It was hot in the room. He Xiuyun sat on the doorstep and ate with a bowl in her hand. The spicy smell filled the air.

Wang Dan moved the small table to the yard, brought out wild vegetables and black-faced steamed bread, smelled the fragrance in the air, moved his nose, glanced at He Xiuyun eating cold noodles, and swallowed unconsciously.

Before the family split up, we only ate cold noodles twice every summer, once at the beginning of summer and once at the beginning of autumn.

Today was not a normal day, yet He Xiuyun was eating cold noodles.

"Mom, I want to eat cold noodles too!" Jiang Yuyang said, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, pulling the corner of Wang Dan's clothes.

With a "pa" sound, Wang Dan slapped Jiang Yuyang's hand away and cursed loudly, "Eat, eat, eat. All you do all day long is eat. Don't you know your fate?

Some people do nothing all day and have their whole family serve them, while others are treated like cattle and horses but are still not appreciated! "

He Xiuyun frowned, knowing that Wang Dan was referring to her. She glanced at her grandson who was drooling with envy, and finally couldn't help herself. She went into the house and picked up a bowl of noodles and brought it out.

"Yuyang, Yuping, Yuhua, Yujun, Yufeng."

In addition to Jiang Yuyang, several other grandchildren also smelled the fragrance, but they did not dare to ask for food like their eldest brother. When they heard their grandmother calling them, they all ran out of the house, staring at the bowl in her hand and swallowing hard.

"Go and bring your bowls here." He Xiuyun said.

Several boys rushed into their own houses like a swarm of bees, holding their small bowls and vying to squeeze in front of He Xiuyun, for fear of being squeezed to the back and having no cold noodles to eat.

He Xiuyun felt sad watching this, it was all because of poverty.

She used chopsticks to divide the noodles in the bowl into five even portions.

"That's all. Eat it and it's gone."

All five grandchildren knew that this was their uncle's cold noodles, not theirs.

"Thank you, grandma!"

The boys smiled sweetly at He Xiuyun and ran home with their bowls.

He Xiuyun walked into the house, put the bowl on the chopping board, and took out a black steamed bread from the bamboo basket hanging in the air.

Just as he was about to take a bite, the black steamed bread in his hand was snatched away.

"Mom, there are still so many cold noodles, why are you eating this?" Shen Qinghe put the black-faced steamed bread back into the bamboo basket.

He Xiuyun's old face turned red, and he didn't dare to look at Shen Qinghe out of guilt.

She whispered, "Qinghe, mother is worried about the boys, so I'll give them my portion of cold noodles and I'll just eat the steamed bread."

As she spoke, He Xiuyun was about to get the black-flour steamed bread again, but Shen Qinghe simply grabbed her arm and pulled her away.

Without saying anything, he pressed a full bowl of cold noodles into her bowl and put it in her hand.

"Mom, there is still a lot of cold noodles, you can eat as much as you want. When we make something delicious later, we can share some with the children."

Shen Qinghe has been spoiled by her grandfather since she was a child. She has everything that other children have, but as a child, she always unconsciously wants to eat when she sees others eating.

Even if I have it at home, I still feel greedy.

It seems like the food at other people’s homes tastes better than that at home!

"Qinghe..." He Xiuyun looked at Shen Qinghe in surprise.

She thought Shen Qinghe would be angry with her for giving those boys cold noodles.

"Mom, even if we split up, we are still relatives." Shen Qinghe said with a smile.

He Xiuyun grinned, "That's true, but we can't spoil them."

The eldest son's wife is the most cunning. If she does it the first time, she will do it the second time. I guess in the future, whenever she smells that the fourth son's family has made something delicious, she will order her two children to come over and ask for food.

When He Xiuyun called a few boys over, Wang Dan became a little restless.

Not to mention the two kids drooling at the smell, if she hadn't been an adult and could control herself, she would have probably drooled like a river.

Seeing his two sons coming in with bowls, he snatched them from the left and right and placed them in the middle of the table.

Brothers Jiang Yuyang and Jiang Yuping were stunned, but didn't say anything.

