The one who understands widows best is the widow, and the one who worries about widows the least is the widow.
Like Qin Huairu, Jia Zhang's husband died early in life and she became a widow early.
It was still an era of struggle. It was normal to be full and hungry after one meal. The most fearful thing was that one meal was eaten but one was not eaten.
And she brought up Jia Dongxu by herself, so one can imagine the hardships involved.
She knows that there is no such thing as a free dinner, and you have to pay for what you get.
When she saw Qin Huairu bringing a large box of meat dishes and a large box of white flour steamed buns,
She felt that what she was most worried about had happened.
She thought Qin Huairu had betrayed the family, so how could he look good on her?
But at this moment, Qin Huairu heard the words "disgusted" from Jia Zhang's mouth, how could she not know how Jia Zhang looked at her now.
Qin Huairu could only explain aggrievedly,
"Mom, it's really not what you think."
Jia Zhang was indifferent when she heard Qin Huairu's words, and said with a dark face,
"Do you know it yourself?"
Qin Huairu was full of grievances at the moment. This meal was indeed not that glorious, but she was not willing to sell her body.
She knows how to use her own advantages to attract men who lust after her, but she always maintains a bottom line.
Just like this meal, she had tricked Xu Damao, but she didn't get any advantage from him.
Scheming? Very scheming indeed.
But Qin Huairu felt that it was not worth it to have a good meal for the family.
But her mother-in-law couldn't understand her and even doubted her. Now she was a little angry, so she picked up a white-flour steamed bun that she usually couldn't bear to eat and started eating it.
He did not forget to confront Jia Zhang and said back,
"If you think it's dirty, don't eat it!"
Hearing Qin Huairu's words of rejection, Jia Zhang didn't care anymore. She also picked up a white-flour bun and took a bite of it and said,
"Why don't you eat? I'm going to eat so much. As long as I'm here, you can't even think about it!"
After saying that, he put another piece of fat meat into the stick,
"Come on, BangGeng, eat more."
"Thank you grandma!"
BangGeng ate the meat and said something unclear in his mouth,
"Grandma, don't say that about my mother."
Jia Zhang didn't say anything, she glared at Qin Huairu, picked up a piece of fat meat, and ate it fiercely.
For her, only Jia Dongxu and Bangge are her relatives.
And her son is gone, the root of the stick is her root.
As for Qin Huairu, this woman was just the culprit who killed her son.
In her mind, Qin Huairu should support her and Banggeng, and she would not consider Qin Huairu's hardships at all.
…
The Jia family, which should have been eating happily, was in trouble because of the suspicion of mother-in-law Jia Zhang.
Su Cheng didn't know about this, and it was none of his business.
Holding the rice and white noodles in his hand, Su Cheng saw the old lady coming back and asked,
"Grandma, where did you go this morning?"
The old lady pretended to be confused and said,
"Where did what go? Grandma wasn't always here?"
Seeing that the old lady didn't want to say anything, Su Cheng didn't bother to ask anymore and put the rice and flour into the room.
Carrying the meat and some side dishes in his hand,
"Grandma, I bought a catty of meat today and it's getting late. Let's get some white flour to make pimple soup."
You definitely can't put all the meat in a pound, Su Cheng said again,
"The remaining meat, I have matsutake mushrooms in the house, I will make a soup for you later to replenish your health."
The old lady knew that this was her grandson's filial piety. Although she complained a little about Su Cheng's reckless spending, she still had a smile on her face and said cheerfully,
"Okay, grandma will make you some pimple soup today."
Yes, you read that right, the old lady wants to cook again, Su Cheng can only do it, he is really not good at cooking.
…
But it was said that the grandmother and grandson were working together to make lunch. Liu Haizhong, the second uncle who lived in the middle courtyard, also rode a bicycle back to the courtyard at this time, carrying a lunch box.
The two brothers Liu Guangfu and Liu Guangtian, who could only eat steamed buns and pickled cabbage in the house, saw a hint of surprise on their faces when they saw the second uncle's lunch box.
Liu Guangtian quickly put down the bowl in his hand and trotted to the door to take the second uncle's lunch box, but he didn't want to be slapped in the face by the second uncle's bangs.
"Why do you want to rebel?"
Liu Guangtian blushed, touched his painful cheek, and said with aggrieved face,
"Dad, I just want to help you carry your lunch box."
"I don't know how to carry lunch boxes, why should you carry them?"
Liu Haizhong entered the room with an angry look on his face, and the second aunt also came up to him and said,
"Old Liu, why are you so angry at this noon?"
"Forget it, Sun Changgui from my workshop was promoted by the director to be the team leader!"
Liu Haizhong said with an angry look,
"Why do you think he is qualified? In terms of technology, I am a level 6 fitter, and he is only level 5. In terms of qualifications, I joined the factory earlier than him."
The second aunt also said with the same hatred at this time,
"Old Liu, we have suffered such great grievances, why can't we go to the leadership to report it?"
Liu Haizhong said helplessly,
"He was recommended by the director and passed the test in the factory. What can I report?"
The second aunt looked at the lunch box in the second uncle’s hand and said,
"Then why did you come back suddenly and bring a lunch box?"
"If you didn't tell me, I would have almost forgotten about it. I was thinking that the grandson of the old lady in the backyard is not the leader of the factory?"
Liu Haizhong paused and said,
"Last night I wanted to invite him to our house for a drink, but that bastard Xu Damao got in the way and I couldn't say anything. Now, I'll bring him some food and treat him to a drink later, see if I can
Let me go to the security department and be a squad leader!"
It seems that the second uncle Liu Haizhong really wants to be a leader and can't wait for a moment.
…
Backyard, Su Cheng's house.
The two mothers and grandsons were eating pimple soup.
The second uncle showed up at the door of Su Cheng's house with his bangs splayed out, his hands behind his back, and his majestic posture like a rooster.
Su Cheng glanced out of the corner of his eye, but he really didn't like seeing this person, so he pretended not to see it and lowered his head to eat the lumps in the bowl.
The old lady also pretended not to see the second uncle, as if she had a mental connection with Su Cheng.
"Ahem!"
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Liu Haizhong couldn't help coughing twice to indicate his presence.
Helpless, Su Cheng could only pretend to have just seen the second uncle, put on a surprised expression and said,
"Hey, second uncle, what are you doing?"
Liu Haizhong still maintained his airs and said like a leader,
"Su Cheng, old lady, are you eating?"
After saying that, he handed over the lunch box in his hand and said to the old lady,
"Old lady, I ordered some food from the factory for you to try."
"Ah, what did you say?"
The old lady could no longer hear clearly now and murmured,
"What happened in the factory?"
Su Cheng on the other side looked at the lunch box handed over by Liu Haizhong. He didn't take it, but pushed it over and said,
"Second uncle, we've all eaten this, you'd better take it back."
When Liu Haizhong heard this, his expression changed, but he directly placed the lunch box on the table where Su Cheng was eating.
Then he walked out of the door and said in a commanding tone,