Chapter 150: Fifth Daughter-in-law, Are You Dead or What's Up?

The horse-drawn cart was no faster than the ox-cart, and in less than an hour it was back to the village from the town.

Liu happened to come back from the vegetable field and saw Han Yingxue getting off the carriage. Seeing the things she was holding in her hands, she couldn't help but stretch her neck.

This fool's life is getting better and better, and now he goes to town by carriage and returns. It's all good stuff in his hand.

Looking at the knife of pork that Zhao Qishan was carrying in his hand, Liu swallowed saliva in his stomach, a little greedy.

Seeing Han Yingxue enter the house, Liu carried the vegetables and entered his yard.

As soon as Liu entered the courtyard, he heard Mrs. Han's scolding voice.

"The fifth daughter-in-law, you died in the house today. If you don't come out to cook now, you're going to starve to death with a whole family! ”

Mrs. Han put down the hoe she was carrying, and saw that there was no one in the kitchen, and there was no stuffy rice in the pot. I couldn't help but scold.

It was the time when the farm was busy, and the laborers of the family had gone out to work, and they were about to come back for dinner at noon, but there was not even a figure in the kitchen.

Seeing Mrs. Han scolding, Liu hurriedly came over to add fuel and vinegar and said, "Mother, you're back." I just came back from pulling vegetables from the vegetable patch. These five siblings don't know what's wrong today, they haven't cooked. I'm afraid you're hungry, so I hurriedly went to get some food and prepared to make lunch! These five brothers and sisters are really, on this busy day in the farm, they have no food to eat when they come back, and where will they have the strength to work during the next day! ”

Mrs. Han snorted coldly in displeasure, "She doesn't know what's wrong?" She just wants to be lazy! ”

"Mother, don't be angry, I'll go cook!" Liu said diligently.

Mrs. Han took a sip of saliva, "Let the fifth daughter-in-law cook, and I'll go see if she died in the house!" ”

"Mother, forget it, I can do it!" Liu Shi took Mrs. Han's hand and deliberately said pretentiously.

"You're so bad! I have to let the fifth daughter-in-law do it! Mrs. Han said resolutely, so she pushed away Liu's hand and entered Pan's house.

Liu smiled proudly, she didn't want to cook! Fang Cai is just deliberately talking. Looking at Mrs. Han, who rushed into Pan's house angrily, Liu hurriedly followed. I'll have a good show later!

"I said the fifth daughter-in-law, are you dead or what's wrong?" Mrs. Han scolded angrily.

"Mother......" Pan, who was lying on the couch, called weakly.

Pan's face was a little pale and weak.

Seeing Mrs. Han rushing in, her expression tightened, knowing that Mrs. Han was going to scold her again.

"Yo, the fifth daughter-in-law. Didn't die? Why don't you know how to cook if you're not dead? Mrs. Han accused unhappily.

"Milk, my mother is sick!" Han Yingmei, who was sitting in front of the couch, couldn't help but defend Pan.

Her mother is sick now, she is weak, she needs to rest, how can she get out of bed and cook. It's not that there are no other women in the family. Aren't the eldest aunt, second aunt, and third aunt all at home? Why do you want her mother to work? Could it be that you have to serve your family when you are sick?

"What are you talking about, you dead girl?" Mrs. Han poked Han Yingmei's forehead and taught, "If you're sick, you don't have to cook?" Think you're a lady who doesn't have to work? When my wife was pregnant with your father, didn't she also work in the fields? ”

Mrs. Han scolded unhappily in her heart, and accused Han Yingmei like she hated that iron could not become steel, "It's okay if your mother is lazy in bed, you are such a big girl and you don't know how to cook?" Shame or not? When this spreads, I see who is willing to come to our old Han family to propose marriage to you. ”

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