Zhou Caifeng didn't want to lose face in front of Li Xia, so she muttered: "I raised you guys, so I can't have some leisure time. You care about heaven and earth, how can you still care about people's gossip?"
"If you use this idle chatter to do something serious, my father's generation will start to get rich."
Jiang Liting responded unceremoniously again, and her voice gradually weakened to Zhou Caifeng.
Su Wanyan listened to the quarrel between mother and son and sighed softly: "..."
These two girls really talk a lot.
"Mom~ you eat." Jiang Chen held the cherry in his dirty little hand and handed it to her.
Su Wanyan stopped folding clothes and squatted in front of him:
"Shen Chen is so good, but we have to make sure our little hands are clean before we take things. Look at your hands. You can easily get diarrhea after eating them."
Jiang Chen had always been like this in his previous songs, but he still nodded obediently:
"Then I'm going to wash my hands."
Jiang Liting was still chattering outside the door, while Zhou Caifeng was holding back her anger, but was chopping chicken without saying a word.
In the end, Jiang Liting saw that she was in a state where she was not afraid of boiling water and he said whatever he wanted. He knew that talking more was useless, so he stopped talking and went up to the second floor. Seeing that the clothes he picked for Su Wanyan were piled in the living room, he unpacked them one by one.
Downstairs, Su Wanyan cut the watermelon and handed it to Jiang Yaya who was crawling on the ground. The watermelon juice dripped from the corner of her mouth as she gnawed it, and she twisted her butt happily.
Jiang Chen squatted in front of the basin by the well, washing his little hands and rubbing his little face, looking like a little adult.
Su Wanyan felt funny, picked up the towel, stepped forward and wiped his face carefully, Jiang Chen raised his chin and leaned in front of her.
Jiang Shen poured the remaining fruits into a clean basin.
There was a "pop" sound.
As if she had found an outlet, Zhou Caifeng raised her hand and slapped him hard on the head, then slapped him in the face and said through gritted teeth:
"You're a glutton for reincarnation. I've washed so many things and I'm not afraid of eating you to death."
She has been doing farm work all year round, and her hands are very rough and have no strength at all.
There were tears in Jiang Shen's eyes, and red and swollen palm prints appeared on the soft side of his face, occupying half of his face, looking hideous and terrifying.
Su Wanyan looked shocked. When she saw Zhou Caifeng was about to slap him in the face again, she hurriedly grabbed Jiang Shen to escape. She asked:
"Why do you always hit people? Besides, hitting people on the head can cause dementia."
"Which kid didn't get beaten like this?"
Zhou Caifeng finally paid attention to Jiang Liting upstairs, and spoke very weakly, but grabbed Jiang Shen's clothes, slapped him on the head as if to antagonize him, and said fiercely:
"I think you still dare to hide, but I've turned against you."
Jiang Shen looked at her in fear, his body was shaking with fear, and his head was buzzing with pain, but he didn't dare to fight back at all.
Su Wanyan once again hugged Jiang Shen with a worried look on his face. Zhou Caifeng couldn't find a place to start, so he stopped.
Jiang Chen's face was stern, and he didn't know where he got the courage from, and shouted in a small voice:
"Don't bully my brother."
Zhou Caifeng had a gloomy face and slapped him in the face with her backhand:
"You donkey bear, I've rebelled against you. Who allowed you to talk to me like this?"
Five fingerprints immediately appeared on Jiang Chen's face. He felt in pain that half of his face was no longer his, and he cried and rubbed his eyes.
Su Wanyan quickly let go of Jiang Shen, protected Jiang Chen, and said to Zhou Caifeng: "Are they your grandchildren? How can anyone beat a child like this?"
"I want you to take care of it."
Zhou Caifeng knew that Jiang Liting would support her if there was a real quarrel. After she muttered, Shi Shiran left.
Su Wanyan Jian's head felt very distressed. The two children, who were so sensible, ended up with no one to see them in this house.
Even Jiang Liting never said a word to help the two brothers.
She hated her own powerlessness: "Does your grandma often beat you?"
"fine."
