The neighbor certainly couldn't afford to offend such a shrew, so he shook his head and didn't dare to meddle in this business anymore.
Duo'er on the ladder lowered her eyes, blushed, and shed tears uncontrollably.
The tears turned into ice when they fell, and it was very painful and uncomfortable to stick to my face.
Then she dropped the rake and wiped it hard with her sleeve.
"Little slut, what are you doing standing and scratching your head..."
Madam Fan started yelling and scolding again from below.
A low cough came from the room.
Madam Fan was startled, then she quickly put away her anger, wiped her hands, and hurried back into the house.
After a while, she came out, stared at Duo'er with a cold face, and said loudly: "Why don't you get down and cook? Standing up there and crying, do you want to let everyone in the city know that I treated you harshly? No.
Do you know who raised you like this?"
Duo'er silently put away the rake and trudged down the ladder. Before she could stand firm, Mrs. Fan slapped her twice in the face.
She shrank and covered her face with her frostbitten hands.
"Don't cry!" Mrs. Fan shouted in a low voice, glanced into the room without leaving a trace, then pulled Duo'er's ear towards the kitchen.
The mother and daughter took a break from their busy work and finally managed to put together a few dishes.
The sauerkraut stewed pork exuded a hot aroma in the earthenware bowl, and Duoer couldn't help but take a sip of saliva.
"It's so delicious and lazy!" Mrs. Fan pinched her thigh hard, cursed fiercely, stroked her temples, and went out with the food with a smile.
Duo'er hugged her knees and squatted down next to the cold stove, looking at the last red light in the stove's eyes that gradually turned black with an expressionless face.
The door was kicked open, and Mrs. Fan came in with a cold face, lowered her voice and said angrily: "He called you!"
Duoer couldn't believe it and hurriedly got up and walked out.
Madam Fan threatened her behind her back: "If you dare to seduce someone, I'll see if I can't kill you."
Duo'er said nothing, buried her head and walked forward quickly.
This is the best house in their family. The walls were painted with white ash just the year before last, and there are New Year pictures on the walls.
In front of the New Year pictures were placed a pair of rough porcelain vases, with a few sprigs of wild cotton she picked from the grassland inside.
But all of this is nothing compared to the person sitting at the table.
He was wearing a black silk robe, and his skin was fairer than hers.
Her eyelashes are as long as feathers, her eyebrows are picturesque, and her lips are neither thick nor thin. Although she has not applied rouge, she is even more rosy and beautiful than if she had applied rouge.
Gu Yilan tapped her slender white fingers lightly on the table and said, "Come and wait for me to eat."
"Hurry up and get there!"
Madam Fan pushed Duo'er hard and forced out a flattering smile: "Sir, this girl is very stupid, and she even eats it secretly."
Duo'er felt aggrieved, her face turned red, and her lips trembled as she wanted to explain, but she didn't dare. She was afraid that she would be beaten more severely later.
Gu Yilan was noncommittal: "Cooking, do you understand? Just take a pair of chopsticks, and I will pick out whatever dish I see."
Duo'er nodded sharply, picked up a pair of chopsticks tremblingly, and first picked up what she thought was the best stewed pork with pickled cabbage.
It's exactly the fattest part.
The weather is so cold that both pickled vegetables and meat have condensed into a white mass.
Gu Yilan looked at the white stuff in the bowl in silence, raised her head and smiled: "I'm full, I'll reward you with it."
Duo'er blushed: "I..."
Lady Fan screamed: "She..."
Gu Yilan threw it casually, and an ax flew past Madam Fan's ear, slicing off a strand of hair.