Qin Qing, a graduating student, was rushing to finish her thesis late at night when she stumbled and fell, only to wake up in the 1960s, right in the midst of a great famine. Completely disoriented...
Chapter 209 Fate
The whole family sat around the table.
Song Huilan first added a large bowl of sweet potato rice to the head of the household, Qin Zhimu.
Then he handed a bowl of rice mixed with sweet potatoes to his daughter-in-law.
She said lovingly, "Eat first. If you're not satisfied, there's still some rice porridge simmering in the pot..."
Qin Zegang handed over the bowl with great enthusiasm.
"Mom, don't forget your eldest son..."
Song Huilan glared at him.
Take the bowl and eat the rice.
There was a bowl of sweet potato rice. When it was Qin Tongtong's turn, there was only a whole bowl of sweet potato left with a few scattered rice grains on it.
She stretched her neck and saw a few scattered sweet potatoes in Wang Xinmei's bowl.
Take a deep breath.
Before anyone could react, his chopsticks went straight to the stir-fried pork with sour beans in the middle of the table.
The greasy fat has long been squeezed out.
Song Huilan didn't waste a single bit.
Scoop the fried lard into a jar.
The deep-fried pork slices mixed with the aged sour beans are stir-fried in a hot pan and go great with rice.
Qin Tongtong quickly picked up a piece of meat.
Song Huilan tapped her chopsticks.
The pork fell to the ground.
Song Huilan secretly blamed her youngest daughter.
"It's such a big dish, and you're just staring at this little bit of meat. Mom and Dad haven't even started eating yet, why are you so anxious?!"
Qin Tongtong retracted her chopsticks awkwardly.
Waiting for Song Huilan to start eating first.
But I saw my mother's chopsticks flying, and she picked the meat clean in just a few strokes.
Qin Zhimu has three pieces and Wang Xinmei has three pieces.
Qin Zegang got two pieces and Song Huilan got one piece.
Qin Tongtong looked at the pitiful little pieces of meat in her bowl and felt like smoke was coming out of her head.
This is intolerable.
"Mom, what are you doing? I've worked hard all day, and all you get is this little bit of meat? You're so biased!"
The tone is aggrieved.
Qin Zegang grinned and laughed foolishly.
He started eating by himself.
Song Huilan mixed the sour beans and rice in the bowl together, and replied in a sarcastic tone when she heard this.
"What's wrong? Do you have any objections? Mom is paying according to work, what do you know..."
"I..." Qin Tongtong was about to complain.
Then I heard Qin Zegang complain, "You haven't even brought a penny home yet, you should be secretly happy to have meat to eat..."
He's really walking into trouble.
Qin Tongtong pointed at Wang Xinmei and said, "No matter how bad I am, I can still be like my sister-in-law, right? What's the meaning of this?"
She poked the pathetic lump of flesh.
Song Huilan unhappily knocked on her hand that was pointing at Wang Xinmei.
"You have no respect for your elders. She's your sister-in-law, a great contributor to our family. What can you compare her to? If you want to eat, eat. If you don't want to eat, go back to your room and don't make a fuss in front of me..."
Qin Tongtong was stunned.
Is this her biological mother?
This is Wang Xinmei's mother! !
Qin Tongtong was extremely angry.
He picked up a few dishes with his chopsticks and went into the room with the rice.
She was afraid that if she said it twice more, she would get so angry that she would have a stroke!
Wang Xinmei took small bites of the meat in her mouth.
I accidentally met my mother-in-law's smiling eyes.
She pinched Qin Zegang.
This caused the other party to exclaim in surprise.
"What's wrong?"
Wang Xinmei felt the rare delicious taste in her mouth.
He licked his lips and said, "It's okay."
It’s not a dream!
The sun is rising from the west!
…
The next morning.
Because of Yang Liansheng’s instructions yesterday.
Goudan got in Qin Zhilin's car early in the morning.
Qin Qing got up a little late and went to the town with Yang Liansheng.
The cool morning mist penetrates into the neck.
Qin Qing sat in the back seat and felt the cold wind blowing on her face.
My heart feels especially peaceful.
A moment of warmth.
Recalling Yang Aiguo's attitude yesterday, Qin Qing asked uncertainly.