As she ate it, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Mm, it's delicious."

She was eating with gusto, totally unaware that someone was staring at her closely from behind.

After a while, Qian Chunhua ate the two big meat buns clean. Although she was still a little hungry, she felt much better than before.

Qian Chunhua was thinking about her two children at home. They ate so little in the morning and must be hungry now.

Therefore, she planned to take out a few big meat buns from the space for the children to eat when she was almost home.

As for other people in the family, Qian Chunhua didn't even consider them.

They all wanted to snatch her child away, so how could Qian Chunhua have any kindness towards them?

When Qian Chunhua was about to reach the village entrance, she hesitated for a moment and did not choose to enter the village. Instead, she bypassed the village and headed straight towards the mountains behind the village.

She planned not to go home yet, but to go look for the three children who were picking grass for the pigs.

As she was eating, she was thinking that she would have to take out seven meat buns from the space later.

There are three children, two for each, and I can eat one.

In her heart, Zhao Qingsong was really amazing, whether from her own memories or what she saw with her own eyes last night.

He took care of his two little ones meticulously, even better than Zhao Qingyun took care of his younger siblings.

Therefore, in Qian Chunhua's view, although Zhao Qingsong belonged to the eldest wife's family, giving him two meat buns was not a big deal at all.

She is not that stingy.

Relying on his personal memory, Qian Chunhua crossed the fields behind the village and set foot on the road leading to the mountains.

In the early winter at Huanghualing, the sun is still bright but no longer scorching, and the air is gradually becoming cooler.

The road to the mountains passes through the Zhao family's fields.

Qian Chunhua stared at his own fields with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

The crops had been harvested long ago, leaving only the dry and yellow stalks swaying gently in the breeze.

The Dafang family would rush out after breakfast every day, always saying they were busy working in the fields, but where could we see them?

Not only were the Zhao family's fields empty, but the fields of the entire village were silent, without any signs of work.

Qian Chunhua gradually realized that although the eldest brother's family went out every day, they definitely did not work in the fields.

Thinking of the silly woman in my past, she was busy at home without any regrets, taking care of the family's three meals a day, and even the two children in the second room were brought up by her to be diligent and sensible.

She also feeds all the chickens, ducks, pigs and other poultry and livestock in the family.

What he saw at this moment gave Qian Chunhua a new understanding of the boss's family.

It would be better for this family to separate as soon as possible.

She didn't mean to take advantage of them, but if they wanted to treat her like a fool, that was out of the question.

Qian Chunhua took a step forward, walked through the Zhao family's fields, and came to the small river behind the village.

The water level of the stream has dropped a lot, exposing the rocks and sand on the riverbed.

By the gurgling river, two women were busy washing clothes.

Their hands were frozen red by the icy river water, but they worked non-stop.

"Chunhua, Chunhua, are you back?" Zhang Qiurong stopped the work in her hands and stood up.

Zhang Qiurong and Cuihong were both from Huanghualing Village. Their hometown feelings made their relationship particularly close.

Zhang Qiurong married Ma Yubo from Huanghualing. As the eldest sister-in-law in the family, the villagers affectionately called her Ma Dasao.

"Mrs. Ma, you are washing clothes too." Qian Chunhua responded with a smile.

However, Qian Chunhua felt a little doubtful.

Zhang Qiurong’s words made her a little confused. She asked herself if she had returned and what that meant.

Qian Chunhua did not ask further, and Zhang Qiurong continued, "Chunhua, I heard that you went to the town and sent Qingyun to a private school?"