The more He Qingshan looked at it, the more he felt like bubbles were popping from his happiness!

On the twenty-ninth day of the lunar year, Zhang Meiqin sent He Qingshan to deliver a large bowl of meatballs and a large bowl of fried fish fillets to Su Laoer's house. They were all crispy, delicious, golden and tempting. He Qingshan brought the two large bowls of food to his father-in-law's house. Su Wanli and Wang Yumei immediately said in a peevish tone, "Oh, why are you delivering things again? Look, I've moved all your things here!"

He Qingshan smiled and said, "Mom and Dad, this is what my mom made. It tastes really good. You should try it. It won't go bad in the winter anyway!"

Wang Yumei quickly picked up a dozen large buns she had just made, wrapped them up and handed them to him: "Ningning loves this bun. I made it with lard and vermicelli. Take it back and show your parents a taste!"

Yu Huiru beside her reminded: "Mom, we still have a big pot of fermented rice wine we made. Let's bring some to Ningning and the others."

Wang Yumei smiled and slapped her head: "That's right! This fermented rice is sour and sweet, it's great for making sweet soup!"

She generously filled a bowl with fermented glutinous rice and insisted that He Qingshan take it back.

In the end, He Qingshan didn't refuse anymore. He brought two bowls of food and took back two bowls of food. Everyone was very happy.

As soon as He Qingshan left, Wang Yumei urged Su Wanli to quickly prepare the couplets and firecrackers that would be posted the next day, and to pack them all up so that he wouldn't forget later!

At this time, the second room was bustling with activity, everyone was busy preparing for the New Year, and the aroma of food made people hungry.

But the big room next door was lifeless.

Su Lanlan should have returned to her parents' home to give gifts before the New Year, but all she brought was a few old clothes that she got from somewhere, a few dried oranges, and cakes that were not tasty at all. The fifty yuan that her mother Chen Jiao'e had taken from her was also taken away. The people from the Lu family came and made such a fuss, and now the whole village is laughing at the Su family!

Grandma Su was also sick. She lay in bed for several days without moving or eating or drinking. However, Su Wanli came to bring her sweet white rice porridge several times.

Chen Jiao'e originally thought that since the old lady couldn't eat, she would give the white rice porridge to her precious grandson Xiaodan. However, when Grandma Su saw that it was white rice porridge, she immediately snatched the bowl and ate it, not leaving a single bite for Xiaodan!

The Dafang family has no money to buy meat, and even during the New Year, they can’t even eat fine noodles!

But the second wife had already started eating meat, and the aroma of the stewed meat was really tormenting the first wife's family.

If they were ordinary farmers, they could save a little money at the beginning of the year to have a happy New Year. The first wife was like this simply because Old Man Su liked to drink and always stole the private money saved by Chen Jiao'e to drink. Chen Jiao'e also liked to support her brothers from her natal family. If the couple was like this, no matter how much money they had, they could not afford to spend it like this.

Su Lanlan's sister-in-law Miao Lingling became more and more angry the more she thought about it. She had a big quarrel with Su Jianshe and returned to her parents' home with her children.

The second sister-in-law, Song Xiaoying, did not quarrel with her husband, but she had a sad face all day long and kept complaining why her daughter-in-law next door, Yu Huiru, lived so well and why she had to suffer?

Chen Jiao'e couldn't bear to see her daughter-in-law like this, and couldn't help but teach her a lesson. Unexpectedly, Song Xiaoying started crying and wanted to commit suicide. The family was in turmoil again. She was so exhausted that she simply gave up cooking and lay in bed from noon on the 29th day of the lunar year until dusk.

Boss Su pushed the door open and came in, puffing on his pipe. He was so hungry that he almost didn't have the strength to speak: "Mother, you don't even cook for me, are you going to starve me to death?"

Chen Jiao'e turned over and sat up, pointing at him and scolding: "Cooking! What are you using? Haven't you had enough of those throat-piercing sorghum steamed bread?! Why don't you learn from your second brother and make some meat for us to eat!"

Boss Su laughed awkwardly: "It's not that we don't have money..."

Chen Jiao'e was furious. She picked up a broken shoe sole and threw it at Guo Xuan: "Can't you find a way to make money?!"

Boss Su was silent for a while, then laughed, "There is a way. Listen to me, my mother. Isn't she sick now? Let's talk to Wanli. Although he is no longer my father, he is still my son. If my mother is sick, can he not pay for her medical treatment? As long as he is willing to pay, won't we have money to spend this New Year?"