Pretty Daughter-in-law Turning Over

Chapter 5 Meat delivered to your door

"You sit," Hu said again when Jing'er was dumbfounded.

Immediately, she was at a loss, not knowing whether she should stand or stand?

If it is ironic, then...will she be kicked out of the house by her mother-in-law for being disobedient and unfilial?
Jing'er felt uneasy in her heart, and the worst results were already on the tip of her tongue, stirring hundreds of millions of times.

Are you waiting for her to speak up?

No, she won't leave Tu's house even if she dies!

Even if you are married and become a wife, you will not leave the house even if you are a human being or a ghost.

"Mom, I'm going to fetch water and drench the vegetables."

"Hold on."

Seeing Jing'er's red eyes, Mrs Hu said hesitantly, "Yin'er, she... please help me."

"Looking for a matchmaker?"

Is her young daughter-in-law looking for a matchmaker, isn't she very stable?
Besides, she doesn't have the ability to discern people.

In her only knowledge, the Tu family who can eat meat is already a wealthy family.

Hu Shi felt that his decision was mocked by Jing'er in disguise, and said coldly, "You are not qualified!"

"...!" Well, blame her for thinking too much!
Immediately, Hu explained her plan again, and Jing'er realized that it was not because she thought too much, but not enough.

In order to marry a daughter, is it really good to calculate people like this?

In the house, it suddenly fell into a strange silence, and no one wanted to be the first bird.

"According to the plan, it's not difficult." Tu Cao either kept silent, but as soon as he made a sound, he supported his own woman.

"Father, you sprinkled the ink I taught you pretty well."

Coated with electricity and jokes.

In an instant, he stopped laughing.

"To shut up!"

Regarding the matter of her daughter's marriage, the Hu family did not get used to the younger son and let him talk nonsense.

Tu Dian's face was slackened, and he shifted the contradiction: "Mom, my sister-in-law refuses to express her position, which means that she thinks it is difficult to do and is unwilling to do it."

"Mom, I didn't think so."

Jing'er's explanation was a sophistry to Hu's ears.

Even so, no matter how difficult it is to do it!
In the yard next door, Grandma Liu kindly watched her grandson Ban'er and Qing'er play, and she kept peeling corn kernels in her hands.

After getting the money, she can live a decent and peaceful old age with her son-in-law Gouer, and her daughter doesn't need to be ridiculed.

Ban'er found a tree branch to write and draw on the ground, crooked and messy.

Only Grandma Liu could see that he was painting the self-ringing bell in that mansion, which was very rare.

"Grandma." Jing'er walked in tandem with both hands and feet, almost breaking Ban'er's masterpiece.

Grandma Liu didn't lift her head, she said "um" and was speechless.

One old and one young, they just stood there silently for a few seconds, and no one looked at anyone.

On the other side of the courtyard wall, Mr. Hu was leaning on the wall to eavesdrop, constantly monitoring Jing'er's words and deeds.

"Mother Gua, you can't talk, and you can't fart!"

Hu Shi whispered.

If it was her who came, how dare you not give her face when looking at things?
Without Grandma Liu's approval, Jing'er didn't want to be cheeky and break into other people's yard. She stood there with a wicker basket on her shoulders, watching the board and playing with Qing'er.

Qing'er couldn't hold the tree branch firmly, and she wanted to play with her brother very much. She was as smart as she was paddling on the ground. After a while, her tender little hands were dirty.

When children are having fun, they don't care whether the soil is dirty or not, they pick their slightly itchy nostrils or touch their face when their hands get muddy, and the soil is everywhere.

Qing'er, who was a little beautiful girl a moment ago, has become a gray-headed mud girl the next moment.

"Qing'er, dirty, can't eat."

No matter how naughty and playful a child is, it's normal to roll in the mud, fight shit, and somersault, but you can't put everything in your mouth.

Qing'er's round eyes, Mengmeng watched Jing'er hold her hand.

"Sister, ugly bug."

"Hey, it's ugly."

Jing'er covered the back of her left hand with her backhand. She didn't want to touch Qing'er with any more wounds. The unscabbed wound was ugly and painful.

Don't look at Grandma Liu peeling off the corn cobs one by one. She is old but shrewd, and Jing'er's every move is always in her eyes.

There is nothing to do without going to the Three Treasures Hall, and it is not good to have anything to do with the Tu family.

"Wow, delicious meat...?"

"what are you doing?"

Jing'er smiled and took out the braised pork from the basket and stuffed it for Qing'er to eat.

These braised pork were prepared by the Hu family, and it was specified that she should bring them to Ban Erqing'er to eat, preferably in front of Grandma Liu.

Meat, meat that is not always available during festivals, how precious it must be.

Seeing Qing'er jumping up and down with joy after eating meat, Jing'er bitterly remembered herself when she was a child.

As far as she can remember, the first bite of meat she ate in her mouth was a piece of rat meat that had changed its taste.

"Hey, I don't take you like this when I touch the porcelain. You cry without touching a single hair of yours. Want to scold you?"

Grandma Liu couldn't help but keep the greedy Qing'er behind her, like an old hen who only protects her cubs, she is very vigilant.

Half a month ago, she just accidentally fell into Tu's vegetable field while walking, and did not damage a vegetable in his family. She was scolded by Hu's secretly and secretly for more than ten days.

Everyone in the village would say that she was old and confused, old-fashioned and bad-hearted, and that she could not see the beautiful vegetables grown by others.

Occasionally, when Mr. Hu saw Ban’er and Qing’er playing outside the house, he kindly gave them carrot roots, sweet potatoes and potatoes.

This "kindness", Grandma Liu remembered it in her bones until she died, and hated it in her heart.

"Grandma Liu, this meat is all good, there's leftovers for lunch today...?"

"You are a cheap prodigal thing, you don't eat good meat, and go to other people's houses to be courteous!"

No matter how complicated things are here, the meat is fine, the freshest meat she's ever eaten.

Before Jing'er could explain the truth, Mr. Hu, whose cat was eavesdropping on the wall, rushed out and shouted, wishing the whole village would know about it.

Grandma Liu responded with a sneer: "Without a mother-in-law, a daughter-in-law can't turn the tide."

"I heard people say you're old and confused, and I'll help you argue. Jing'er is naive. She steals the meat from her family and feeds it to the white-eyed wolves. As long as you are a person, your mouth will be nice and obedient."

"Oh, no one can do such a thing!"

Grandma Liu stood firmly at the gate of the yard, not giving in a single step.

Jing'er, who came in with half a foot, was also pushed out by her mercilessly.

Jing'er, who is not human inside or outside, interjected deliberately. Before she said anything, Mrs. Hu had already snatched the basket from her hand, squeezed her hand and said, "I have seen a wicked person, but I have never seen a wicked old witch like you! Being insulted by your dead old woman with good intentions, even a person with a temperament will die!"

"Thief hoof, what are you trying to hold back?"

Grandma Liu didn't gossip with the feces-spitting Hu Shi, and explained Hu Shi's thoughts in one sentence.

Moreover, if she is not old and dim, the wound on the back of Jing'er's hand was scratched by Hu Shi, and the blood was delicate and eye-catching.

Even so, Jing'er still endured the pain without saying a word.

At least, she didn't want to be the fuse that intensified the conflict between her mother-in-law and Grandma Liu.

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(End of this chapter)