Before meeting Wen Xiaolou, Shen Ni was just an ordinary girl.

But since she married him, she has embarked on a path of involuntary self-help step by step, going farther and farther.

All of this she did was for his good.

This is the characteristic of women in this era, and the concept of husband first has long been engraved in the bones.

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Under the leadership of Wen Ya, Shen Ni specially visited several houses and issued sincere invitations.

These people didn't say a word, and they all said that they would definitely go to the appointment.

Especially Chen Lin and Wang Shuang, they were even more happy to hear that Wen Xiaolou was back, and at the same time, they were also very touched that Shen Ni could still remember them.

In the past, their respect for Shen Ni was entirely because of Wen Xiaolou's relationship, but after this incident, they respected Shen Ni in the true sense, and called their second sister-in-law from the bottom of their hearts.

"Brother Chen Lin, then Xiaolou and I are waiting at home, but don't forget to come."

I told him again, and Shen Ni took Wen Ya home.

After returning home, Shen mud chopped firewood, gently lit a fire, and stewed fat and oily pork in a large pot.

There is no sauerkraut at this time, but fortunately, there are still a few Chinese cabbages, which are also delicious when stewed in a pot.

Just this one dish is enough.

When the meat was almost stewed, the guests began to come up one after another, and Shen Ni pulled Wen Xiaolou out to receive them.

The posture was quite grand, and these young men also felt full of enthusiasm, satisfied their vanity, and at the same time, they became closer to their family.

The aroma of half a pot of pork is fragrant, this time not only half of Fengqi Village, but almost the entire village has smelled it, not to mention the envy in it.

Shen Ni also intends to be like this, it is better to be envied than to be looked down upon.

When the meat in the pot was almost stewed, Shen Ni scalded the wine again and asked Wen Xiaolou to drink a little with them.

Chen Lin jokingly asked her to drink some too, but was sternly rejected by Shen Ni.

It's not that she didn't drink it last time, but she didn't do well, but she tossed Wen Xiaolou enough.

Since then, Shen Ni has never dared to try again.

Let them eat first, and the ladies can only wait for the next table, this is the rule, and it can't be messed up.

Several young men are all at the age of blood and strength, and no one will admit defeat when they drink, pushing the cup and changing the lamp, and the atmosphere is not lively.

Shen Ni interjected two sentences from time to time, and chatted with them quite well.

The mother-in-law stood aside and watched, and couldn't help smacking her lips, to be honest, Shen Ni has really changed a lot.

Thinking back to the little girl who didn't even dare to say anything before, now she seems to be the backbone of this group of people.

I have to say that the influence of the outside world on a person is really huge.

The atmosphere at the whole table was warm, but there was only one person with an unnatural expression, and that was Wen Tao.

In fact, there is nothing strange about this, he is not in tune with these people, and because of the Zhang family's incident, it is strange that he can be in a good mood.

It's just that he is an honest man, and as an honest man, no matter how much displeasure he has, he can only hide it in his heart, not express it.

However, he can escape the eyes of others, but he can't escape Shen Ni.

Shen Ni thought, but it's time to give the eldest brother another family matter, it's not a matter to always let him alone, he will only become more and more depressed.

He can't think about it now, it's just that he hasn't adapted to the days of leaving Zhang's family, and when he begs his mother-in-law again, he will be in a better mood.

No love lasts forever, and this is true for anyone.

Those two people who have a harmonious relationship are just because they don't want to be separated from each other.

If it is fifty years from now, a hundred years from now, and ten thousand years from now, will there still be love that will not deteriorate?