Starting from the whispering between the two of them a few days ago, Chen Baishuang has been staring at the mother and son for several days, mainly because the mother and son mentioned that the mother and son are too wrong, and the mother-in-law is staring at the girl and the aunt a little tightly.

Leng Hongyi was more like he was guarding against something.

The two of them didn't talk loudly just now, but she hid behind the door, and of course she heard everything.

The mother and son looked at each other, and Mrs. Leng looked away.

She didn't agree with the matter of her little granddaughter and Fu Yingshao, but she hadn't thought about letting others know, and now she didn't know how to explain her daughter-in-law.

Leng Hongyi was at a loss, after all, he hid this matter from his whole family, including his daughter herself, and he used sheep to fool him.

Now facing his wife's questioning gaze, even if he learns more thick black from others, he doesn't know what to do.

When he was in a dilemma, a group of people outside the door came in one after another, and Leng Qingzhu entered the door and looked directly for Chen Baishuang: "Mom, what else is there to do?" ”

The spoon in Chen Baishuang's hand pointed at her husband's nose, eager to poke him in the eyes directly, and lowered her voice to warn: "You wait for me, you must explain this matter to me clearly!" ”

Turning his head to Leng Qingzhu outside, he raised his voice and said, "It's all over, put it on the table and eat!" ”

Leng Hongyi dodged the spoon and hurriedly went to put the table.

Chen Baishuang looked at him deeply and turned to go out.

Directing the group of young people to wash their hands, eat, and clean up the table.

Fu Yingshao stood next to the east pot table and asked, "Mom, can you lift the pot?" ”

Chen Baishuang glanced at him complicatedly and nodded: "Lift it!" ”

Fu Yingshao lifted the lid of the pot.

Several dishes were heated on top of the wooden pot and fork, and under the pot was braised rice.

Leng Qingzhu casually took a towel and stuffed it into his hand, and put it on the edge of the plate to insulate the heat.

Ji Linlin stood beside Leng Qingzhu and quipped: "Since you got engaged, the eldest brother has become less and less like our eldest brother, I didn't talk about any temper before, and my ten fingers didn't touch the spring water, but now I can pour it well, I am proficient in chopping wood, sweeping snow and water, maybe I will even learn needlework in a few days." ”

Fu Yingshao snorted coldly: "You should really be glad that I have changed!" ”

Ji Linlin stuck out his tongue and closed his mouth smartly, these days, Fu Yingshao's kindness to Leng Qingzhu made her forget her proportions.

Dare to say this in front of him, is really looking for death.

Hurriedly reached out to help, seeking help from Leng Qingzhu.

Fu Yingshao turned around, looked at his mother-in-law, couldn't help but be a little puzzled, and urgently changed the player.

These elders are really getting more and more eccentric.

When he entered the house, he stopped talking directly to the old man.

This made the premonition in Fu Yingshao's heart worse and worse.

However, it was very open, and everyone else followed the room, and the sound of gossiping made him have to give up thinking for a while.

Leng Xiangbei turned on the TV and sat down at the table listening to the news.

Leng Qingzhu listened to the news in his ears and analyzed the overall situation in his heart.

Didn't notice the strange atmosphere at the table.

The red bean paste and sesame filling of the Lantern Festival, are hand-wrapped, glutinous rice mixed with yellow rice, that is, the legendary millet products, in the eyes of the Northeast people, there is another name, millet seeds, specially used to steam bean flour.

Leng Qingzhu looked at the Lantern Festival in the bowl and couldn't help muttering: "I want to eat yellow rice!" Mom, I remember we still have yellow rice at home, right? ”

Yellow rice, salted cucumbers.

There are also people who eat yellow rice with a little meat oil.

Leng Qingzhu prefers to eat it with sugar.

"Well, I'll make it for you tomorrow, and today is the fifteenth day of the first month, don't eat this."

Chen Baishuang looked at her daughter and said in her heart: Why is your heart so big?

When he was sold, he still helped others count the money.

It was none other than her who sold her, but her own father.

Chen Baishuang thought of this, and couldn't help but glance at her husband.

Leng Hongyi was weak-hearted, and he almost didn't put his rice bowl directly on the table.

I finally stabilized my mood, and I wondered how to deal with my wife's inquiries for a while.