Mentioning this made Wen Qinghe feel annoyed, and she complained to Wen Yunhuai.
"He takes good care of me, watching over me at every meal. I now weigh 88 pounds, I've gained a full three pounds! Three pounds!"
She recently wore the little dress she wore when she first went to the countryside, and it's now a bit tight around her waist.
Especially on the chest.
Her waist was 54 centimeters before, but when Yan Xiao helped her measure her measurements to make clothes that day, she realized that it had grown to 56.8 centimeters without her noticing.
Although her waistline in modern times is only 58 centimeters, it's quite alarming that it increased by nearly 3 centimeters in less than a year.
Wen Yunhuai didn't understand the little girl's emmo.
Especially after hearing her daughter's weight, she felt that the little one was still too thin.
Furthermore, he felt that Yan Xiao hadn't done anything wrong. His daughter had a small appetite, and he had always worried about her eating habits.
He was very satisfied that his son was so devoted to him, even though his father wasn't around.
If that guy can continue to treat Qingqing like this, he might consider making him his real son-in-law.
"Even if Qingqing gains another thirty pounds, let alone three pounds, in Dad's eyes, my daughter will still be the most beautiful!"
"Yes, Father-in-law is right. No matter what Qingqing is like, she will always be the most beautiful in my heart."
Yan Xiao brought in the dishes, his dark eyes looking in Wen Qinghe's direction with a gentle, tender gaze.
Wen Qinghe blinked her beautiful, clear eyes.
It's rare to see the father-in-law and son-in-law on the same page.
If you want to express your complaints, don't expect to reach an agreement in front of this father and son-in-law.
She sighed inwardly, "What can I do? Neither of the two men I love think I'm fat."
She's still talking nonsense!
…
Yan Xiao worked quickly; in the time it took them to talk, he had already prepared four dishes and a soup.
All the ingredients were brought from my own pack.
Mushroom and duck soup, stir-fried dried bamboo shoots with Chinese sausage, spicy rabbit pieces, braised pork ribs, and stir-fried fresh mushrooms.
Wen Yunhuai's rice jar was empty; he could only scoop out a small half-bowl.
Yan Xiao estimated that the amount steamed would be just enough for Wen Qinghe to eat.
He simply kneaded the dough and made potstickers.
The potstickers were a bit hard, so he directly served the rice to Wen Qinghe.
Then he looked at Wen Yunhuai somewhat awkwardly.
"We didn't have enough rice in the kitchen, so we could only cook enough for Qingqing. I made potstickers instead; father-in-law, you'll have to make do with this for now..."
Wen Yunhuai smiled and waved his hand dismissively.
"It's alright, you've made a delicious feast! I love potstickers. Come on, sit down and eat."
He knew exactly how much grain was in the kitchen.
Therefore, he was not surprised at all.
His little one has a delicate stomach and can't eat hard foods.
It was his oversight. If he had known, he would have eaten less these past few days. There was only so little rice left, and he didn't know if Xiaoguai would be able to eat her fill.
Wen Qinghe looked up and knew what her father was thinking. She held the rice bowl, which was almost as big as her face.
His tone was helpless.
"There's so much, it's almost enough for me to have two meals."
This bowl was twice the size of the one she usually used.
The love from her elderly father and husband is too heavy; they always feel she's not getting enough to eat. What should she do?
…
They ate and chatted.
While eating, Wen Yunhuai talked about the strange and interesting stories of Northwest China.
After finishing his meal, it was almost time for Wen Yunhuai to get back to work.
Yan Xiao immediately cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks on the table, told his father-in-law to rest at home, and then put on Wen Yunhuai's patched work clothes that were left by the door to continue the work he hadn't done that morning.
Wen Yunhuai was quite impressed with the kid's keen observation.
Even after finishing her meal, Wen Qinghe didn't forget the most important thing.
While everyone was at work, she pulled her father into the kitchen and brought him into the space.
I was thinking of moving all the rice, flour, cooking oil, and other daily necessities out of the space and storing them in the cellar.
But Wen Yunhuai stopped him with his hand.
"Qingqing, you don't need to prepare supplies for me this time."
Upon hearing this, Wen Qinghe looked puzzled.
Why?
"Old Ge next door received a letter from Beijing a while ago, saying that he can return to Beijing after the New Year and his previous position will remain the same."
The situation has changed somewhat now, and I reckon it won't be long before I'll be able to set off back to Beijing.
Wen Yunhuai's eyebrows relaxed.
He finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel.
Wen Yunhuai's eyes, devoid of any artifice, were filled with anticipation.
"It's a waste to leave these things here. I can't take them with me anyway. Besides, most of the daily necessities that Qingqing left for me haven't been used yet."
"Since you're here now, put all of those away."
Hearing her father say that, a hint of surprise flashed in Wen Qinghe's eyes: "So fast?"
Wen Yunhuai smiled and gently ruffled his daughter's hair, his eyes shining with determination.
"I didn't expect it to be this fast, but it's good this way. The sooner the situation stabilizes, the sooner we can get back on track."
I'll go back first and clean and tidy up the house, then I'll wait patiently for Qingqing to come home.
Everyone says life in the cowshed is tough, but he didn't experience many hard days.
The supplies his daughter brought only made him appear poor on the surface.
In reality, they live a more comfortable life than anyone else.
In addition, Qingqing is in good health, and the worries that have lingered for so many years have been resolved.
He even felt energetic, as if he had returned to his twenties.
Wen Qinghe looked expectant: "That's great!"
Anyway, she'll be taking the college entrance exam with Yan Xiao.
Once she gets into Peking University, she can give her father a surprise.
…
It's already November, and there's still more than a month until the Lunar New Year.
She couldn't bear to see her father scrimping and saving.
Although Wen Yunhuai repeatedly emphasized that he did not need any supplies.
But Wen Qinghe remembered that the last of the rice from lunch was in her own bowl, so she still left enough food for her father for two months.
As night fell, Wen Qinghe reluctantly bid farewell to her father and followed Yan Xiao on their journey home.
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