on the other side.

Zhou Wu took the kettle into the house, but the progress was not so smooth.

Chen Shuhui took out two quilts from her dresser.

Zhou Wu's smile froze, and he quickly put down the kettle to catch it, "Shuhui, what are you doing?"

Shuhui looked at him quietly.

Zhou Wu: ...

"You are the prettiest, Shuhui."

Shuhui pondered for a moment and said, "Every room in the house is full. If there is any noise, it will easily affect sleep...Please take the kettle away. You will sleep on the floor tonight."

"Can I choose between the two?"

"What's the one or the other?"

"I choose to kneel on the washboard."

"..." Asking a cow to answer a horse, playing the lute to a cow, the cow's head doesn't match the horse's mouth...

Shuhui was about to stop him, but Zhou Wu had already put down his things and walked downstairs.

When I came back, I brought back a washboard.

The moment Shuhui opened her mouth, he had already put down the washboard and knelt down.

"Mom said that a man who forces lesbians on women is not a good man."

So how can we eat meat?

Selling badly! Selling pitifully!

Make yourself as miserable as possible!

The daughter-in-law feels sorry for him, so she can have meat to eat!

He loved meat before he got married, but he loves meat even more after he got married!!

After a few minutes, the daughter-in-law remained indifferent.

After more than ten minutes, the daughter-in-law's heart was really hard!

Half an hour later, the seemingly gentle daughter-in-law...

"Alas." Chen Shuhui sighed, "Get up."

"Since I can't get on my wife's bed, I might as well kneel here. There's no difference between sleeping on the floor and kneeling all day."

Chen Shuhui glared at him: "You force me?"

"Forcing you to feel sorry for me, hehe."

He had a silly laugh, and his dark skin made his teeth look especially white. When he moved, the tendons on his body moved slightly, and it felt...

Chen Shuhui turned her head away and said, "Get up."

Zhou Wu quickly stood up and hugged her, laughing, "My wife smells so good."

"Don't push your luck..."

"Shuhui, I have scrubbed myself clean inside and out today, and even used a lot of soap. Can you check it for me..."

"Be gentle!"

"My wife..."

"Keep your voice down..."

"Shuhui is the most beautiful!"

"..."

The next day, the father and his two sons tacitly carried the empty water jug ​​downstairs, and then hummed a song while carrying the food upstairs.

Only Zhou Ermei was stunned. The other Zhou family members at the table were eating and drinking as usual, as if they were used to it.

Zhou Ermei whispered to Dawei beside her: "What's wrong with them?"

puff--

I almost vomited the coarse grain porridge I just drank.

Dawei looked at Zhou Ermei strangely: "Why are you asking me?"

Zhou Ermei was sitting at the end of the table, right next to Dawei. Who else should she ask if not him?

David also realized this and did not respond.

"Zhou Dawei..."

"Go ask grandma later, don't ask me, I don't know."

Actually, he knew it, but telling Zhou Ermei? It felt awkward.

Zhou Ermei saw that his reaction was strange and said nothing more.

After dinner, Zhou's mother took out the brazier and roasted the red potatoes that Dawei brought back this time while knitting. She couldn't help but sigh, "My knitting is not as colorful as Shuhui's."

Zhou Ermei looked at them and asked, "Is Sister Shuhui going downstairs at noon?"

Zhou's mother: "It depends on your third cousin's waist strength."

What's the meaning?

Zhou's mother turned around and asked, "Second sister, do you have a partner in the Red Flag Brigade?"

Zhou Ermei: "Not yet. I plan to manage the factory first. I'm not in a hurry to get married or have children."

"Won't your parents nag you to death?"

"As long as I have money, they won't let me get married."

"That's true. Who knows, your sister-in-law might even help you." Mother Zhou said with a sad face, "You're getting older. When you find someone, they'll mostly be remarried with children."

"Then don't get married." Zhou Ermei was dazed for a moment and said tentatively.

She looked at grandma's face and was surprised to see that she didn't show any abnormality. She said, "Grandma, aren't you angry?"

"Huh? Why am I so angry?"

"Isn't it embarrassing for me not to get married?"

Zhou's mother laughed out loud, "I'm a million miles away from the Red Flag Brigade now, so this embarrassment won't affect me, right?"

"Can you keep this a secret for me?"

"If you really want to keep it a secret... why are you telling it out loud?"

Zhou Ermei lowered her head.

Mother Zhou put down her sewing, turned the sweet potato over, and continued roasting before saying, "Just let it go, second sister. Who can predict the future?

You see, at first I thought your second uncle would never remarry and have no offspring. But didn't he marry your second aunt anyway?

Let me tell you a secret. Your second uncle once claimed that he would not have children and would only adopt them. But look, the little goldfish was born.

Don't be too confident, things are unpredictable. Otherwise, you will end up getting slapped in the face."

Zhou Ermei was in a daze, trying to digest what Zhou's mother had said, and did not respond for a long time.

When the sweet potatoes were baked, the little goldfish picked them out with a wooden spatula and put them on the ground to wait for them to cool down. But then he felt that the time was too slow, so he lay on the ground like a puppy, puffed up his cheeks, and risked brain deprivation of oxygen to cool the sweet potatoes.

The little goldfish's round butt is pointing towards itself.

Xiao Chunzhi thought it was fun and followed suit, blowing the flute with half of her face on the ground, not even minding the dirtiness.

Zhou's mother watched with a smile and scolded them: "The clothes are dirty, let your father wash them!"

The little goldfish was even happier: "Then I can change three sets of clothes a day!"

Lao Zhou: ...It’s my blessing to have you.

Xiao Chunzhi clapped: "Change three sets, change three sets."

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Zhou's mother had no choice but to let them go. She turned to Zhou Ermei, who had come to her senses, and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"I want to...nana, you've changed so much."

"Really?"

yes.

Compared to her life in the countryside, where she haggled over every penny for her children and grandchildren and argued with other old ladies about trivial matters, Zhou's mother is now like a well-behaved and kind old lady in the city.

She thought, this is what she should be like when she gets old.

The premise is that the descendants will save trouble, and the parents above...

Zhou Ermei's eyes dimmed. It was too early to talk about this now.

In the afternoon, Shuhui went downstairs and sat with Zhou's mother knitting. Zhou Ermei saw people's craftsmanship.

After Zhou Wu came back from work, Shuhui gestured to him to put the sweater that was almost finished on him.

Zhou Wu let him gesture, but said, "Why bother with so much trouble? Don't the supply and marketing cooperatives sell ready-made clothes? Day after day, it's just a waste of time..."

When Zhou Wu said this, his lips were curled up.

Zhou's mother complained to Zhou Ermei, "Your third cousin is just like that. He is very stubborn. He shows off his abilities during the day. Just wait and see. He will have to steal the washboard again tonight."

puff--

Zhou Ermei couldn't help but laughed out loud.

Zhou Wu glared at his cousin, "What are you laughing at? I have a wife who knits sweaters for me, do you have one?!"

Others: …

Chen Shuhui held back her anger.

She was almost infected by her mother-in-law and almost gave Zhou Wu a big punch on the back of the head.

The adults do not remember the villains, the adults do not remember the villains, and the adults do not remember the villains.

I repeated these words three times in my mind before I calmed down.

When Chen Shuhui spoke, her voice had calmed down: "Not only do ready-made clothes not fit well, they have to be rewoven, and they are expensive. It's better to weave them yourself."

“That’s also…”

When Zhou Wu met his wife's eyes, he stopped.

It's okay to be mean, but not too mean.