Uncle Qi Mingan ran quickly along the roadside and came over.
He was picking peppers in the southern field, while Liu Cuihua and Wu Aizhen were digging sweet potatoes in the northern field.
From a distance, he saw Liu Cuihua and others gathering together, and felt something was wrong. He ran all the way over, and when he got closer, he saw his mother beating his wife again. He was so anxious that he shouted loudly at the top of his voice.
Liu Cuihua ignored her eldest son who ran over, pushed Wu Aizhen a few times, and finally snatched the porcelain vat away.
When she saw that the yellow potato shreds were dirty and scratched by Wu Aizhen, she became angry and hit Wu Aizhen hard again.
"You fucking starving ghost gave birth to him?"
Qi Mingan, who was running over there, saw his mother attack so hard this time, and his feet softened and he almost knelt down.
"Mom, if you have something to say, please say it. Don't do anything. Aizhen knows she is wrong!"
When Liu Cuihua heard this, she wanted to beat up her eldest son too. She glared at Qi Mingan angrily, put the vegetables in the basket and covered it.
Over there, Qi Ming'an rushed directly to Wu Aizhen, hugging her and checking her up and down, "Aizhen, are you okay? Does it hurt? Tell me what you have to say to your mother. Why do you make her angry? Let me see!
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Wu Aizhen was still chewing shredded potatoes in her mouth, and she felt that the more she chewed, the more delicious they became. She was hugged by Qi Ming'anxu, and she turned her head and looked at the bamboo basket containing the food like a hungry wolf.
Then, he pulled Qi Ming'an desperately, "Ming'an, Ming'an, I'm hungry!"
"Hungry?"
Qi Mingan was stunned for a moment, then saw his wife swallowing her saliva, knowing that she was fine, and finally let go.
She looked around and confirmed that what Liu Cuihua was holding was her own broken basket with food in it. She licked her smile and asked, "Mom, I'm hungry. Can we start dinner?"
"In your words?"
Liu Cuihua didn't have a good look towards her eldest son, and turned to the smiling second daughter-in-law with a puzzled look on her face.
"Boyan's family, what did you cook today?"
Meng Yao nodded obediently, saying good things for free, "Yes, mother!"
"You and your elder brothers and sisters have worked hard. I couldn't help, so I did what I could!"
Liu Cuihua still looked at Meng Yao suspiciously.
She knew very well the virtues of her second daughter-in-law, but she didn't believe Meng Yao's words. She had been married to their family for a year, but she hadn't seen her do anything within her power.
But she was also hungry at the moment, so she didn't ask so many questions. She held a basket in one hand and a fork in the other to greet a few people.
"Go to our place to eat!"
In other places, it is always not very good.
As soon as Liu Cuihua spoke, Wu Aizhen dragged Qi Ming'an and ran forward, "Ming'an, hurry up, hurry up!"
I'm afraid that if I take a step too late, I won't be able to eat good food.
The roadside is overgrown with weeds, and the artificially dug water storage ditch is about to dry up because it hasn't rained for a long time. There is only a shallow layer of stored rainwater left.
The water storage ditch dug was not deep, only about one meter. When it was submerged, there were various wild grasses and vegetables growing in the ditch, which the villagers often dug and ate.
Meng Yao picked a dandelion on the roadside and blew it with a childish innocence. The brightly bloomed dandelion immediately flew away in the wind, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but curl up.
Liu Cuihua, who was walking next to her, glanced sideways at this scene, and her originally sharp eyes softened a lot.
When she was still a child, she was indeed wronged by marrying their Boyan.
Their Boyan is good at everything, but he is too stubborn. Even after marrying a daughter-in-law...
well!
Liu Cuihua went to the ditch to wash her hands, and when she came up, she took off her muddy shoes without feeling dirty, and sat down on the coarse cloth shoes.
My feet without shoes are treading on the loess soil.
Farmers are not so particular.
Liu Cuihua was not particular, and Wu Aizhen was even less particular. She didn't even wash her hands and went to pick up the basket. Fortunately, Qi Mingan saw that his mother was about to get angry and coaxed Wu Aizhen to wash her hands.
By the time the two of them washed their hands and came up, Liu Cuihua had already eaten.
While eating, he boasted with great reluctance, "This cake... is baked well, and these vegetables are fried very well, and there is also porridge? It's also... very good!"