Chapter 176 Want to separate the family immediately
"My fourth wife sent it here." Zhang Guilan said after eating a whole plum.
"Fourth wife? Xiangqin? When? Why didn't I know?"
Zhang Guilan laughed and said, "You've been sleeping all day, how do you know? Besides, Xiangqin only gave me plums, not you."
Zhao Fengzhu was so angry, "The fourth child's family took away more than 20 yuan from our family. Why should I only give you plums and not me?"
"Why don't you tell me yourself? What was your attitude towards the couple yesterday? Xiangqin would only send you food because she has a brain problem."
"You...you all bully me!"
Zhang Guilan laughed and said, "Hey, how dare we bully you? I let you eat fish on the table last night, but you had to hide a bowl of it secretly like a thief and go back to the house to eat it with fish bones stuck in it.
Who is to blame?”
Zhao Fengzhu's face suddenly turned red, "I didn't say anything about the fish bones."
"I don't care what you have to say?"
Zhang Guilan walked into the house carrying a bag of washed plums and raspberries, "The plums are sour for you boys to eat, and the raspberries are for Jinbao."
Su Jungen pulled his mother's sleeve and said, "Mom, I want to eat plums too."
Zhao Fengzhu had slept all day, and now she was so hungry that she couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
I originally thought about asking my sister-in-law to give me two, but thinking of her attitude just now, my pride defeated my hunger.
"What kind of plums do you want to eat? We will eat taro at night. Mom will steam the taro for you to eat."
Zhao Fengzhu dragged her son towards the kitchen.
As soon as they walked outside the door, a strong aroma of noodles wafted out from the kitchen, causing both mother and son to take a deep breath involuntarily.
"Brother?"
Unexpectedly, the person cooking noodles in the kitchen was Su Daqiang, and Zhao Fengzhu was stunned for a moment.
She didn't remember Er Zhuang's brother knew how to roll noodles.
I glanced into the pot and saw long, flat noodles rolling in the pot, with an egg inside.
"Eggs?" Su Jungen drooled, "Mom, they eat eggs again."
Zhao Fengzhu didn't expect that there were eggs in the noodles.
What's going on, brother and sister-in-law? I used to protect eggs as if they were my life. I haven't eaten an egg in several years. Why did I steam six eggs yesterday and boil them again today?
"The eggs are for Jin Bao. I only boiled one today..."
Su Daqiang saw Zhao Fengzhu and her son staring at the noodles and swallowing saliva, and said, "Brothers and sisters, I'm sorry, this noodles are also for Jinbao."
"Brother, what do you mean? It doesn't matter if the eggs are for Jinbao. Why are the noodles also for Jinbao? We haven't separated yet. My taro is for you to eat, so the flour you bought should also be for Jinbao.
we eat."
After listening to my mother's words, Su Jungen said loudly from the side: "That's right! I want to eat noodles."
Su Daqiang was about to explain when his mother walked in from outside the door and said, "I heard you making noise here from all the way."
Zhao Fengzhu was afraid of her mother-in-law.
Normally, she would not speak loudly to her mother-in-law, but these past two days she was too frustrated.
I didn’t get any rabbits, I didn’t get any eggs, and even fish bones got stuck when I ate fish, which caused pain all night long.
The whole family had noodles today, but she and her son couldn't get any noodles. This was simply bullying.
Unable to suppress the anger in her heart, she shouted to her mother-in-law: "My family wants noodles! Today, half of the pot of noodles must be given to my family."
Su Jungen imitated his mother and said, "If you don't separate the noodles for us, you will spit out all the sweet potatoes and taro that I ate before."
Li Xiu'e had a stern look on her face, "Look at the son you raised, what has he produced? He has no ambitions and only knows how to make trouble all day long just for food..."
"Jungen is just a child, why do you want to have a full stomach? Mom, you are too partial. You used to favor Xiaowu, but now that Jinbao is here, you are even more partial to the two of them. Jungen is also your grandson!"
"Ha!" Li Xiu'e laughed sarcastically, "What's wrong with my grandson? He's still your son. His son wants to eat noodles. You, the mother-in-law, are trying to get it for him. What are you doing with me, an old woman?"
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After Zhang Guilan fed Jinbao the raspberries and wanted to see if Gouzi's father had cooked the noodles, she just walked into the kitchen and heard Zhao Fengzhu accusing her mother-in-law of being partial.
"You keep making noises about eating here and there all day long. If you want to make trouble with the second child, no one owes you food."
Zhao Fengzhu counterattacked confidently: "Before we were separated, everything our family ate was equally divided. This pot of noodles is what you owe us!"
"Jinbao's godmother made these noodles for Jinbao and Yao Hua. My father didn't buy them, so there's no reason to share them equally with you." The person who spoke was Big Gouzi.
He thought that if the lard and MSG were placed in the kitchen, they would be hidden by his second aunt, so he followed his mother to help collect the MSG lard in the kitchen and return it to Yao Hua.
When he heard that the second aunt wanted half a pot of noodles, he blurted out the origin of the noodles.
Zhao Fengzhu was stunned for a long time.
Before, she thought the noodles were rolled out from the flour Su Daqiang bought at the supply and marketing cooperative, but she never thought it was made by Jinbao's godmother.
"Jinbao godmother?"
Dagouzi nodded, "Yes, why should the noodles made by Jinbao's godmother be shared between you and Jungen? Her godmother didn't eat your sweet potatoes."
His parents and grandma burst into laughter after hearing this.
Zhao Fengzhu didn't believe it, "The noodles went bad if you didn't eat them for two days after they were rolled. How could they be stored for so long?"
"This is not hand-made noodles, but dried noodles. Yao Hua said it can be stored for several months without going bad."
"What kind of noodles are noodles?" Zhao Fengzhu has never heard of noodles and has never seen anyone eating them.
Growing up, she ate hand-made noodles.
Zhang Guilan was also surprised when she first saw the noodles in the afternoon. After listening to Hua Hua's explanation for a long time, she didn't quite understand how to make them. She only knew that the noodles could be stored for a long time without going bad after being hung to dry.
She was too lazy to explain to Zhao Fengzhu, "Anyway, Jinbao's godmother made these noodles. I asked Gouzi Daddy to cook them for Jinbao and Huahua. It has nothing to do with you."
"These noodles are only for Jinbao and Huahua? Don't your three dogs eat them?"
Da Gouzi shook his head and said: "My two brothers and I ate Hua Hua's biscuits and we are no longer hungry."
When Su Jungen heard them eating biscuits, his eyes suddenly turned red, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
He hugged his mother and said, "I didn't eat eggs, candies, cookies, or noodles."
"Why don't you call me Jungen when you eat biscuits? Do you think I'm an older brother like you?"
Unable to see her son being scolded, Zhang Guilan immediately retorted, "The biscuits belong to Hua Hua. He can share them with whoever he wants. Who makes your family's military roots so unpleasant?"
"You...well, you all teamed up to bully our mother and son!"
Zhao Fengzhu took her son back to the room.
When Su Erzhuang returned home, she shouted at him, "I want to separate our family. I want to separate our family immediately. I don't want to live with your parents, brother, and the rest anymore."
"What are you doing?"
"What a bully! I have never seen such a bully. I am usually too naive and stupid. I give them all the good things to eat, but in the end? They don't give us any good things to eat."
Zhao Fengzhu covered her face and cried: "What kind of family is this? I don't have family like them! After the separation, I might as well not have any contact with each other for the rest of my life!"