"Oh dear, drink some hot water to calm down first." The women next to her were also startled and quickly poured her a glass of warm water.
A glint of malice flashed in Yang Qingheng's eyes: "Huo Zhiqing, why are you vomiting so badly today? Anyone who didn't know better would think you were pregnant."
Huo Xiuxiu, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly bristled and pointed at Yang Qingheng, cursing, "Yang Qingheng, you foul-mouthed gossip, who are you saying is pregnant! I think you're the one who looks pregnant!"
“That’s right, Yang Qingheng. Xiuxiu doesn’t even have a boyfriend. Aren’t you deliberately ruining her reputation by saying that?” Li Jiaoyan immediately jumped in to defend Huo Xiuxiu.
The other women were also unhappy: "Yang Qingheng, your words are too vicious! If word gets out, how will Huo Zhiqing face people?"
"I thought you were a nice person a few days ago, but I didn't expect you to turn out like this today. I think you were just faking it the past few days."
"What kind of good daughter could her parents raise..."
...
Yang Qingheng's eyes were red and swollen, as if she might burst into tears at any moment: "I thought Huo Zhiqing often joked with me, and I thought you would like it. I didn't expect you to mind so much. I apologize. Huo Zhiqing, you have such a good personality, you will definitely forgive me, right?"
She raised her eyes and cautiously looked at Huo Xiuxiu; her sincere and innocent expression made it impossible to scold her.
"You..." Huo Xiuxiu was inexplicably flattered in front of everyone, and she was so angry that she almost cried.
Yao Ying watched in stunned silence, her admiration growing within her.
She was known as a shrew in the village, but she never expected her daughter-in-law to be even more formidable, easily defeating that scheming woman.
It seems that Yang Qingheng had been quite lenient with her in the past.
Yao Ying inexplicably sensed a degree of favoritism.
"What are you all doing sitting here? The kitchen isn't finished yet. Go find a few people to help out in the back." The village chief's wife came out from the kitchen.
Huo Xiuxiu gritted her teeth: "We all went to the kitchen to help out just now. Yang Qingheng, you just arrived and you're sitting here slacking off. Aren't you trying to freeload?"
"Of course not. Huo Zhiqing, are you being so harsh because you were upset when I said you were pregnant?" Yang Qingheng said aggrievedly, and obediently stood up and walked towards the kitchen.
That bitch!
Upon hearing the word "pregnant," Huo Xiuxiu instinctively shuddered, wishing she could jump up and tear Yang Qingheng's mouth apart.
Sure enough, upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but look at Huo Xiuxiu's stomach again, their hearts filled with doubt.
It seems... that possibility isn't entirely out of the question.
The kitchen was crowded and hot, and Yang Qingheng couldn't find a job she could do for a while.
“He can’t even help out. Song Hengjue really married a good wife,” the village chief’s wife mocked, her eyes filled with disgust. “There are a few packets of seasoning in the wooden shelf in the back. Go get them and season the soup.”
"I hope she doesn't ruin the soup; I finally managed to buy these pork bones." This remark drew criticism from others.
"This is soup for the whole village; how can a little girl like her handle it?"
Yang Qingheng rolled up her sleeves and glanced at him indifferently: "Don't worry, I still know how to make soup. I won't ruin it."
After saying that, she quickly and skillfully cleaned the pork bones, added ginger slices, blanched them, and then put them into a pot of boiling water. Her movements were practiced and she was completely different from what the village chief's wife had said earlier, that she knew nothing.
A rich, fresh aroma began to fill the kitchen. People outside the yard could faintly smell it, and their mouths watered at the enticing scent, their eyes practically reaching through the walls to see what smelled so delicious.
Not to mention the people in the kitchen, who wished they could stick their eyes to the big pot in front of Yang Qingheng.
It smells amazing! It smells so good!
They had never smelled such a delicious aroma before. If it weren't for the fact that everyone in the kitchen was an adult, they would probably be so tempted that they would be crying.
Song Hengjue didn't just invite an ancestor; he clearly invited a royal chef home!
He's willing to stay away from home every day even like that; he's practically heartless.
The village chief's wife felt a sharp pain in her face from the slap, but she couldn't care less about being embarrassed at that moment.
Because she's craving it too.
As the last dish was finally cooked, she couldn't wait to shout, "Dinner's ready!"
Even her voice was distorted; there was no trace of the village chief's wife's authority left.
The pot of soup was devoured in less than five minutes, and a few people who didn't get any were so angry that they cursed behind the scenes.
"So that's why you didn't come to my house for dinner last time. Turns out your wife cooks so well! When will you invite me over for a meal?" Those in the village who were already on good terms with Yao Ying were eager to curry favor. "Don't worry," Yao Ying replied, "I'll definitely bring ingredients. I won't just be there for free."
Others who didn't get along with Yao Ying also shamelessly tried to get close to her.
For the first time in her life, Yao Ying felt the joy of being the center of attention, and she couldn't stop smiling: "No problem, no problem, but this still depends on my Qingheng. She's busy with her studies, and as her mother-in-law, I can't force her to cook, can I?"
Seeing her mother-in-law so happy, Yang Qingheng couldn't help but smile.
Suddenly, a scream rang in my ears: "Huo Xiuxiu, your pants!"
Huo Xiuxiu clutched her stomach, her face as white as paper, trembling with pain, her eyes fixed on the blood on the ground, unable to believe it.
Yang Qingheng's expression suddenly changed: "Hurry up and go find the village doctor!"
A chaotic scene ensued. Finally, the village doctor, panting, rushed over with his medical kit. He took Huo Xiuxiu's pulse and was shocked: "She's had a miscarriage! You must take her to the hospital immediately!"
The village chief nodded: "Go and bring the brigade's tractor over, and take her to the hospital first."
Huo Xiuxiu quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.
Li Jiaoyan stepped forward: "She was fine just now, how could she suddenly miscarry? Could it be that she ate something she shouldn't have?"
"Yes, I saw her like this right after dinner. She was just joking around with us with a rosy complexion a moment ago." The other women also found it strange.
"Fifth Uncle, could you please help me see which dish here is not suitable for pregnant women?" The village chief said sternly, leading the old man to another table where the food was still unfinished.
The old man examined it carefully and shook his head: "It's not these dishes. Although some of them are cooling, they shouldn't have caused such a strong reaction."
"Fifth Grandfather, is this it?" Li Jiaoyan took out a bowl from behind her back, which still had a little bit of soup left, which was what Huo Xiuxiu had just drunk.
The old man examined it carefully for a moment, then smelled it again, and his expression changed: "There's medicine in this soup!"
Everyone was shocked.
Yang Qingheng immediately became the target of public criticism.
"Yang Qingheng, I know you and Huo Xiuxiu don't get along, but I never expected you to resort to such a vicious method to harm someone!" Li Jiaoyan's lips trembled. She seemed to care about Huo Xiuxiu, but her eyes were full of schadenfreude and malice.
"This is outrageous! She must be sent to the police station!" the village chief's wife exclaimed angrily.
Several burly men rushed up to grab Yang Qingheng.
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