always take it out on me, beating and scolding me for three meals a day, plus supper .”

"I am a person who has died. Only I know how much I have suffered. You don't understand."

Su Haitang patted the cucumber and garlic vigorously, and mixed it with salt and vinegar.

"If I hadn't been protected by my grandma these years, I probably wouldn't have lived a long life, and I would have been beaten to death by Liu Lancui."

"Every day I dream that someone will tell me that you are not a child of the Su family. When your parents find you, you will be able to live a good life where others love you."

She glanced at He Junfeng who was embarrassed, and twitched the corner of her mouth mockingly.

"I've grown up, and I don't have those daydreams I had when I was a child. Because I have a grandma and my uncle and uncle, I finally grew up safely and can make money by myself. These are not the credit of Su Jianmin's family."

"At this time, you showed up. You didn't come to comfort me and pity me, you opened your mouth to ask me to help you, and you also called me cold. Do I owe you? Grandma is right, I just don't have a relationship with parents."