"Why did you buy so much meat?"

"Three pounds are not too much. You and your son are both afraid that you can't do it well. You ask An Xia to write me some steps to roast pork. I will follow her method. Do you think it's okay?"

Zhou Cuilan stretched out her white and round arms, and the few large bubbles on it were particularly dazzling.

"What's wrong with your arm?" An Jiaye grabbed Zhou Cuilan's wrist, and Zhou Cuilan shrank, but did not pull back her arm.

"It's okay. I'll just take two days to get better. Actually, I didn't have such a big bag yesterday. I applied the scald cream from last time. I don't know why I got such a big blister this morning."

"How hot?"

Zhou Cuilan lowered her head a little aggrievedly, "I'm stupid. I fry peanuts yesterday and the oil splashed out, so I didn't have time to hide."

An Jiaye's eyes flashed with a hint of heartache. His wife burned her arms to cook for herself.

Seeing that An Jiaye was a little pity for her, Zhou Cuilan said after a moment: "I don't know what's going on. The burning ointment is useless at all. After applying it, she was awakened by the scalding pain of both arms this morning.

Home business, you, can you ask An Xia for me and find some scald ointment for the old Chinese doctor? My arm was only burned last time, but it didn’t heal. Now it’s burning again. I really hurt so much.”

An Jiaye pondered for a moment, "Okay, then I'll ask you."

"Can you stop saying what I want? My relationship with An Xia was not good before, and I'm afraid she won't give it to me."

An Jiaye said: "Okay, you go back first, I will go home and I will take you the medicine later."

"Oh." Zhou Cuilan responded happily and went home happily, with a glimmer of calculating in her eyes.

"Kaikai, you're working here. Dad will find An Xia."

"Hey, mom is very hot. Tell me about it with Sister An Xia. Mom is not like before now. I can ask her if she can ask for some plaster for mom and don't always hurt her. Otherwise, you say I'm hot, and my sister will definitely help me."

"Okay, don't worry, I'll want it."

An Jiaye hurried to the Cheng family. An Xia had been thinking about Zhou Cuilan's small strawberry outfit for the past two days. If the fourth uncle would ask something, she wanted to ask the fourth uncle, but this was not something that her big niece could ask, but she didn't expect An Jiaye to come.

"Fourth uncle."

"Xia Xia, I'll have something to ask you for."

"Sit down, fourth uncle."

"Uncle An, please sit down, I'll ask Huihui to cut some watermelon, this hot day."

After saying this, Cheng Wenlian immediately went out and left the main hall to Anxia and Anjiaye. The electric fan whimpered and the wind drove away a little summer's summer.

“Xia Xia…”

"Fourth uncle..."

Both spoke at the same time.

"You talk first." An Jiaye asked An Xia to say first.

An Xia pursed her lips, and it was a little difficult to open her mouth. Finally, she made up her mind, "Fourth uncle, what's the red marks on Zhou Cuilan's body? Don't be it, don't be sick?"

An Xia could only give an excuse, and she would be better off when she was sick. After asking, she stared at An Jiaye with her bright black eyes, and she would not let go of a subtle change on his face.

"Ah, that, I asked, it was bitten by a mosquito. She scratched her hard and turned into something. Her skin was tender, and her slightly longer bag would be more obvious than others."

Seeing that An Xia did not have any embarrassment or anger, her expression was very natural. When she even mentioned Zhou Cuilan, she actually had a smile in her eyes. What's wrong? My fourth uncle and Zhou Cuilan were obviously respectful to each other, so why did she still have such feelings at this moment?

An Jiaye seemed to see An Xia’s thoughts, “Xia Xia, Cuilan has changed.”

As soon as he started, Cheng Wenlian came in and carried the watermelon, "Uncle, I'm so sweet, I bought it in Tuditang."

After giving the watermelon, Cheng Wenlian left again. An Xia invited his fourth uncle to eat the watermelon. An Jiaye had been working all morning and was already thirsty. Looking at the big red watermelon, full of melon juice, with a cool smell of watermelon, he thanked him, picked up his teeth and started to chew it.

After taking Sanya in one breath, An Jiaye felt cold all over his body and his mood became better. He smiled and said to An Xia: "I don't know what happened these days, Cuilan seems to have changed."

Hearing the fourth uncle say this, An Xia becomes more and more focused, and nods with a smile and makes a listening look.

"You must be shocked when I said it. Now all three meals a day are made by Cuilan. At noon, she also delivered them to the fields and cooked mung bean soup. Sometimes it is chopped watermelon for me and Kaikai to escape the summer heat.

The house is different from before, and some people have cleaned up. The house is much cleaner. She hasn't played cards for a few days. I asked her, and she said she didn't want to play anymore. It's boring. Not only did she lose money for a day, she also had a sore waist and back pain."

"Then she has changed a lot."

"It's not that what happened? I can't even recognize it. She also did my clothes for me..."

After hearing An Jiaye talk about Zhou Cuilan endlessly, An Xia felt more and more wrong, especially the sweet expression on An Jiaye's face. Zhou Cuilan is really amazing and is only slightly kind to her fourth uncle. She is coaxed by her to death.

She absolutely didn't believe what was bitten by mosquitoes. After all, the elder brother of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles only saw her sneak out of the village chief's house a few days ago. After staying for a whole day, she didn't believe that these two people were innocent.

"By the way, Cui Lanjin bought pork belly and wanted to make braised pork for me and Kaikai. But she just started cooking and was not very good at cooking. She was afraid of ruining the meat. She wanted you to write a method to roast pork. She didn't dare to come, so I ran over."

"That's how simple it is."

An Xia went in and looked for paper and pen. Five minutes later, the method of making braised pork was written, "Second uncle, if she could live a good life with you, I would not target her in the future."

An Jiaye was waiting for this sentence. He said so much, but in fact he wanted to show that Cuilan had become better. He was willing to forgive Cuilan and live a good life with her, but he was afraid that An Xia would still treat Zhou Cuilan as before. He was afraid that Cuilan would be wronged. Now that An Xia said this, he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"By the way, there is another thing. When Cuilan fryed peanuts, her hands were burnt with many big blisters, which hurt so much. Do you still have any scald paste you applied to Xiaomei? My fourth uncle wanted some, but the scald paste I bought was not easy to use, and the blisters were even bigger after applying them."

Something suddenly flashed through An Xia's mind, asking for scald cream and also for scald cream. It's not that she thought too much that the village chief had been entangled with him for a long time.

"My fourth uncle, did you want it or did she propose it."

An Jiaye did not hide it at all, "It was Cuilan who wanted it. She was afraid that you would not give it to you, so she asked me to ask you for a reason. My fourth uncle is not cheap. My fourth uncle feels that life has never been as good as it is now. I also want to live a good life with her. If you have any, can you give it to my fourth uncle?"

It was indeed her that she wanted it, and An Xia knew where her discomfort came from.

"Fourth uncle, wait for me to ask the elder brother of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles to see if Xiaomei uses the rest."

With the good news of Anjiaye, An Xia went out to find Cheng Lilian.
Chapter completed!