There were only three people in the room. Jiang Chen was nibbling on the crispy and sweet peach cake with a smile on his face.
Su Wanyan teased the little Dou Ding in his arms and said:
"Yaya, do you want to eat more candy?"
The baby kept babbling as if in reply, reaching out to grab something on the bed.
Su Wanyan pinched a small piece of peach cake and stuffed it into her mouth.
Yaya licked her little mouth, and the peach cake melted with saliva, becoming soft and sandy.
When she tasted something delicious, she immediately opened her mouth:
"ah."
Su Wanyan pinched some more and stuffed it into her mouth, tilted her head and said:
"Jiang Chen, right? Does your sister have milk powder?"
"No, my aunt and grandma usually feed Yaya paste, porridge and rice."
Su Wanyan sighed softly:
No wonder everyone is so skinny when living in this kind of house.
Yaya opened her black grape-like eyes and looked around in the west, stretched out her dirty hands to touch Su Wanyan's face, and made a babbling sound on her lips.
Jiang Shen struggled to carry a bucket that was half his height. His tired face turned red, and he finally poured it into the tub.
Jiang Liting stood outside the door, his hands on his hips, his tall figure blocking the door tightly, and said in a deep voice:
"You brat, Yaya is made of mud, can you use our basin?"
Jiang Shen's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously wanted to pour the water back into the bucket, but the bathtub was too heavy, so he had no choice but to scoop it up bit by bit with a gourd gourd.
Jiang Liting had no intention of helping. He stood motionless at the door and said impatiently:
"Look at how clumsy you are, can you still do something good?"
Su Wanyan glanced at him, put down Yaya, and took the initiative to take the gourd scoop from Jiang Shen's hand.
But before he could take action, Jiang Liting hurriedly stepped forward to take it and said in a good voice: "I'll just come. Wife, please rest and finish your meal. I'll take you to the county town to buy some things for the wedding later."
Su Wanyan didn't argue with him. He picked up Yaya from the ground and put her into a basin filled with water.
Yaya happily fluttered her little hands and feet, brought up a string of water splashes, and let out a "giggle" laugh,
Su Wanyan squatted next to the basin, first let her play for a while, then gently rubbed her body,
With the naked eye, strips of gray-white mud can be seen on the body, and even the skin is whiter in the places where the gray has receded.
There was a layer of mud accumulated on the bottom of the basin. Jiang Liting walked out with an embarrassed look on his face and shouted:
"Mom, look how you take care of a child. These mud bars are thicker than the noodles my dad made this morning."
Zhou Caifeng stood on the stove, tilted her head towards the door and replied, "Whenever I'm not busy, Yaya is dirty if she crawls on the floor every day. It's not like you don't know that."
Jiang Liting frowned and washed the basin again and again at the well: "Every family is busy, but I have never seen anyone's children so dirty."
There was a "knock" sound,
Zhou Caifeng dropped the spatula as if she was venting her anger, and made a loud noise when it hit the edge of the pot.
She made a long face and walked out: "Ask your wife to cook. Isn't it just to bathe the child and wash her hair? I'll do it myself. I'm still giggling when I do something."
Jiang Liting didn't care about her emotions at all, and said softly, "My wife is the eldest lady, how can she do this."
Zhou Caifeng's chest trembled slightly with anger, and she said grumblingly:
"Miss, did she come here wearing gold and silver or carrying money? In the box you carried, you could find a hundred yuan or a piece of jewelry."
Jiang Liting suddenly remembered the letter,
He looked slightly startled, thinking that if he told her, Zhou Caifeng would definitely not treat Su Wanyan like this, but the thought flashed past, and he decided not to tell her.
Otherwise, according to Zhou Caifeng's temperament, he would probably tell Su Wanyan and then urge Su Wanyan to inherit the family business.
After all, he slept with her last night, and Zhou Caifeng would only think that as long as she didn't want Su Wanyan, she would be tied to the Jiang family.
However, he was unsure of Su Wanyan's thoughts, fearing that she would leave without looking back if she found out about this escape route.
Zhou Caifeng was still chattering: "Oh, I forgot, I only have a red string on my hand. It's really shabby."
Su Wanyan in the room pursed her lips, and carefully rubbed the red rope on her wrist with her fingertips, her eyes filled with mist.
Then Jiang Liting said coldly: "Zhou Caifeng, shut up and don't say anything bad about my wife."
"You brat, are you just calling me the mother who has suffered all your life?"
Zhou Caifeng has been partial to her youngest son since she was a child. Now she saw him protecting Su Wanyan with an angry face and confronting her.
She was so angry that her brain ached with pain, and her face was extremely embarrassed.
"No more talking is allowed anyway."
After Jiang Liting finished warning, he looked at the basin covered with black marks, picked it up and walked to the river with the shoe brush and washing powder.
Zhou Caifeng couldn't help but feel that it was all Su Wanyan's fault. He walked into the room and opened the door fiercely.
With a "bang", the weak door panel hit the wall and trembled slightly.
Su Wanyan raised his head and saw her stepping forward fiercely and roughly taking Jiang Yaya away from the bed.
Then he carelessly pressed Jiang Yaya's head into a bucket of warm water mixed with cold water, and muttered:
"Why don't you just wash your hair? You can just do it with bath water. This is changing the water and washing the basin. What's the point of being poor?"
Jiang Yaya was in her arms, almost standing upside down. She was so scared that her little hands grabbed the hem of her clothes randomly.
Cries of fear, accompanied by the sound of choking on water, intertwined in his ears.
Su Wanyan was horrified when she saw it. It was hard to imagine that this was the way to raise a child over one year old.
She hurried forward and took Jiang Yaya away: "Didn't you hear her crying? If you wash like this, your lungs will easily choke with water, and the child will be dead."
Jiang Yaya's eyes were red, her wet ear-length hair stuck to her face, her small shoulders shook as she hugged Su Wanyan, as pitifully as a puppy that had fallen into the water:
"Ma... Ma Ma, Ma Ma~"
Zhou Caifeng didn't think she was wrong. She rolled her eyes at Su Wanyan and said:
"Isn't that how children come from all families? With your ink stain, you can take care of three children in one day and don't have to do anything."
Su Wanyan really can't refute this, because the thinking and growing environment are different. Country people just want to keep their children alive, how can they be so precise?
There was a large amount of wetness on the front of her clothes. She noticed the fear of the child in her arms and said with a distressed face:
"Then I'll wash her without you having to interfere."
Zhou Caifeng took advantage of Jiang Liting's absence and spoke louder:
"You're just wasting your time bathing them. You don't care about the pigs, chickens, and more than ten acres of farmland at home, doing laundry and cooking, etc., right?
See for yourself, which daughter-in-law around here is not waiting on her husband and his wife, and they don’t even know how to help in the kitchen at noon. They only choose this time to give them a bath, not just to avoid being lazy. "
Su Wanyan was also angered by such an unreasonable person: "If you can, you can argue with your son, but if you can't, don't yell at me."
Zhou Caifeng showed no shame in revealing her thoughts. She kept a straight face and acted like she was the master of the house and said:
"You still know that's my son? How can I bear to make my son unhappy? It's not like you. My son washes everything like underwear and bra without any shame.
You're not afraid that it's unlucky for your man to wash your underwear. I think you're such a coquettish girl that you can't do anything except serve men in bed. "
