14. Ask for praise

I couldn't help but sigh that this was the case. At that time, Widow Liu was so furious, saying that I wanted to murder my husband, even if it didn't mean that this fish head was really poisonous and inedible, but it might also cause death because of violating the teachings of the Holy Ancestor. If it weren't for Ah Ping, I'm afraid Widow Liu would really divorce me on the spot.

But why have I never heard my mother and father mention such an important matter? I didn't even tell you before I got married.

There is a vague feeling of strangeness, but I can't figure out what it is, and the only thing that can be explained is that because the family is too poor, there are very few opportunities to eat fish in a year, and Auntie and Daddy ignore this.

After the dish was heated, I re-opened the pot and brought it to the table, and there was no soup, only braised pork and a plate of green vegetables were left, and Ah Ping simply didn't pick it. After he picked up a piece of braised pork and ate it, he obviously took a special look at me, thinking that it was because of the heavy taste, and he tasted a piece himself, and the sweetness was just right. Then I saw that he had eaten five or six pieces in a row, and there was a tendency to clip more, but the plate of greens did not move.

Do you know how to be a picky eater? I picked up a chopstick and put it in his bowl, ignoring his frowning brow and eating by myself, and after a while, I saw him silently eat all the vegetables.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but be mischievous, and gave him another chopstick of greens, his movements paused, and he continued to eat greens.

When I was about to clamp it again for the third time, he picked up the bowl, quickly swiped his chopsticks to solve all the rice in the bowl, and then flipped the bowl to show me that he had eaten it all.

I was amused by his innocent actions, looked at those bright and clean eyes, and silently thought, perhaps, that unforeseeable future is not necessarily too bad.

Widow Liu sent a meal at me as an elder, but I was a new daughter-in-law but I couldn't ignore everything, after eating with Ah Ping, I made some gnocchi with flour and brought it to her door, and after knocking on the door, Ah Ping also followed her.

There was silence for a moment, and Widow Liu's deep voice came: "Let's put the stove in the room." ”

shrugged, not reluctantly, turned around and put the gnocchi back in the pot in the stove room, if she really didn't have the heart to come out to eat, sooner or later the pot would be cold, and the noodles would be cold, but I don't need to worry about it.

Back in the stove, I asked Ah Ping to either go back to the room first or find a chair to sit in the courtyard, but he refused to move, and insisted on staying in the stove room with me. Ignoring him, I walked over to clean up the table, and when I turned around after folding the leftover meat in the small bowl, I saw that Ah Ping had also followed my example and brought over the green vegetables that still had half a plate left.

He reached out to take it, but he didn't give it to me, he looked behind me, stretched out his arms, and when I turned around, he was speechless and silent. He actually poured the plate of green vegetables on top of the bowl of braised pork!

I took two deep breaths to calm down, and comforted myself that I didn't do a good job, and next time I either didn't let him interfere or ordered him to do it. The point is that Ah Ping threw the plate on the stove and looked at me with dark and bright eyes, which said clearly asking for praise.

Seeing this kind of little look, it was difficult to refuse, so he had to helplessly reach out and touch his head, and praise him as if comforting his younger brother Xiaotong: "You did a good job." ”

I thought that those eyes would immediately smile and feel satisfied again, and even a little tsundere, but it was very different from what I thought. His eyebrows furrowed, his displeasure evident, and he grabbed my hand off, not rude but not light, and stared down at my palm as if it were about to make a hole.