After all, children are children, and they can never compare with adults in terms of the speed of swinging chopsticks.

Jiang Yuyang and Jiang Yuping only took two bites before their bowls were empty.

They looked at their mother's mouth with chili oil all over it while she was eating, and they felt sad but didn't dare to say anything.

"I have to say, this fourth wife is really good at cooking." Jiang Chunming only tasted one bite and let the rest be eaten by the wife and the children. But this one bite left a lingering taste in his mouth.

"Why?" Wang Dan sneered, "My cooking is bad?"

"How is that possible?" Jiang Chunming had a strong desire to survive. "Of course it's because your cooking is delicious."

"Dad, how can you lie with your eyes open?" Jiang Yuyang muttered softly while looking at his father.

"You little brat, what are you talking about?" Wang Dan knocked Jiang Yuyang on the head with chopsticks, and Jiang Yuyang dared not say anything anymore.

Jiang Chunming's body trembled, fortunately he had self-awareness, otherwise the chopsticks would have fallen on his head.

Jiang Chunshan and Liu Hongmei only tasted the cold noodles and gave the rest to their two sons.

Jiang Chunlai and Chen Fenxia didn't even pick up their chopsticks. Knowing that the fourth wife was a good cook and their son was very greedy, they let Jiang Yufeng eat alone.

"Qinghe's cooking skills are really good, and the food smells delicious. If I learn to cook from her, will she teach me?" Chen Fenxia asked Jiang Chunlai after taking a sip of cornmeal porridge.

Jiang Chun looked at Chen Fenxia and said hesitantly, "Forget it. Old Four is like that...you'd better not mess with him!"

Although Jiang Chunlai was older than Jiang Chunlin, he was often beaten by him when they were young.

He also wanted to suppress the fourth brother by bloodline, but he couldn't do it at all. Jiang Chunlin didn't regard him as a brother at all.

"It's hard for you and Yufeng." Chen Fenxia also knew that Jiang Chunlin was difficult to talk to. She didn't want to cause trouble for Jiang Chunlai, so she blamed herself.

"Who said that? I love the food you cook the most." Jiang Chunlai picked up a piece of wild vegetable with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, eating with relish.

Jiang Yufeng clumsily used chopsticks to pick up a few noodles and put them into his parents' bowls.

"Dad, Mom, the cold noodles made by my aunt are delicious, you guys should try some too."

Chen Fenxia looked at her son lovingly, reached out and touched his head, and put the noodles in the bowl into her son's bowl, "You eat it, Mom doesn't like this."

"Oh!" Little Jiang Yufeng thought that his mother really didn't like cold noodles, so he held the small bowl and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

…

Qi Qingmei was beaten repeatedly by Shen Qinghe. She was furious but there was nothing she could do. She was no match for Shen Qinghe at all, and she didn't dare to mess with the bully Jiang Chunlin.

"Qingmei, what's wrong? Is the food not tasty? Tell mother what you want to eat and I will make it again for you!" Gao Qiufeng said hurriedly when she saw Qi Qingmei holding the chopsticks for a long time without moving.

Others also looked at Qi Qingmei, and it turned out that her face seemed to be even more swollen.

"Qingmei, why is your face more swollen than yesterday? After dinner, ask your mother to take you to the clinic." Qi Fusheng said angrily, "If I find out who is causing trouble for you, I will kill him!"

Qi Fusheng knew that he had offended some people, and his job was about offending people.

But no one has dared to treat his most beloved daughter like this. Come at him if you dare!

"That's right. If I find out who it is, I'll kill him. He's tired of living. How dare he hit Qingmei." Qi Zhongcai took a big bite of the steamed bun, as if he was biting the flesh of the person who hit Qi Qingmei.

Immediately, he blamed himself, "It's all my fault. If I had arrived a few minutes earlier that day, Qingmei wouldn't have been beaten."

"Brother, this is none of your business. I'm in the light and the bad guys are in the dark. If she wants to hit me, she will always find a chance." Qi Qingmei said, biting her lip.

Everyone was stunned. Did they know who hit her?