"Mother, this is something that my mother's family brought to your house." Wu Xiuying cried for a long time, relieved herself, had some strength on her body, stood up and struggled to take things to Yang Suen's house.

"Slow, this is given to the second aunt by the second aunt's mother's family, to make up for the body, why do you want to give the big guy food, milk, are you going to fight with your unborn grandson for such a mouthful!" Chu Yulan stretched out her hand to block Wu Xiuying's way, since Yang Suen spoke so ugly just now, she didn't need to show mercy.

Wu Xiuying is her mother in the end, although the two have conflicts for some reason, they still can't let outsiders bully, even grandma Yang Suen. Why did she never think about the child in Wu Xiuying's belly, it was her own grandson who was kissed ~ kissed, didn't she know that pregnant women couldn't be angry, they were not good for the fetus, and they deliberately spoke so badly.

"Yes, since her mother's family is so good to her, let her go back to her mother's house, live in her mother's house for the rest of her life and don't come back, the family in the province will serve her!" Yang Suen didn't know what Ding Haiyang was doing, so she thought it was Chu Yulan who was making trouble, people of her age were very paranoid, and she felt whatever she wanted.

"Mother, I didn't say that, Yulan, you get out of the way, you don't need your children to interfere in the affairs of adults!" When Wu Xiuying heard Yang Suen ask her to go back to her parents' house to live, her face became even paler, almost transparent, and she staggered and almost fell, so she gritted her teeth and took her things to Yang Suen's house and put them down. Then he went back to the house, closed the door, and lay down on the kang.

"I know all day long that I am pretending to be sick, that woman has never been pregnant with a child, who is as squeamish as you, thinking that when I was pregnant and about to give birth, I was still cutting wheat in the field, and I want you to starve to death so early!" Yang Suen looked at the woven bag on the ground with satisfaction, a lot of bulging things, and there was still no sign of letting her go.

"Milk, who is to blame for my second aunt's poor health, who is to blame for not being able to conceive a child for so many years, it wasn't that you let her steam steamed steamed buns in the rain when it rained heavily, otherwise how could she have a miscarriage, how could she be in such poor health!" Before Wu Xiuying gave birth to her, she was pregnant with a child, but she had a miscarriage and did not take good care of it, which hurt her fundamentally, so she never conceived a child.

At that time, Wu Xiuying had just married into the Chu family, Chu Xiahe and Chu Qianqin had not yet married, and it rained heavily that year, and the flood rose sharply. Yang Suen ignored Wu Xiuying's life and death, and insisted that she steam steamed steamed buns for the whole family to eat, and was drenched in the rain for several hours, and the unformed child was gone that night.

It was only after that time that Chu Liye made up his mind to build a decent kitchen, a kitchen that would not rain no matter what kind of wind and rain. Otherwise, with the original conditions of the Chu family, it is indeed inappropriate to build such a kitchen, of course, because of building the kitchen, Yang Suen scolded Wu Xiuying a lot.

"When a daughter-in-law doesn't work for the family, why do you want her to do it, like a lazy bone like you, if you marry into your in-laws' family in the future, sooner or later you will be beaten to death by your in-laws and abandoned by your husband, the poor days are still early, you have to suffer!" Yang Suen picked up the pastry that she had stepped on on the ground, knocked the soil with her hands, untied the bag, and picked up a piece by herself and put it in her mouth, and suddenly the wrinkles on her face turned into a flower. Looking at Chu Yulan triumphantly while eating, the more angry she was, the more smug the smile on Yang Suen's face became, and the louder the sound of her mouth chirping.

Chu Yulan was very uncomfortable when her own grandmother said this, but she couldn't say anything too much, and finally just asked word by word: "Milk, are you really looking forward to my death so much?" ”