EBE Chapter 127: Can’t eat and walk around
Chapter 127: Can’t eat and walk around
"Hey, you see, with this cane, we can save a lot of money in our purse."
These words were like a stream of clear spring water, instantly washing away the haze in Jiang Ziling's heart, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Hey, are you laughing at me for being stingy?"
Su Yu pretended to be dissatisfied, rolled his eyes playfully, as if to say: "Every penny I make is earned through sweat."
Her frankness touched Jiang Ziling's heart, and he replied lovingly, "Okay, okay, okay, from now on, I will accept everything he gives me, just as I am contributing to A Yu's wallet."
This tacit understanding and understanding deepened the friendship between the two.
In the afternoon, the sun lazily sprinkled in the courtyard, and Su Yu began her busy and skilled kitchen work.
There is very little pickled meat left in the jars at home, and the strips of meat hanging in the vents have gradually lost their initial moisture over time and have dried into a unique flavor.
She deftly moved the half-dried meat above the stove, where the dance of smoke and flames was about to begin.
Every time he lights the firewood, it is not only for cooking, but also for inadvertently creating smoked meat with a unique flavor - the old man has a special liking for it.
At first, the strong smell of fireworks was almost a torture for Su Yu, but as time went on, she actually tasted the sweetness and uniqueness of life in it.
Today, she decided to make a pot of refreshing vegetable noodle soup, and then "rescued" the last piece of precious meat from the bottom of the jar, and simply stir-fried it with fresh green peppers.
Although this meal was put together in a hurry, it was a luxury for Su Yu, who had a heavy responsibility.
The skin care cream business was like a huge rock pressing on her heart, making her eager to stand on the market immediately and start a "battle" about beauty.
But such a meal that you think is simple is a great temptation in the eyes of others.
Before Xier and Jiang Ziling's praises had faded away, San Ya was already lying by the window, staring at the delicious food that was about to come out of the pot, her mouth watering.
The aroma of spicy pork seemed to come from the second aunt's kitchen next door again. The rich taste was so alluring that San Ya's eyes were filled with resentment and longing.
She looked at her mother, feeling aggrieved, but saw Xie Xinghua busy mending Daya's worn-out clothes. The patches one after another bore witness to the traces of time and also highlighted the family's financial difficulties.
Daya's clothes were already too short to cover her wrists and ankles, and Xie Xinghua was thinking about where to find more cloth to lengthen the clothes so that the children could wear them decently.
Just at this moment, she felt an eager gaze, and when she looked up, it was San Ya's eager eyes.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Do you want to learn needlework too?"
Xie Xinghua joked.
Sanya shook her head hastily, like a teased animal: "I just want to go out for a walk. I'm almost bored at home."
Daya and Erya also looked at their mother expectantly. To them, playing or not was not important. What was important was that they could escape from the constraints of these four walls and enjoy breathing freely.
Staying at home for a long time makes them feel depressed. Even going to the toilet seems like a secret operation. They feel like mice afraid of the light.
Xie Xinghua felt mixed emotions. Who could have expected that the Jiang family's changes would be so sudden, and the burden of life fell on her shoulders without any warning.
She felt sorry for the children's desire, but was also worried about the difficulties in reality. For a moment, she was caught in a dilemma.
There was still a lingering sense of shock in Zhao's eyes. It was obvious that the sudden storm had left a deep mark on her heart.
She has always been vindictive and will definitely find a reason to teach Daya a lesson in the next few days.
Everyone in the village was talking about how the bite wound on Zhao's hand almost took her life. Although Xie Xinghua was puzzled as to how a mere bite could cause such great harm, she knew very well that Zhao was narrow-minded and ruthless, and would never let go of anyone who offended her, let alone her own child.
When Xie Xinghua thought of this, she couldn't help but feel a chill rising up her spine, as if she had foreseen the coming storm.
She shook her head gently, her voice mixed with helplessness and worry, "Your Third Uncle's seventh day of mourning hasn't passed yet. If you go out and make a scene now, if Grandma sees you, she'll scold you endlessly."
After hearing what their mother said, the children all showed frustrated expressions on their faces and their little shoulders drooped slightly due to disappointment.
Xie Xinghua's eyes swept over the children one by one, and finally stopped at Daya, and she warned them earnestly: "Especially you, Daya, try to avoid grandma in the future. If she scolds you, run away quickly, and don't confront her head-on."
Having said that, Xie Xinghua's worries did not ease at all, so she added: "How about this, I'll send you to live with your grandma in a few days."
"Why?"
Daya looked confused and was obviously not happy with this suggestion.
At my grandmother's house, the idea of favoring boys over girls was particularly serious. Not only were the granddaughters treated badly, but even Xie Xinghua herself, as a daughter, did not receive much warmth.
The weakness and incompetence of Xie Xinghua's family indirectly condoned Zhao's arrogance and domineering behavior.
She knew in her heart that her mother was still resentful of her failure to give birth to a son, and always treated her and her daughter coldly.
But no matter what, blood is thicker than water, and no matter how unhappy the mother is, she will never really do anything bad to Daya.
What Xie Xinghua was really worried about was that a series of blows would cause Zhao to become mentally unbalanced and do something irreparable.
At this moment, lying on the hospital bed, although Zhao's body was extremely exhausted, the hatred towards Daya in her heart was growing wildly like weeds.
She stared at the layers of bandages wrapped around her arms, her eyes flashing with resentment and coldness.
This girl almost killed her. If it weren't for her, Youfu wouldn't have gone out in the chaos and encountered misfortune.
I can only blame my own weak health, otherwise, that girl would have been in great trouble!
Suddenly, an enticing aroma of food entered Zhao's nose. For Zhao, who had not been able to eat properly for many days, this was undoubtedly a great temptation. She couldn't help swallowing.
Then, Fang Qin strode into the room with the baby in her arms and stood upright beside the bed.
"You old fool, you only know how to lie down. You don't even ask what to eat at home. If I don't eat well, where will I get the milk to feed the child?"
In Fang Qin's opinion, the Jiang family's dining table has always been sumptuous, but during this period, since the appearance of the woman named Su Yu, the quality of her diet has plummeted. Not to mention fish, even the slightest bit of meat has become a luxury.
What was most unbearable to her was the aroma of the food cooked by the woman, which filled the entire yard and could be smelled. How could she endure this torture to her taste buds?