Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

   Zhang Yue'e was about to call Da'er Er Er to accompany the guests for a drink, but was stopped by He Junfeng.

   He does not shy away from helping to set fire to fire, and his tall figure fills half of the kitchen.

   "Auntie, don't drink any more wine, let's just take a sip and chat with each other."

   He smelled the aroma of the onion and garlic, and continued to praise.

   "This smell is authentic. The craftsmanship of Haitang is comparable to that of a chef in a serious restaurant."

  Su Haitang was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he sautéed the garlic sprouts on the fire.

   "We, Haitang, have been able to do it since childhood." Zhang Yue'e couldn't bear to dry the guests and saved the scene with a smile.

   "Milk, you'd better go and call the uncle and second uncle to come over, I have something to tell them."

  Su Haitang had a fire in her heart, and she didn't vomit unpleasantly. But she didn't want the milk to be embarrassed by the side, so she simply sent the person away.

   Zhang Yue'e looked at He Junfeng in embarrassment, frowned and called Sheng Haitang.

   "Come on, baby, I won't quarrel with him. Besides, if you're worried, why don't you hurry up and go to the rescue? If there's a quarrel, it must be my granddaughter, right?"

  Su Haitang said softly, coquettishly.

   Zhang Yue'e saw that her granddaughter was in the mood for a joke, she sneered at her, and asked He Junfeng with a smile: "Sir, shall I go find my son?"

   "Okay auntie, I'm giving you trouble."

   He Junfeng knew that Su Haitang was "setting up rules" for him, but he still refused to cooperate, so he added a fire to the stove, half got up and responded with a smile.

   Zhang Yue'e left happily.

   "You and your grandma have such a good relationship." There were only two of them left, and the atmosphere froze instantly. He Junfeng chose a safe word to make his opening remarks.

   "Your cooking skills were also taught by your grandma, right? It's really good!"

  Su Haitang glanced at him, put the plate neatly, and made another egg drop soup in a frying pan.

"If you were three years old, you had to step on the horseshoe and put two benches on top of each other, and cook with the pot and the spatula. You've been doing it for fifteen or six years, rain or shine, and you'll be picked on at dinner, your cooking skills. It will be fine too.”

   "You want to cook at the age of three?" He Junfeng raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

   A three-year-old child is not as tall as a pot, so how strong is it to use a kitchen knife? Wouldn't it be this kid who deliberately lied to make him soft-hearted?

  Su Haitang was too lazy to distinguish the emotion in his tone, and snorted coldly.

   "The children of the poor are already in charge of the family. Who told me that my father would not love my mother or my mother?"

"Not only to cook, but to fold the family's quilt from the morning, sweep the floor, wipe the table, cook, carry the table, wash, feed the chickens, feed the pigs, sweep the yard, sweep the street, wash the clothes, go up the mountain to pull the grass and cut the wheat, all the work has to be done. ."

   "Afterwards, I had to look after my younger brothers and sisters, feed and wash diapers. I was afraid that they would run around and fall, and work behind their backs all day long, even when I was sick. Because I didn't do these things, I would have to dry milk."

   "The milk is the strong labor of the family, and it's tiring enough. Su Jianmin has bad legs and feet, and Liu Lancui's three are lazy and lazy, stealing, cheating, cheating, eating and waiting to die. The milk loves his son, and he does the work of several people alone."

"I feel sorry for my mother, and I thought Liu Lancui and the others were really uncomfortable when they pretended to be sick. She taught me to be filial, so I rushed to work. But they still took me out, beating and scolding me for three meals a day, plus a late-night snack. ."

   "I am a dead person, only I know how much I have suffered, you don't understand."

  Su Haitang patted the cucumbers and garlic vigorously, and then mixed them with salt and vinegar.

   "If it wasn't for the protection of milk over the years, I don't think I would have grown or grown, and I was beaten to death by Liu Lancui long ago."

   "I dream every day that someone will tell me that you are not actually a child of the Su family. When your parents find you, you will be able to live a good life where someone loves someone."

   She glanced at the embarrassed He Junfeng again, and the corner of her mouth taunted.

   "I've grown up, and I don't have the daydreams I had when I was a kid. Because I have milk, uncles and uncles, I finally grow up safely and can make money by myself. These are not the credits of Su Jianmin's family."

   "At this time, you appeared. You didn't come to comfort me and pity me. You opened your mouth to ask me to help you, and you even scolded me for being mean. What do I owe you? My mother is right, I just don't have a parental relationship."