husband and wife

Chapter 42

So at this moment, the Song family is all at home. When they heard the movement outside, they all came out to greet them. The three girls and three babies were faster than them. I heard from afar that their three uncles and three aunts brought a lot of things back, and they ran as fast as the Rockets. It seems that in a blink of an eye, he came to him and hugged Song Ziheng's leg.

Pulling back another load of things, more than the ones pulled yesterday, Song's mother looked happy and worried, a little embarrassed: "Why did you bring so many things back..."

Mrs. Zhang joked: "My uncle and younger siblings went to rob their in-laws and came back."

"Sister-in-law was joking, it's just some small gifts my mother prepared for everyone."

Song Ziheng also explained: "The kindness of the father-in-law and mother-in-law is hard to refuse."

Father Song sighed: "But you can't always take advantage of your in-laws like this."

"Look at what dad said, the family has a relationship, and they said they were taking advantage." Su Wan raised her eyebrows and smiled, "I will tell my parents in the future, so that they don't have to be so polite anymore, just move the things back first. .”

Su Wan thought about her hibiscus flower, and took it back to the kitchen first. Song Xiaomei also moved the rice, flour, oil, salt, etc. into the kitchen. When she came out, she glanced at Su Wan's head, and said with a smile, "The one worn by sister-in-law San What is it? It’s so beautiful.”

"The wreath made by hibiscus flowers, I will ask your third brother to make one for you tomorrow."

Song Xiaomei let out a long "Oh" and raised her voice: "It turned out that the third brother did it. It's the first time I know that the third brother is so skillful when I grow up."

Song Ziheng, who was moving things, noticed the eyes around him, paused, pursed his lips, and moved the things into the main room without looking sideways.

After moving things, Song's mother asked: "I'm back now, haven't I had breakfast yet?"

Song Ziheng shook his head, and Song Xiaomei was lovingly touching a roll of embroidery thread. The embroidery thread was silky to the touch, and the colors were correct and colorful. It was the best embroidery thread, and she couldn't afford it on weekdays.As a businesswoman, Mrs. Su is impeccable in dealing with people. As she said, these things are not expensive, and they can be used in the Song family, which makes people happy.When Song Xiaomei heard her mother's words, she quickly put down the embroidery thread, got up and said, "I'll make breakfast."

Su Wan followed: "I'll go with you."

In the kitchen, Su Wan fetched a basin of water to soak the hibiscus flowers. Amid Song Xiaomei's dumbfounded expression, she commanded with a very natural expression: "Little sister, go and get some flour, and chop some shallots."

"Sister-in-law three, you don't know... want to use this flower for cooking?"

"Yeah, the noodles are fried in a pan. It's delicious and beautiful. Your third brother will definitely like it."

After a while, bursts of fragrance came out from the kitchen. Li Shi was still touching the cloth in his hand, thinking that he could make some clothes, put down the cloth the next second, sniffed vigorously, and said with a smack of his tongue: "This is How much oil was poured down..."

Father Song was sitting at the door smoking a dry cigarette. He always liked it, but the bamboo tobacco rod had long been smoked black. As soon as the new tobacco rod prepared by his daughter-in-law's family was taken out, he couldn't wait to take it, and lit the fire. clicked up.Father Song didn't look back, but just knocked the cigarette rod on the ground twice, and Mother Song gave Li Shi a hard look. Li shrank her neck and went back to the house with cloth in her arms.

Song Xiaomei came out and called Song Ziheng: "Third Brother, it's time to eat."

Song Ziheng got up and went out. When he passed by Song Xiaomei, he only heard her whisper, "Brother, what do you think, eat hibiscus flowers fried, but it's quite delicious..."

Song Ziheng paused, what did he think?
Song Xiaomei looked at him suspiciously: "Why don't you leave?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Song Ziheng returned to his senses, smiled slightly, and stepped into the kitchen. Miss Song didn't follow, but took the embroidery thread back to the house. She usually has no other hobbies, except for embroidery. With such exquisite embroidery thread, she wished she could immediately pick it up and embroider it.

Today, since the daughters-in-law are all at home, Song Xiaomei is no longer needed for cooking. Mrs. Zhang cooks lunch, and Mrs. Li will be in the evening. Su Wan was going to help out. Although she can't do it, she should be a helper However, Song's mother said that she was tired after returning from the county, so she had to rest for a day.

Su Wan had nothing to do, so learning to do needlework was just a pretense, so she lured Song Ziheng back to his room to read a book. After he left, she could use the excuse of leaving a book in his room to go into his study to check the news of the dynasty. Now this There was no need for excuses, and her enthusiasm for needlework was more than half extinguished. She sat on the sofa with Song Ziheng's travel notes "smuggled" from the study and read slowly. The cloth used for practicing hands was still placed aside.

The room was very quiet, both of them were reading quietly, when suddenly there was a voice outside, Song Ziheng immediately turned to look at Su Wan, Su Wan understood, immediately closed the book and stuffed it behind her back, took the cloth at hand and picked up the embroidery needle, The door was pushed open, Mother Song looked inside with a smile, and said, "Your sister-in-law made sour plum soup, come and have some." Sour plum soup is now a summer drink in the Song family and even the entire Song family village.

Song Ziheng nodded: "That's it."

Watching his mother turn and leave, Song Ziheng turned his head and looked at Su Wan again, thinking that his wife was hiding something, this reaction and the ability to whitewash the peace are perfect.

Su Wan blinked at him, hid the book, then got up and said, "Go out."

Song Ziheng also laughed, shook her hand, and let go when he walked to the door.

(End of this chapter)