Chapter 148 A Good Idea

"Mom, you are so thoughtful. Li An is so lucky to have a mother like you!"

Song Yazhi was so angry that her face turned blue, and her finger almost pointed at Qiao Wanyin's nose.

But I couldn't find the right words for a while.

With so many clothes, how am I ever going to wash them all?

But the words stuck in his throat.

"You...you..." She hesitated for a long time before finally managing to squeeze out two words, "On purpose!"

But the sound was so soft that only he could hear it.

"Mom, I have to go to work at the mutual aid center. I've been very busy lately and won't be back until tonight."

As Qiao Wanyin spoke, she picked up her coat from the back of the chair and put it on deftly.

"Lunchtime..."

"You don't need to worry about it!"

Song Yazhi immediately interrupted, straightening her back and adopting an attitude that said, "This is not your place to make arrangements."

Qiao Wanyin was not annoyed; instead, her smile deepened, and a sly glint flashed in her eyes.

"Mom, you're so considerate, you always think of us!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Qiao Wanyin quickly turned around and walked briskly towards the outside.

Song Yazhi was left standing alone in the middle of the courtyard, her hands on her hips.

That night, Song Yazhi lay on her bed in the bedroom, unable to fall asleep.

Her mind was filled with the frustrating scenes from the daytime.

How come this Qiao Wanyin is completely different from what she originally imagined?

The image of Qiao Wanyin's "I'm easy to talk to" demeanor kept replaying in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.

After thinking about it all night, she finally made up her mind.

We need to change our approach. If the soft method doesn't work, we need to use a more "clever" one.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Song Yazhi got dressed early and sat properly on the sofa in the living room.

As soon as Qiao Wanyin came out of the house, she immediately put on a stern face.

"Look at this floor! It's so dirty! You never sweep or wipe it, all you do is laze around!"

Qiao Wanyin heard the sound and looked down at her feet.

She smiled slightly, her tone calm and respectful.

"Mom is right, it was my oversight. I'll clean it up right away."

Then, humming a cheerful tune, she began sweeping the floor.

The movements were exaggerated yet rhythmic, like a comical dance.

Song Yazhi sat on the sofa, her eyes fixed on her, and the more she looked, the more she felt something was wrong.

She frowned: "What are you doing? Who are you trying to impress?"

Qiao Wanyin stopped sweeping, her eyes curving into crescents: "Sweeping, Mom, you're right, this floor really needs cleaning. You have such good eyesight, you can even see this little scrap of paper clearly."

Song Yazhi was speechless after hearing this compliment, yet she couldn't find any fault with it.

She flicked her sleeves, turned around, and strode towards the kitchen.

Not long after, a loud "bang" suddenly came from the kitchen.

Qiao Wanyin was sweeping the floor when she heard the noise. She immediately dropped the broom and rushed over.

Pushing open the door, one sees Song Yazhi slumped on the ground, next to an overturned flour sack.

"Mom, are you alright?"

Qiao Wanyin squatted down, her tone concerned, and reached out to help her.

Unexpectedly, Song Yazhi suddenly flung her hand away, her voice sharp.

Stop pretending to be kind! Who asked you to put on this act!

"Okay, sure!"

Qiao Wanyin responded, withdrew her hand without hesitation, and took two steps back.

Song Yazhi originally wanted to use the support from her to stand up.

Incidentally, create a scene where the "daughter-in-law is unfilial".

But this swing of his hand caused him to lose all support and fall heavily to the ground.

She glared at Qiao Wanyin standing to the side, her voice trembling: "Qiao...Qiao Wanyin!"

Qiao Wanyin tilted her head, her face full of innocence: "Mom, what you're saying is really strange. I didn't do anything. You slipped and fell on your own. I didn't even touch you."

Song Yazhi was so angry that she pointed her finger at her, but couldn't say a word.

She knew in her heart that she had brought this fall on herself.

The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she became, but the other party hadn't said a single wrong word from beginning to end, so she couldn't find any fault with them.

She gritted her teeth, leaned against the kitchen wall, and slowly propped herself up.

Then he glared at Qiao Wanyin fiercely, his eyes as sharp as knives.

In all my years of life, I've never met such a difficult person!

The more she thought about it, the angrier and more frustrated she became, until finally she could only roar in her heart.

Where did this demon come from? Why is it so difficult to deal with?

Fu Li'an's unit has an urgent mission and hasn't been home for two days.

I couldn't get through on the phone, and my text messages were only intermittent, with the only response being that everything was fine.

I had hoped my daughter-in-law would behave herself, but the more obedient she was, the more uncomfortable I felt.

She was so angry that she didn't eat dinner and lay in bed unable to sleep all night.

The next morning, Song Yazhi walked out of her room with dark circles under her eyes.

I barely slept last night, and I have no appetite today. I feel like all my strength has been drained, and I feel weak and listless.

Qiao Wanyin had already prepared breakfast and greeted her with a smile when she came out.

"Mom, you're up? I've made millet porridge and steamed buns, would you like some?"

Song Yazhi snorted coldly: "I won't eat! Who knows what you're up to!"

She felt angry whenever she thought about how she had tossed and turned all night.

Qiao Wanyin wasn't angry and sat down to eat, saying, "Then I won't be polite."

She picked up a steamed bun, took a small bite, and blew on it because it was so hot, but she couldn't bear to put it down.

"Yes, homemade ones are always the best. The cabbage is crisp and the meat is tender."

Song Yazhi stared at her, watching her eat so heartily, while her own stomach rumbled loudly.

She quickly pressed her hand to her stomach, her face slightly flushed, afraid of being overheard.

Qiao Wanyin clearly heard it, but pretended not to react and continued to eat with her head down.

She tried to keep a straight face, but her eyes were already glued to the steamer.

Qiao Wanyin glanced at her mother-in-law swallowing and sighed.

"Mom, it's bad for your health to go hungry, eat something first."

She knew her mother-in-law was stubborn and unwilling to back down, but actions speak louder than words.

She ladled out another bowl of porridge and placed it on the table.

Song Yazhi felt dizzy and her vision blurred; she couldn't hold on any longer and had to sit down.

Qiao Wanyin ladled out a bowl of steaming millet porridge and handed it to her: "Mom, have some porridge first to warm your stomach."

She wanted to refuse, but the aroma wafted over and her stomach growled.

Her face flushed, she steeled herself, and her hand involuntarily reached out.

The warm liquid slid into my stomach, like sunlight shining into a cold, dark corner.

She drank slowly, sip after sip, and her brows relaxed without her noticing.

Seeing that her expression had softened a bit, Qiao Wanyin picked up another steamed bun and handed it to her.

"Mom, try this. It's pork and cabbage filling, fresh out of the pan."

The aroma of the steamed buns was irresistible, and Song Yazhi couldn't resist taking one and taking a bite.

It smells so good!

As she ate, she wondered to herself: What's wrong with me? She's got me completely under her thumb.

I'm the elder, so it's my responsibility to discipline her.

But this girl, by not fighting or grabbing, made me surrender step by step.

After finishing breakfast, Song Yazhi sat on the sofa, sulking.

He had just sworn not to eat her cooking, but in the blink of an eye, he had finished it all.

The more I thought about it, the more something seemed off.

No, I absolutely cannot keep thinking about this on my own.

I need to discuss this with Fang Wanyu. She's quick-witted and insightful; she'll definitely be able to give me a good idea!