Liu Zhenhe was quickly packing the pork in his hands, thinking about how to tell his wife that his sister had come.

At the beginning, he asked his sister to come up and serve his wife, but in the end they decided not to do so.

Who could have thought that the younger sister at home would come up without authorization.

I still need to tell my wife about this.

"Um, Jiayi, my sister Qiaogu is here with us," Liu Zhenhe said somewhat embarrassedly.

There was no need to discuss this matter.

"What? Didn't we agree not to use it? Didn't you tell your family?" Zhang Jiayi suddenly turned over and looked at Liu Zhenhe when she heard the news.

They had already discussed it, so just let her mother come and look after it.

Liu Zhenhe had a slightly unhappy expression on his face. He didn't like his wife talking about his family in that tone.

Wang Zhenzhu also noticed her son-in-law's somewhat gloomy expression and quietly pulled her daughter.

"It's what I should do. When you got married, your hometown was a long way away, so I came up this time to take you around." Wang Zhenzhu meant to take you for a stroll, not to serve.

This sentence is also clearly stated.

"That's exactly what mom meant," Liu Zhenhe said with a smile.

He also knew what his mother-in-law meant. Although he meant the same thing, he still felt a little unhappy and uncomfortable when others said it.

Wang Zhenzhu knew that her son-in-law was a good person. Whatever he did was flawless and no one could find fault with him.

Zhang Jiayi looked at her husband and opened her mouth to ask his sister to go back.

It was Wang Zhenzhu who gave her a look. Looking at her mother's eyes, Zhang Jiayi could only suppress her thoughts uncomfortably.

After a while, Liu Zhenhe's braised pork was ready, and he steamed a pot of Xinjiang rice.

A small bowl of cabbage stewed with vermicelli.

"Why are there no vegetables?" Zhang Jiayi sat down, holding her waist.

"I'm busy today, I'll make it for you tomorrow." Liu Zhenhe coaxed his wife to eat in a good mood.

"Hmph, okay," Zhang Jiayi said coquettishly.

Liu Zhenhe gave each of the three people a bowl of rice.

After dinner, Wang Zhenzhu told her daughter, "Don't be so naughty all the time. Someone else is cooking, so you don't have to wash dishes or do housework."

"I'm pregnant with the Liu family's grandson, so why can't I get some power?" Zhang Jiayi said with some disbelief.

"Okay, stop it. Life is like boiling a frog in warm water, not strong liquor. Don't go too far." Wang Zhenzhu was still worried about her daughter.

"Okay, okay, I get it, Mom. You should go back quickly." Zhang Jiayi didn't want to listen to Ms. Wang's chanting, so she urged.

Wang Zhenzhu sighed. For some reason, she felt uneasy.

I can only come and watch every day.

"Zhenhe, I'm going home," Wang Zhenzhu said and prepared to go home.

"Mom, why don't you sit for a while? I'll take you home later." Liu Zhenhe said politely.

"No, your father is still at home. I have to go back."

"Okay, take care," Liu Zhenhe saw her off and squinted his eyes at his mother-in-law who was walking away.

He looked at his watch and saw that it was almost time, so he had to go pick up Liu Qiaogu.

"You stay at home, I'll go pick up my sister, she'll be here soon." Liu Zhenhe said to his wife expressionlessly.

Zhang Jiayi looked at her husband's cold face and said unhappily, "Why are you giving me such a cold face?"

Liu Zhenhe sighed, feeling a little tired. "It's nothing. I've always been like this. You know that."

"Yeah?"

"Isn't it? Okay, you rest at home, I'll go pick up my sister." After saying that, Liu Zhenhe walked out quickly without any pause.

He didn't want to argue at all, so he could only stay away.

Zhang Jiayi felt a little uncomfortable when she saw her husband who had gone out and disappeared.

Liu Zhenhe arrived at the station on time with a gloomy face, and he didn't want to look as happy and joyful as the others.

He knew what kind of person his sister was, and now he regretted suggesting that he come to Xinjiang to take care of his wife.

My thoughts were drifting like this when I heard someone shouting that the car was coming.

On the other side, Liu Qiaogu's face was already pale, having been on the bus for eighty hours.

Three full days and four nights.

Hungry and tired, she only took enough food to last about two days in the car.

In the end, she had no choice but to get some water to fill her stomach. Seeing the people next to her eating coarse flour buns, she drank the water even more greedily.

I drank too much water and didn't absorb any of it, so I spent most of my time in the train bathroom.

She was considered a celebrity on the bus. Those who didn't know her would think that this woman treated the toilet like a treasure and went there every once in a while.

I looked at the scenery outside with a sense of despair as it slowly receded bit by bit.

"How long will it take?" Liu Qiaogu hadn't washed her face or combed her hair for three days.

"It should be soon," an old man nearby responded when he saw that no one was paying attention.

Everyone sitting nearby could smell a smell that was getting stronger and stronger. The house smelled of smoke from the kang and bad breath.

I can’t stand it anymore. This guy doesn’t even wash himself every day.

The fragrance continued to permeate the carriage all the way.

Liu Qiaogu looked at the sky getting brighter and brighter, and said in surprise: "Shouldn't it be getting dark soon? Why is it getting brighter?"

There were also people in the carriage who didn't mind, and said with a hearty smile: "Because the earth rotates from west to east, and Xinjiang is to the west of our country, so it is natural that it gets dark later at night, and the mornings are also later than those in the east. This is the majestic Xinjiang, our beautiful Xinjiang of China."

As everyone listened, they forgot the stench in the carriage. Although some of them could not understand, it did not stop them from yearning for Xinjiang.

Liu Qiaogu didn't understand either, and imitated everyone else, looking understanding.

The cheerful middle-aged man kept telling everyone about the beautiful scenery of Xinjiang and the various customs and practices of Xinjiang.

Before I knew it, time had passed quickly.

Liu Qiaogu got off the bus with everyone else, and she didn't know where to go.

Seeing a lot of people walking in one direction, I quickly followed them.

As I walked and looked around, I saw my eldest brother Liu Zhenhe, "Brother? I'm here."

He jumped three feet high with joy and waved his hands.

Liu Zhenhe also heard it while he was distracted, and walked over with a smile on his face.

"You're here. Did everything go smoothly on the way? Have you eaten?" Liu Zhenhe walked closer and looked at his haggard sister.

"Is everything okay along the way? Are you all well? These are all things I've never seen before. I haven't eaten yet. I'm starving. The food I brought is not enough. Brother, please buy me some food." Liu Qiaogu complained a little at the end of her speech.

Liu Zhenhe remembered that there was nothing to eat at home, so he took Liu Qiaogu to a nearby state-owned restaurant.

"Master, give me a bowl of vegetarian dumplings in sour soup."

"Brother, this place is really grand. We can't compare to it anywhere else," Liu Qiaogu said, looking at the big cafeteria in front of her.