Jiang Shen, half of his face swollen, finished speaking lightly, squatted by the basin, and took out the fruits one by one and put them in the bag.
His back was lonely and desolate, and he had been forced to endure too much at such a young age.
Su Wanyan lowered her eyes and saw that Jiang Chen's face was getting more and more swollen. Thinking of this little guy calling her mother every day and even letting her eat when he had something to eat, her nasal passages felt unbearably sour:
You can protect them for a while, but one day when they are gone, they will definitely be bullied again.
Jiang Chen didn't seem to care. He picked up the cherries and stuffed them into his mouth. He handed one to Su Wanyan and said:
"Mom, eat it, now my hands are very clean."
The pink and white cherries are crystal clear with water drops, as beautiful as glass.
Su Wanyan's eyes were full of warmth, she lowered her head and swallowed it in one gulp, then walked into the kitchen.
She opened the vegetable cupboard and saw a fresh lamb chop inside, as well as a few leftovers from yesterday. Among them, the beef soup vermicelli was already thick enough to make a mess.
Su Wanyan didn't look at it, took out the eggs, cracked them into a bowl, and said to the kitchen:
"Jiang Shen, can you fill the fire?"
"Yeah." Jiang Shen did a lot of housework at home, and even went to the fields to do farm work at a young age.
He lit a fire and said without knowing why, "What are you going to do?"
Su Wanyan cut the mutton into pieces and said, "I'll cook for you, and then I'll boil two eggs for you."
Jiang Shen didn't have much expectation. After all, Zhou Caifeng kept saying that the eldest lady had a nanny to take care of her every day, and she couldn't do anything.
After a while, the aroma of braised lamb chops wafted in the air.
Jiang swallowed deeply and couldn't help but look out after filling up the firewood. He saw the lamb chops, bright red in color, simmering.
Jiang Chen stepped on the small stool and looked into the pot.
Su Wanyan put a steaming layer into another pot with boiled eggs, put the prepared egg liquid on top to steam, and finally covered the pot.
Jiang Liting smelled the aroma when he went downstairs. He walked to the kitchen and saw Su Wanyan busy, and said in surprise:
"Daughter-in-law, can you still cook?"
"Well, a woman who doesn't know how to do housework or cook is useless. If I pay your bills, I'll treat you as your ancestor. We don't deserve to be our ancestors, so we met overnight."
Su Wanyan unabashedly mentioned what Jiang Liting said that night.
Jiang Liting had never lost in a quarrel since he was a child. Zhou Caifeng was so mouthy that he would only suffer from it. But facing Su Wanyan, he could only obey:
"My fault."
Su Wanyan hadn't recovered from the beatings of Jiang Chen and Jiang Shen, so how could he have the heart to laugh with him?
She said abruptly: "It's none of your business."
Jiang Liting said unwillingly:
"Then who are you cooking for? You can't finish it by yourself."
Su Wanyan glanced at him:
"There's no one else in your eyes, right?"
"Understood, I'll make it for my dad." Jiang Liting said, thinking he was right: "But my dad can't finish it, so let me have a taste."
Su Wanyan pursed her lips and didn't bother to talk to him at all.
But who would have thought that in the next second, Jiang Liting hugged her from behind, rubbed his handsome face against her soft side, and discussed in a good voice:
"Daughter-in-law, let me have a taste. You are my wife. If there is anything you can't do, I won't enjoy it and let others take advantage of it."
Su Wanyan's face was flushed, and she glanced sideways at him, always feeling like she was mentally retarded:
"There are still people here, can you take care of the occasion?"
"Children are not human beings." Jiang Liting finished decisively, and then coaxed: "Give me one, wife, and give it to me to taste."
Su Wanyan: "......"
I don’t know where Su Yuehong could see her maturity?
Jiang Shen has reached the age where he is ignorant and a little embarrassed to watch, so he just fills in the firewood honestly.
But Jiang Chen stepped on the small bench, raised his face, and looked at the two people openly.
Jiang Liting noticed his gaze and said:
"Go, watch your sister go, she won't be in the way."
