Man Qing slowly opened her eyes, and there was a brilliant sunshine in her eyes. At that moment, it was as if a new world had opened, insects and birds chirping, leaves and flowers, all the colors poured into the eyes at once, squeezing the gray world before going to bed to the corner. The corners of her mouth couldn't help but escape a small smile.

Sunshine, it's so nice!

Move again, well, the rest of the senses are back.

It hurts! There is no pain in the whole body! The knees and stomach are especially painful!

"Hey—" Manqing let out a long breath and slowly sat up. Seeing one or two things left by my mother, all the things that had happened yesterday came back to my mind, "Alas-" She had another long talk.

The dead are gone, and the living have to live.

How to live? In front of me is a mess that I don't know where to clean up. At this time, there was the sound of smashing books again in the study not far from the opposite side - when my mother was alive before, Gao Lao picked up like this, and if anything was unsatisfactory, and he refused to deign to look outside their mother and daughter's room, he threw books in the study closest to their room. As soon as he fell like this, his mother would quickly walk over to take a look and help him solve all kinds of unpleasantness.

But that was before. All the things that used to be have been buried with my mother.

Now, just wait. Manqing glared fiercely.

Thinking so, Man Qing has long figured it out, Gao Lao can't die, he has to help her support this family externally: use his title of Xiucai to save some Tian tax and the help of Bo Deli Chang and others, use his fatherhood to help her block the miserable situation of being casually pulled out to match people, and use his role as a man to keep this family in a safe environment temporarily, so as not to be openly bullied by others, otherwise she will not be able to live in this world as a lonely and weak woman.

As long as she gets married, it's fine.

So she still has to take care of Gao Lao, don't starve him, don't let him get sick, and survive the past few years.

Thinking about it, she got out of bed, tidied up the room, pulled the corners of her clothes, straightened her shoulders, pushed open the door, and let in the sunlight outside and all the chores of life.

Finally waited for his daughter to go out of the room door, Gao Lao Li immediately stood up, slammed the study door, and went to the hall.

It's really an unfilial girl, and he has to go to the kitchen to get his own food, even if it's cold, it's still the leftovers that are cold!

But he sat on his exclusive Taishi chair in the hall for a long time, and he didn't see his daughter come over to say hello. The hungry and angry old man slammed his fist on the back of the chair with his right hand, not wanting to say anything without saying anything, and he hurt himself so much that he almost grinned at Sven.

He was furious and ready to go back to the study to smash a few more books, but suddenly he heard some noise from the kitchen, so he reversed direction.

In the kitchen, Man Qing looked at the mess on and off the stove, and suddenly felt a little more headache. In fact, Grandma Sun and Aunt Six had already helped her clean up when they left yesterday, but the reason why it was so messy was obviously caused by someone who was so hungry that he couldn't stand it and ran around.

Don't you know where to put what you take?

Man Qing told herself that she would treat that person as a tablet that could eat and talk, and she couldn't be angry with him, otherwise she would definitely be angry with him.

He's his grandparents to death, and she can't follow their example.

She cleaned up roughly, started to make a fire, grabbed a handful of rice from the rice bowl and cooked it, and when the rice was boiled, she poured down the remaining leftovers in the cupboard and cooked them together. The dishes had been picked and chosen, and if she wasn't really hungry, she wouldn't want them anymore - cook them for a while, and she wouldn't be disgusted if she cooked them into porridge.

When Gao Lao appeared at the kitchen door, the porridge had just rolled up. Man Qing didn't bother to look at him, just stared at the fire, thinking about his own business.

Gao Lao coughed lightly, but then he was surprised to find that the people inside didn't react at all, and they didn't even look at it!

If this was before, Chai immediately stood up and walked over to ask, husband, but what is uncomfortable? Husband, what do you need?

He's been like this for decades. Since he started studying, his father and mother will gather around him, son, but where is it uncomfortable? son, but what do you need? Later, he was selected for Xiucai, and the scenery was unique, that is, the county lord at that time saw that he was also a virtuous brother and a virtuous brother, and thought at that time.

The "gurgling" sound from his stomach pulled him back from what he thought he had been back then. He suddenly realized two things: first, it was not his bad wife Chai who was burning the fire inside, and second, his daughter's quiet appearance was really like Chai when he was young......

He thought that he could sympathize with his daughter's pain just now, so he coughed lightly again, and deliberately softened his voice: "Is breakfast okay?"

But when it came to breakfast, he felt even more hungry, and when he was hungry, he couldn't help it, "How can my daughter's family be so greedy for sleep!

Suddenly, he remembered that the rules of his daughter's house should have been taught by her mother, but as soon as Chai Shi went, he flicked his dirty sleeves, "When breakfast is ready, bring it to the dining room!"

It was only then that Manqing turned her head to look at him, just in time to see the scene of him throwing his dirty sleeves in what he thought was chic. She couldn't help but laugh: this person didn't seem to know that she wasn't her mother at all, and didn't eat his set at all?

As for the dining room, isn't it a wing room next to the kitchen, because there are few people in the family, so I simply took it out and made it a place to eat. Speaking of which, Gao Lao and she have to thank their deceased grandparents for building such a large and neat yard, especially the dense bamboo bushes in the backyard, otherwise the house is too small, and when she looks up, she can't be relaxed.

Speaking of which, Gao Lao also has a rare advantage: he prides himself on being a gentleman of letters, and he is far away from cooking, and he also abides by the defense of men and women, and will not interfere too much with her.

That's why he didn't find out that she had been staying away from him since she was sensible, let alone knowing that as early as a few years ago, she called him Gao Lao in her heart.

Gao Lao picks Gao Lao, I won't take the initiative to give you a laundry shirt, see where you can be chic in that dirty Xiucai robe!

Thinking that she looked at the porridge that was already churning in the pot, she stood up without hesitation, took out a bowl, washed it casually with a little water at the bottom of the water tank, and put a bowl of rice is rice and vegetables on the tray, and then poured some of the vegetables in the bowl that Gao Lao picked up on the stove and stirred evenly. Before leaving, she thought about it, in order to listen to a few words, it is better to do a good job of surface work, so she washed the tray and chopsticks well, and served them in front of the impatient Gao Laojiao.

Gao Lao was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, and he didn't care about teaching his daughter so lazy at this time, so he picked up the chopsticks and picked up the porridge on the top and began to eat.

Man Qing silently exited the wing. When he crossed the threshold, he looked back, and there was a bad villain in his heart smiling proudly: he didn't put those dishes back in the cupboard, he spent the night outside, and he didn't know if any rats and cockroaches had crawled over...... Hmph, you deserve it.

Gao Lao Li naturally didn't know this, he only felt that after being hungry for many meals, he had such a hot meal to eat, and the anger just now didn't seem to be so big.

The child can be taught, it seems that the Chai family is not useless, this daughter is okay in filial piety.

"Bring me another bowl later!" he said halfway through his meal, rushing to the kitchen next door.

In the past, he directly instructed his wife to say "Chai's", but as for how to call his daughter, he didn't think about it. Since I haven't thought about it, I don't need to call it, and there is no one else at home anyway.

He didn't remember asking his daughter if she had eaten or how much was left in the pot - he didn't blame him, for all these years, he didn't have the habit of asking others these words.

Man Qing, who was in a better mood, was not angry, and when she heard the words, she took out another half bowl and sent it over. The rest was boiled until it was thick and fragrant, and then she slowly filled her stomach and heart with the sunlight and insects and birds chirping outside the window.