An Huan suddenly transmigrated into the 1960s and became the doomed first wife of the male lead in a period novel.
The original wife was a rich and spoiled young lady who looked down on her u...
When they got home, Xiao Zheng's face was very gloomy, but Xiao Yuer was very happy.
An Hua asked him what was wrong with concern.
Xiao Zheng finally found something to complain about, and he immediately described the situation vividly, and finally complained about his son, "Look at him, he is so outspoken, he said everything, and made me laugh to death at those people! Go and tell me about him!"
Xiao Zheng was so angry that he was breathing heavily, looking aggrieved, and he hoped that his wife would help him teach that boy a lesson.
Unexpectedly, after hearing this, An Hua was stunned for a moment, "What did you say? All your comrades know that you were chewing my feet at home?" Then she flew into a rage and grabbed Xiao Zheng's arm and started pinching him, "How old is Xiao Yu'er? What does he know and what can he say and what can't he say? Shouldn't you, as a father, be watching him? It's all your fault, it's all your fault..."
Xiao Zheng was confused. Why were the targets directed at him?
But seeing how angry his wife was, Xiao Zheng didn't dare to hide. He let her vent her anger before carefully coaxing her, "I didn't keep an eye on her. Don't be angry. You might get hurt."
An Hua slumped down on the chair, covering her face with her hands, feeling hopeless.
She was not there, and everyone felt socially dead.
Thinking of this, he glared at Xiao Zheng again, "You killed me. Never let me see your comrades in the future!"
Xiao Zheng hurriedly said, "No, no, we are so far apart, how can we have so many opportunities to meet, wife, don't think about it, let's forget about it, ah."
An Hua took a deep breath and managed to calm down. She called Xiao Yuer over and patiently taught him what not to say outside...
Seeing this, Xiao Zheng hurriedly slipped away.
As soon as I walked out of the room, I ran into Yuanyuan coming around from behind the screen wall. She was wearing a goose yellow down jacket, her hands were full of candied haws, her cheeks were bulging, and her mouth was moving.
Yuanyuan saw her father's expression and asked suspiciously, "Dad, you are in such a hurry. What bad things have you done?"
"Nonsense, what bad things could I do?" Xiao Zheng said with a straight face, "But you, why are you eating so many candied haws? Be careful of tooth decay!"
Yuanyuan muttered: "I'm so old and I still have cavities..."
Xiao Zheng glared, "Why are you talking back? I don't think I can say anything to you?"
Her dad is definitely in menopause.
Yuanyuan didn't bother to argue with a menopausal man. She went straight into the house and said to Anhua, "Mom, grandma said we'll have mutton hotpot tonight. She went out this morning and bought a lot of mutton."
An Hua stopped educating Xiao Yuer and nodded, "Okay."
When Xiao Yuer saw his sister holding a lot of candied haws in her hand, his eyes lit up, he licked his lips and asked, "Sister Yuanyuan, what are you holding in your hand?"
Yuanyuan waved the candied haws in front of his eyes and said, "This is a candied haws."
Xiao Yuer: "Do you want to eat?"
Yuanyuan deliberately thought for a while, "Hmm...how about you try it?"
Little Fish nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Hmm, hmm, then Little Fish will try it."
Yuanyuan burst out laughing and handed a string to Xiaoyuer and another to his mother.
An Hua shook her head, "I don't eat children's snacks."
Yuanyuan refused and put the candied haws to her mother's mouth, "Try it, just eat one, open your mouth, mom, ah..."
An Hua had no choice but to bite one.
Yuanyuan was satisfied. She rubbed against her mother for a while before walking to the backyard.
Qiu Shushen and He Congyun were preparing the ingredients for the mutton hotpot dinner. An Hua went to help. Xiao Zheng saw his wife go into the kitchen from the corner of his eye and followed her. He smiled flatteringly and said, "I'll help."
An Hua was not polite either, "Then you can cut the mutton."
"Yes."
The vegetable dish was like a toy in Xiao Zheng's hands, and the thin slices of mutton he cut were as good as those made by the chefs in the restaurant.