Jiang Wanwan shyly smoothed her hair with her hands and respectfully called out, "Mom."

When Mother Lu heard the word "mother", she smiled even more happily, "Hey, good, that's great."

He looked Jiang Wanwan up and down, and was satisfied no matter how he looked at her.

Speaking of which, Mother Lu has been feeling uneasy these days.

After her son saved Jiang Zhiqing, she didn't take the rumors circulating in the village too seriously.

As a mother, she knew her son best. He was not the kind of person who was inconsiderate. There had been a lot of gossip about their family in the village over the years, and these few were no exception. It just made life difficult for Jiang Zhiqing, a girl.

She didn't sleep the whole night until she heard that Jiang Zhiqing was going to marry her son.

Their family background is not good, and others avoid them, so how could they dare to think of such a good thing?

These days she didn't dare get close to him, fearing that her son would regret marrying the wife he had finally gotten.

Although her youngest son has never mentioned the matter of getting married, how can she, as a mother, not be anxious?

Because their family background was not good and they were poor, other girls looked down on their family. She was even prepared for her son to remain a bachelor for the rest of his life.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Zhiqing actually married her son and even obtained a marriage certificate.

Once you get the marriage certificate, you can't regret it easily.

Mother Lu felt like a big pie fell from the sky and hit her little son on the head.

Looking at Jiang Wanwan again, she has fair skin, fair complexion and is pretty. Standing with her son, she looks beautiful no matter how you look at her.

Mother Lu couldn't get enough of looking at it. Then she remembered something and took out two yuan from her pocket and stuffed it into Jiang Wanwan's hand. "I'm sorry for putting you in such a difficult position. We can't afford a big celebration in our current situation. This is the money I give you to change your name. I hope you and Xiao'er can live happily together."

He took another look at the house in front of him and sighed, "Life is not easy at home right now, it's unfair for you to live here..."

She thought of the yard at home. Originally, her youngest son had a room of his own, but because of the noise at the older house, her youngest son moved here and lived in this adobe house so that she could have a few days of peace.

Now she had an excuse to ask the eldest son for the room and let her youngest son move back, but with the temper of the eldest son's wife, Mother Lu felt that there was little hope.

Jiang Wanwan knew what Mother Lu meant. She stepped forward and took Lu Xiao's arm, smiling sweetly, "Mom, you don't have to say that. I think it's good for Lu Xiao and I to live here. It's quiet, but I can't take care of Mom anymore."

Mother Lu didn't care about these things at all. She waved her hands quickly and said, "I'm not old yet. I don't need you to take care of me. Xiao'er has moved out for so many years and the family hasn't helped him at all. I feel guilty about you. You two should live a good life in the future. You don't need to worry about anything at home, and I don't need you to worry about me either."

When the youngest son moved out with only a bedding roll, the family didn't even give him a stool. Not only did the youngest son not care, he also gave her some money from time to time over the years.

Her youngest son understood the difficulties she faced as a mother. Now that her youngest son was married, no matter how tolerant she was as a mother, she should still consider her youngest son.

Since the family cannot give the youngest son anything, whatever he has in the future will be theirs.

They talked for a while, but it was getting late and it was time for Mother Lu to go back.

Jiang Wanwan remembered that there was a bowl of braised pork in the kitchen, so she asked Lu Xiao to get it and bring it back to Lu's mother.

Mother Lu refused to take it no matter what and left before Lu Xiao took out the braised pork.

"Then let's eat first, and after we finish eating, we'll go together to bring meat to Mom." Jiang Wanwan really wanted to be filial to Lu Xiao's mother.

Even from a brief interaction, it was clear that the old man was a sensible person and was good to her.

Lu Xiao had just told her that the two eggs that day were brought by Lu's mother, and she also brought a small bag of white flour.

Being nice to each other is mutual.

Jiang Wanwan had no shortage of flour, but she knew that the small bag of flour was the best thing Lu Xiao's mother could give her.

Lu Xiao thought that since Jiang Wanwan was marrying him, he had to get to know her family, so he nodded in agreement.

I made corn grits porridge in the morning. There was only one steamed bun made of two grams of flour left, and I also made a few cornmeal pancakes.

The pickle jar is filled with pickles, which is the most common dish eaten by ordinary people in this era. Almost every household will have one or two jars of pickled vegetables.

Jiang Wanwan took out a pickled radish, cut it into shreds, and mixed it with some sesame oil and rice vinegar.

Lu Xiao's porridge and pancakes were already out of the pot, and the steamed buns made of two-grain flour had also been heated up and placed directly in front of Jiang Wanwan.

Jiang Wanwan picked up a pancake.

It's not right to cook her special meals like this every day. Crushing the pancakes into pieces and soaking them in corn porridge with pickles tastes good. In fact, as long as she is not allowed to chew the pancakes dry, she can accept it.

Lu Xiao kept looking at her until she took a bite and didn't seem to be reluctant, then he started eating his own meal.

Jiang Wanwan felt warm in her heart because of his attentiveness. She swallowed the food in her mouth and looked at him with her bright eyes blinking.

"Do you really think I was joking when I said I'd eat coarse food? I've already said that as husband and wife, we should share the joys and sorrows. It's just a pancake, Lu Xiao, do you know that even when I look at you eating it, it smells delicious? Where did that saying come from? Beauty is a feast for the eyes."

He was deeply moved by the first half of her words, but when he heard the latter part, Lu Xiao almost couldn't hold the bowl.

Being stared at by the girl's cunning eyes, he looked away uncomfortably, knocked on the bowl with a sullen face, and said, "Eat well."

Girls always say such inexplicable things. I am obviously a grown man, so how can I be so pretty?

Lu Xiao thought of the pretty boy at the educated youth camp. She liked him so much that she gave up her good life in the city and came to the countryside to follow him. Would she say such words to him?

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