The most beautiful daughter-in-law of space peasant women, Shanlihan

Chapter 22
Give your daughter-in-law's money, why give it to me, don't!

Lin Qiaoyun wailed inwardly, holding dozens of coins in her palm, unable to speak.The smile on the man's face is too bright, all because of her, then in the next second, his smile will be taken away by her words.

On the way back, Lin Qiaoyun was entangled in thinking, unknowingly turned over the top of the mountain, and looked back at the continuous mountain peaks after entering the village. It turns out that the mountain road is not difficult to walk.

But she ignored the man who held her hand and helped her overcome obstacles.

Every household’s cooking smoke rolled into white smoke, rushing to the sky, the lights of thousands of houses were scattered, children’s laughter floated from the eaves, cicadas sang a symphony with crickets, walking on the yellow dirt road, Lin Qiaoyun found a sense of belonging for the first time , warm in the heart.

When entering the door, Mrs. Wang was still holding the soles of her shoes, knocking and cursing, "I have a daughter-in-law and forget my mother. I went out for a whole day and didn't go home. I didn't care about anything. It's turned upside down."

The old man Qin had no choice but to answer his wife while smoking a pipe.The other brothers in the family didn't dare to touch their old mother's bad luck, and those who chopped firewood and those who picked up the prey were busy.

"Huh, Lang Hoof, you won't stay home if you go out in the wild, and you will be taken back to your mother's house sooner or later." Mrs. Zhang was cooking, and her hands were scalding when the oil splashed, and she couldn't stop cursing.

Sang couldn't listen and was busy with work.

Tian swept the rotten water, frowned, but said nothing.

Lin Qiaoyun looked at the whole family jumping around, smiling and feeling happy, only if they make a lot of noise will they be popular.

"Father, mother, we are back." Qin Han greeted as he walked, untied a bag of rice and handed it to Wang at the door, "Mother, this is rice, I'm going to kill the fish."

Wang yanked the soles of her shoes, staring at her eyes in disbelief, her choked expression was particularly funny.

Lin Qiaoyun simply took the fish, squatted in front of her, and shouted sweetly, "Mother, I bought the rice and the fish."

Wang gagged her breath, blushing and thick neck, like a fish tied to a straw rope and rolling its eyes, unable to jump up, and finally twisted its head, its mouth wrinkled into a chrysanthemum, "It's time for dinner, hurry up and cook fish Soup."

"Okay, let's make fish head soup today, and then make braised fish." Lin Qiaoyun floated into the kitchen with the fish, jumping up and down three times, in a beautiful mood.

An old family is like a treasure.

Fry the fish head yellow on both sides, add water at the highest temperature, then put a few pieces of Sunjia tofu, add ginger slices and cook in a simmer.Slice the fish on both sides, fry both sides, add water, soy sauce, sugar, shredded ginger, boil until the juice dries up, and the fish head tofu soup is ready when serving.

Two dishes, one milky white with crisp chopped green onion, one thick and fragrant juice, several men in the family were seduced to make their stomachs growl, and they shouted for dinner several times.

Lin Qiao served white rice on the cloud, and first handed old man Qin chopsticks, "Father, you should taste it first."

"Yeah." The old man Qin pretended to be serious, picked up a piece of braised fish with chopsticks, his face changed after one mouthful, and he couldn't stop after the second mouthful and the third mouthful.

Lin Qiaoyun didn't ask if it was good, and returned to the kitchen with a smile.

"You old man, don't touch your son's soup. It's for the fifth child." In the courtyard, Mrs. Wang saw that old man Qin was about to use the fish soup, so she took a step forward, picked up the fish soup, and walked directly to the west hut.

"You bitch..." The old man Qin jumped up angrily, staring eagerly at the milky white fish soup, thinking of the delicious taste, he regretted not having a taste first.

When all the staff arrived, everyone moved their chopsticks. Everyone's chopsticks had long eyes and poked straight at the stewed fish. After a chopstick was imported, they all fell silent.

A happy meal.

(End of this chapter)