"Then what do you think we should do? This won't work, and that won't work either!" Jiang Liping fanned impatiently, trying to lower his anger.
Zhang Fengxia rolled her eyes and said: "If that doesn't work, let her marry far away. Find someone like Director Liu who has good conditions and can give colorful gifts. You are fine, but you can't get married near here."
"It's up to you." Jiang Liping didn't say anything else, but his anger was gone.
The two of them spoke in very low voices, and what they did was disgusting.
Jiang Yu didn't hear what they said, but she also knew that her situation was urgent.
If she can't solve it anymore, she will have to go to the countryside.
No matter what, it's better than getting married.
When Jiang Yu woke up the next morning, she was in a daze when she heard someone say, "Eat...she woke up after a while..."
Have a meal?
Jiang Yu immediately opened her eyes, stood up and pushed the door open and went out.
Zhang Fengxia and Jiang Yun were sitting face to face in the living room. On the table were fried dough sticks and soy milk, as well as mixed potato shreds and cold dishes.
She sat on the chair, picked up her chopsticks and started eating.
It wasn't that Jiang Yu didn't wash her face before eating, but that if she didn't eat, she would be hidden by Zhang Fengxia.
Sure enough, when she stuffed the fried dough sticks into her mouth, Zhang Fengxia collapsed.
"Jiang Yu! What are you doing!" She pointed at the other person's nose and cursed: "Are you starving to death? There is no one like you who snatches food when you come up. Is your family treating you badly or something?"
The sudden movement frightened Jiang Yun, and she whispered: "Mom, let sister eat."
It was just a few fried dough sticks, and the neighbors heard the shouting like that. How could people look at their home?
Zhang Fengxia usually keeps quiet, but today she was really annoyed and she exploded.
"Jiang Yu, you just want to go against me, right?"
Hearing this, Jiang Yu curled her lips, took a big sip of soy milk and said, "Mom, you don't have to say that. If I could eat these things, would I be like this?"
"We are all girls, so you have to drink a bowl of water, right?" Jiang Yu said and ate the last two bites of fried dough sticks. She really had no appetite in the morning and was afraid of being hungry, so she had to rush out to eat.
After penetrating into the body of the original owner, she realized what hunger was. It was so uncomfortable!
Zhang Fengxia sneered and said: "A bowl of water is fair? You are the only one who is stable and fair! I don't respect the old and love the young, but I still ignore you!"
She didn't feel guilty at all. Jiang Yu was not lovable in the first place and she didn't beat or scold her. She felt that she had a good conscience.
Hearing this, Jiang Yu couldn't help but sneer, "I'm like this? What am I like? I wash the clothes of the whole family every day, and I also help you cook, buy groceries and clean the house. Others are children, but I am not a child? This
Forget it, it’s just housework, but if you don’t agree with it, how can you let others do it?”
"I have been doing this for more than ten years, and you have forgotten everything I did before after just a few days of not working? I am also a human being, not an old cow raised by the family. You know how to reward cows when you raise them, what about me?"
What she said was nothing more than putting things out there, and not making it seem like what the original owner had done before no longer existed.
Every member of the family contributed. The original owner did not have a job, but she also shared the labor at home and did her best to do things.
Zhang Fengxia sneered and said nothing, but she didn't care at all in her heart. Which family's children don't work?
At this time, voices were heard outside, and the door was not closed. A short-haired woman in her thirties walked in with a smile on her face.
"Sister-in-law Fengxia, you're at home." Wang Xiumei walked into the room generously, holding a bag of gift box cakes in her hand.
Zhang Fengxia was flattered by the sudden visitor, "Oh, Director Wang, why did you find the time to come to my house?"
No wonder she reacted so strongly, Wang Xiumei is the deputy director of the Women's Federation of the National Cotton Factory, and her husband is the deputy director.
The couple was of a high rank, and they, the workers' families, usually did not dare to approach others, for fear that if they said anything wrong, it would affect their family's work in the factory.
Wang Xiumei smiled and said, "It's not my day off today. I'm here to tell you something."
When she heard that something was going on, Zhang Fengxia asked her two children to go into the house first. They couldn't be allowed to be here.
Wang Xiumei stared at Jiang Yu, whose hair was messy, and glanced twice without any trace.
She looks good, but is a little thin. Her body shape cannot be seen in her loose and baggy clothes. Anyway, she looks more energetic than the younger Jiang Yun.
When everyone entered the room, Zhang Fengxia poured water and added sugar.
"Director Wang, I don't have good tea at home. You can drink some sugar water." She was a little nervous and curious about why the other party came to their house? What could be the matter.
Wang Xiumei took a sip of her face and said, "That's right. I think your Jiang Yu is nineteen years old, right? It's time to talk about her husband's family."
"My sister has a child who is twenty-six this year. I want to see if I can take a photo of him."
Twenty-six?
Zhang Fengxia was stunned for a moment, and then thought that she was not married yet at the age of twenty-six. Isn't there something wrong with her?
No wonder she thinks so, people nowadays usually get married around 24 at the latest, and 26 is really rare.
Thinking of this, she felt that it was nothing. If she could establish a relationship with Wang Xiumei, wouldn't everyone in the family home have to look down on them in the future?
No matter what the problem is with that person, she knows one thing anyway, that is, the things he gives must be a lot.
So what if you don’t give a betrothal gift? Isn’t it easy to get a job as the deputy director and arrange a job or something in the future?
"Oh, that's a good relationship. My Jiang Yu is indeed old enough. If you didn't tell me, I would have made arrangements for her." Zhang Fengxia continued with a smile: "Since you are here, I must meet you.
Yes, you decide the time."
Her happy look made Wang Xiumei nod with satisfaction, "Tomorrow, he won't be on vacation for long, hurry up and meet. If it's suitable, let's get married before the end of the month."
"So tight?" Zhang Fengxia looked at her in surprise, feeling even more certain that there must be something wrong with this person. Otherwise, why would he be so anxious?
"Actually, it's nothing." Wang Xiumei explained: "My child has to go back to work, and he doesn't have much time to come back. He only has two or three months of vacation throughout the year."
I don’t get to go home very often, so I must make this clear.
Zhang Fengxia didn't think much and nodded in agreement.
After agreeing on a time to meet tomorrow, she sent Wang Xiumei away.
"Look at you, what kind of cakes are you bringing?" Zhang Fengxia looked embarrassed and sent her to the door.
Wang Xiumei waved her hands and said, "It doesn't matter. After we get married, we will often communicate with each other."
With such words, Zhang Fengxia became even more happy.
In the room, Jiang Yun heard that someone came to the door to propose marriage. She was still twenty-six years old. She looked at Jiang Yu with a trace of pity in her eyes.
Although she is younger than Director Liu, she is still very big. She doesn't think as much as Zhang Fengxia thinks, but she also knows that being so anxious is not good.
Jiang Yu turned to look at her, half-smiling but not smiling: "Do you think I'm pitiful? Why don't you get married?"