"Alas, another sad mother-in-law."

Jiang Muxue let out a long sigh after thinking about all this.

Counting the days, this is the end of He Qingsong and Huang Tong's honeymoon, and life has not been on the normal track for long.

It's only been more than half a month since Chang Xiu moved here.

However, after Jiang Muxue's analysis of the memories in her mind, she found that in fact, from this time on, Huang Tong had already begun to be a demon.

It started with a meal, but Chang Xiu had just moved over at that time, and he was immersed in the joy of building a beautiful home with his son and daughter-in-law, so he didn't care about it at the time.

Jiang Muxue thought for a moment, smiled meaningfully, and turned on the rice cooker in front of her.

At this time, chicken soup was boiling inside, and the aroma was already mouthwatering.

OK！ I'm going to drink chicken soup tonight, what kind of spicy chicken, spicy green pepper and other dishes, all get out!

Huang Tong loves spicy food the most, and Chang Xiu can't eat spicy food the most, let alone eat, that is, every time he cuts vegetables, but whenever he cuts a little spicy green pepper, he cuts it with tears.

Jiang Muxue glanced at the pallet, and three or five chili peppers that looked spicy were lying there, waiting to be cut.

Immediately, she picked up the knife, cut it twice, and then, enduring the pain, made a small cut on her index finger, and immediately blood flowed.

"Ouch!!" She screamed, and there was movement in the living room.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

He Qingsong, who was watching the football game on the sofa, ran over in a panic, and when he saw Jiang Muxue's hands covered in blood, he was immediately frightened, "Oh, why are you so careless!" What about cotton wool? And gauze ......"

He Qingsong muttered, turned around twice in place, and suddenly remembered where those things were placed, so he ran to get them.

Soon, with the help of He Qingsong, the wound was disinfected, medicated, and finally wrapped in a band-aid.

Jiang Muxue said disappreciably: "It's just a small opening, look at your panic, what kind of gauze do you want to take, it's really ......"

After speaking, she smiled and walked towards the pallet, and as soon as she picked up the knife, she was stopped by He Qingsong, "Mom, you don't want to chop vegetables, do you?" ”

"Of course you have to cut it, how can you fry it if you don't cut it?" Jiang Muxue's expression was puzzled, and He Qingsong said with a straight face: "Your hands are injured and you still cut, what to cut!" ”

"Oh, what is this little injury, Tongtong is about to get off work, she has been working overtime every day these days, it is very hard, my mother can't help much, I can only cook her a few dishes she loves to eat." Jiang Muxue tried her best to speak softly, and when she spoke, she didn't even notice it, and her whole body exuded a maternal brilliance like a soft sea.

He Qingsong nodded, "I know this, her company is busy with business now, and she is required to work overtime every day." However, your hand is injured and you can't move it casually, otherwise the wound will crack open and you will bleed again. ”

"So what do you say? You can't help but stir-fry, right? Jiang Muxue was very helpless.

He Qingsong pointed to the rice cooker and said, "Isn't there chicken soup, it's good for your health to eat less at night." Otherwise, how about I adjust two coolers? ”

Jiang Muxue thought for a while and said, "Son, will you do it?" It's also cool! ”

He Qingsong felt that his mother looked down on him, so he immediately started to do it, first patted a cucumber, put in the ingredients, sesame oil, etc., and then adjusted it, the taste was not bad, Jiang Muxue praised it.

Later, he learned the cold dishes in the meal and made a vegetable salad, which surprised Jiang Muxue again and again, and since then, He Qingsong's expression on his face has become even more joyful.

After a short period of contact, Jiang Muxue saw that this He Qingsong was good, but his ears were soft, and if he said it was ugly, he was cowardly and had no backbone.

Once such a person is pinched by someone, he is a loyal servant for life.

This is also in the same vein as He Qingsong's dead father.

However, no matter how soft his father is, Chang Xiu is not like Huang Tong, who takes it for his own purposes.

ruined the relationship between mother and son, and did something that no mother in the world could tolerate.

Jiang Muxue came to vent her anger on Chang Xiu, but seeing this soft son, especially who had not been pinched by Huang Tong, Jiang Muxue suddenly had the idea of "saving" together.

In the final analysis, it's for Chang Xiu.

In her previous life, before Chang Xiu died, in addition to hatred, she was more regretful and confused, she didn't understand, how could she go that far with her son?

"Mom, why are you distracted? What do you think? He Qingsong suddenly pushed Jiang Muxue.

A certain woman immediately came out of her thoughts, "It's nothing, hey, I just feel that I didn't stir-fry Tongtong, and I feel a little sorry not to go." ”

"These dishes are not enough for her!"

Jiang Muxue could hear that He Qingsong's tone was a little tougher than before.

Meddlesome!

"Besides, it's not good for a woman to eat too much chili, eat less, it's also for her good."

Jiang Muxue hurriedly said: "Don't say that, Tongtong is from Nanzhou, and he loves spicy food the most, just like you love to watch football." ”

After speaking, he gave He Qingsong a blank look, in short, the words were all about the maintenance of Huang Tong.

finished and whispered: "Don't tell Tongtong about my finger being cut by a knife, if she knows that I accidentally injured me in order to cut spicy seeds for her, she will be sad." ”

After He Qingsong heard this, he immediately nodded.

"Mom, you're so good to Tongtong!"

"That's it! My only daughter-in-law, can you not be nice to her? Besides, Tongtong's child is good, it deserves to be hurt, she loves me, of course I want to hurt her! ”

So, the mother and son talked a lot about the topic of "Huang Tong", which Chang Xiu and He Qingsong never had.

After about 20 minutes, the chicken soup was boiled and the door was ringing.

Jiang Muxue knew that it was Huang Tong who came back from work, and immediately smiled and said, "Quick, your daughter-in-law is back, go pick it up, and I'll serve the food to the table." ”

He Qingsong ran out quickly, at this time, the two of them were newly married, it was the time for you and me to be together, Jiang Muxue understood this.

Huang Tong changed his shoes, put down his bag, gave He Qingsong a warm hug, and called Mom sweetly, and the house suddenly became lively.

Soon, the family happily sat down at the dinner table and prepared to eat.

The cold spell was served, the chicken soup was served, and when Huang Tong was waiting for something, he found that it was gone.

To be exact, she found that Chang Xiu had no intention of moving around the kitchen again.

I was suddenly unhappy, and I worked hard overtime, so I sent myself away. Besides, before she went to work in the morning, she clearly told her mother-in-law that she hadn't eaten spicy chicken for several days and wanted to eat it.

And his mother-in-law also agreed, since she agreed, why didn't she do it?

Although she was unhappy, she didn't show it on her face, drank the chicken soup quietly, and praised it.

Jiang Muxue stared at her meaningfully, and said with a smile: "Hurry up and try this vegetable salad, see if it's delicious." ”

She said this in advance, for fear that He Qingsong would say that this was the Yunyun I made in order to invite credit in front of his daughter-in-law, if Huang Tong heard that the dish was made by He Qingsong, even if it was not delicious, he would smile and say that it was beautiful.

How could Jiang Muxue give her such an opportunity to behave in front of her husband? I simply said it first, and asked her if it was delicious.

When He Qingsong heard it, he couldn't say it directly, just staring at Huang Tong's reaction.

Huang Tong naturally thought that these two cold dishes were made by Jiang Muxue, and tasted it, because there was no spicy food, it was tasteless, and he reluctantly smiled and said yes.

He Qingsong was very disappointed, and the momentum that was full of desire to ask for credit disappeared. (To be continued.) )