Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

Feng Qingxue agreed immediately, "I have prepared two dried chickens for you and was about to send them to you. I heard from Sister-in-law Cuihua that all the meat and fish that you and Da Jinzi received will be given to your cousin. There is no need to give food. I’ll keep it for you and Da Guizi! But when you tell your cousin, you must tell her that you have to pay for it with food, and so do we. There is no such thing as a free lunch.”

Wang Jiao is already lazy enough. If she continues to get something for nothing, what will she become in the future? She couldn't bear that Wang Jiao became useless and hateful. When she was out of confinement, she could slowly train her while she was still young. If she didn't change, it would be too late.

People who have passed middle age can still find their way back, not to mention that Wang Jiao is only one year older than herself.

A true friend is to persuade her to return to the right path, instead of letting her go further and further down the wrong path and destroy her good cards.

If Wang Jiao's character continues, it is very likely that she will fall into betrayal and alienation.

Everyone's tolerance is limited, and feelings cannot withstand consumption, including Zhang Yuejin and his mother.

"How can this be possible..." Wang Zhengguo never thought of taking advantage of his niece.

"Don't be polite to me. In my heart, you are better than your biological father. Isn't it right for a daughter to be filial to her biological father?" Feng Qingxue truly regarded Wang Zhengguo as a father. The original owner's parents favored sons over daughters, but there was no such thing as My uncle and aunt treat me well.

Wang Zhengguo's eye circles suddenly turned red.

Can you not be moved? His beloved daughter never thought of being filial to his father, but the niece who took care of him did her best to him and his wife, and never forgot to give them a piece of delicious food.

After wiping his face, he said, "I'm going to talk to your father!"

"Okay, uncle, you can eat at our house at noon." In case Wang Zhengjun lingered on and still pestered him.

The allotment of pork was eaten up in two days, and the crucian carp was kept in a bucket to stew soup for Xibao to make noodles. The air-dried meat was too dry and hard to stew, so Feng Qingxue cut into a large piece and cooked it. Bacon, stir-fried with dried chili pepper, the lean meat is bright red, and the fat meat is transparent, then fried a garlic yolk egg, fried shredded radish and vinegar-soaked cabbage strips, cooked a pot of brown rice and pumpkin porridge, and cooked a pot of black noodles examination paper.

"Ah Jiang, didn't you bring back a bottle of Moutai? Open it and pour a cup for dad and uncle later."

Lu Jiang responded, took off the little fat man sitting on top of him and held him in his arms. The two men went into the house together, took out a bottle of Maotai they brought and put it on the dining table. They casually told his nephew to invite his grandparents to eat.

"Would you like to invite Grandpa Xu and Grandma Xu as well?" Lu Tianzhi asked, looking up at Xibao.

"Call everyone, let's have a meal together." Lu Jiang touched his head, and Xibao immediately stopped complying. He yelled angrily, grabbed his big hand, put it to his mouth and took a bite.

The little guy didn't have teeth, so his soft gums bit Lu Jiang's hand, making it itchy and wet.

"Hey, little one, daddy's meat is hard and the skin is thick. Don't damage your soft and tender gums, which will make your teeth stop growing and make you look like an old woman with a flat mouth. Come on, let's help mom serve the dishes. Let’s get to work!”

The little fat boy kept biting the first half of the sentence. When he heard the word "mother", the little fat boy seemed to understand and relaxed.

Seeing this scene, several children in the room pursed their lips and smiled. Xibao was so cute.

"Don't just stand there stupidly, go to the kitchen to serve food and rice and get chopsticks!" Lu Jiang hugged the little fat man and brought a bunch of large and small radish heads into the kitchen, and then returned to the main room. When he came back, there was no one there. No one is empty-handed.