"Hmph, what time is it? It's almost dinner, and as soon as the meal arrives, it disappears, and I don't know how to go home to help cook. ”

Zhou muttered beside Wu Jiayang.

"Hey, what's the meal? It's rare for people to come back once. ”

Wu Jiayang was okay with his daughter, and said a word for Wu Hui at this time.

"Hmph, I don't come back on the second day of the first month, and when I come back at this time, I don't know what An's heart is?

Probably because I wanted to save the return gift on the second day of the Lunar New Year, so I missed the day to come back. ”

Zhou's number fell to the road.

When Wu Jiayang heard this, he also felt slightly uncomfortable in his heart, and felt that if his daughter was like this, she really raised a white-eyed wolf and didn't know how to be grateful in return.

But Wu Hui is his daughter, and when he was sick last time, he came to see him from home.

In the end, Wu Jiayang snorted and didn't say much.

After standing in the house for a while, I smelled the smell of chicken soup wafting through the house.

Wu Jiayang swallowed his saliva, and he asked Zhou strangely:

"How can there be chickens in the house to kill? Didn't you get chicken plague last month and all of them died? ”

"Dad, this is the little hen that Wang Xiao bought, stewed for Wu Jing to make up for him."

Wu Hui came out of the firewood room and replied.

"Wu Jing? What happened to Wu Jing? ”

Wu Jiayang didn't have time to be happy to see his daughter, and when he heard Wu Jing's name, he frowned.

It seems that Wu Jing has been ravened by the Zhou family, and he has no status in Wu Jiayang's heart.

Wu Hui looked at her father's expression, and felt bitter in her heart.

"Wu Jing had a fever, so he found Dr. Wu to show him, grabbed the medicine and took it, and now the fever has subsided."

This was said by Zhou.

In Zhou's rhetoric, there is no mention of Wang Xiao and Wu Hui.

When Wu Jiayang heard this, he naturally thought that these things were done by the Zhou family, so he nodded with satisfaction and said:

"Although you are a stepmother, you are so good to Jing'er."

Zhou smiled and said, "I should be his own son, of course I have to be good to him." ”

Wu Hui was speechless for a while, and it was not good to talk to the Zhou family at this time.

In the end, she cared about her younger brother in her hands, for fear of annoying the Zhou family, and it was Wu Jing who turned around and added the stick.

Wu Hui also suffered from the Zhou family.

In the past, when she was not married, Wu Jiayang worked in the fields every day, and the Zhou family bullied them when Wu Jiayang was away.

Worried that there would be a conflict between his father and the Zhou family, Wu Hui and Wu Jing didn't dare to talk to Wu Jiayang about these things.

Especially Zhou's threatened them, if they dared to tell Wu Jiayang that she was not good, she would roll up the shop and leave, let their father be an old widower, and the bride price money would be in vain.

For this reason, Wu Hui and Wu Jing have silently endured the bad treatment of the Zhou family to them in the past few years.

Even if Wu Jiayang was faintly aware of it, as long as Wu Hui and Wu Jing didn't complain to him, he would open his eyes and close his eyes.

Housework is rare and confused.

What's more, the children of the stepmother and the ex-wife are generally not too close, so they can be raised improvised, and the housework at home is managed.

Wu Jiayang's appeasement made Zhou's more and more black and white reversed, arrogant and domineering.

After Wu Hui got married, she finally got rid of this miserable situation, but Wu Jing was unlucky.

Wu Hui can still "sell" for money, but Wu Jing only has the function of spending money, how can he not let the Zhou family grit his teeth with hatred?

Wu Jiayang saw that his daughter's belly was not small, so he said with concern:

"Xiaohui, when will you be born?"

"It's the middle of next month." Wu Hui said.

Wu Jiayang nodded and said: "When the time comes, let your mother serve you in confinement, it's too late to raise chickens at home now, so you can only find someone to buy them."

Originally, I raised a few chickens and wanted to send them to you during confinement, but they all died of chicken plague.

By the way, I had to make a jar of red wine, but it was too late, so I found someone to buy it. ”

Zhou was not happy when he heard it, these can cost a lot of money, isn't it just to give birth to a nephew? Make it as happy as giving birth to a grandchild.

"Dad, Xianggong bought a chicken and some soup, I'll call you to eat."

Wu Hui heard Wu Jiayang say this, and she took her to heart, and her mood was much better.

Although the little hen was bought for Wu Jingbu, it must not be given to his father.

Wu Jiayang didn't think too much about it, nodded and said, "Okay." ”

Wu Hui beat up the rest of the chicken soup, Wu Jiayang's index finger moved, and after two mouthfuls of soup, Wu Qing and Wu Shui ran in.

One of them was only 8 years old and the other was 10 years old, and as soon as they saw their father eating chicken soup, they gathered around and rushed to eat it.

Wu Jiayang had no choice but to divide a bowl of chicken soup into two bowls for them to eat.

From beginning to end, he drank only a few sips of the soup himself.

This is the father's love for his children, and Wu Hui is not easy to put his beak.

But seeing that my father loved Wu Qing and Wu Shui, I couldn't help but envy them.

Dad didn't seem to have done this to Wu Jing.

At this time, Zhou said: "Xianggong, let's cook wild vegetable porridge tonight, right?" There is not much rice, and it is full of calculations, and it is necessary to hold on until the rice opens in the summer, and you can only eat two or two meters a day, and it is not enough to put more. ”

Zhou calculated the accounts very clearly.

The meaning in that sentence is: Even if Wu Hui and Wang Xiao came back to visit relatives, they didn't put more rice.

Wu Jiayang didn't think there was anything wrong, anyway, the family didn't always eat like this, but he also raised objections, saying:

"It's rare for Xiaohui to come back once, you can do something good."

"Hmph, come back once and treat yourself as a delicate guest?

When people are guests, they all bring a lot of gifts, how can they come back empty-handed? Zhou said politely.

Zhou's clamp gun clamp stick.

Wu Hui was angry, just now they were busy taking care of Wu Jing because he was sick, and they didn't have time to take out the gifts for the family.

Wang Xiao kept putting things on the ox cart, and before he could bring them in, just before Wu Hui could refute, he heard Wang Xiao's thick baritone voice coming:

"Dad, mother, Xiaohui and I came back late, but not to save that little gift, but because Xiaohui was unwell in those days, she was pregnant, you know, so I didn't dare to forcibly bring her back.

She has been thinking about her father and mother at home, and she is in good health, so she urged me to come back, so I brought her back.

However, the return ceremony was prepared on the second day of the Lunar New Year, and it was prepared by my mother, so naturally I will not save this. ”

After speaking, Wang Xiao put the quilt on his back on the bench on the side, and went out to bring in the gift prepared by Liu Wan from the ox cart.

The gifts took up half of the space on the ox cart, and they filled the entire table with them, which immediately shocked Wu Jiayang and Zhou.

"Ouch, what's this? Yes, yes, and pig's trotters? ”

"Mother, yo, so many pastries? It looks delicious, I'm going to eat it. Wu Qingdao.

"What kind of stuffing is this Qingming kueh? I'm going to eat stuffed meat. Wu Shui jumped straight to his feet. 、

"Yo, and such a big pickled fish and pickled chicken?" Wu Jiayang was also happy.

Zhou didn't expect Wu Hui to bring such a sumptuous return gift, and he couldn't help but be happy.

"Qingming kueh has radish meat filling, bean paste filling, all of which are made by my mother, and you can eat them as you like." Wang Xiaodao.