Wang Hua's mother looked down on Wan Zhenzhen and moved to her sister's house out of spite with her son.

He had been planning to take Tian Qiao for a few more days to give his daughter-in-law a good beating, but today, his sister-in-law, the mother of Wang Youqing, Wang Hua's cousin, blocked his door and scolded him.

Wang Youqing's mother and Wang Hua's mother had a grudge against each other in their early years, and the grudge has not been resolved at all over the years. The words that come out of their mouths are a hundred times more unpleasant, and they bring up all kinds of trivial matters.

Wang Hua's mother scolded her so much that she felt ashamed. After Wang Youqing's mother finished scolding her, she told her sarcastically what Wan Zhenzhen had done.

After saying that, he spat and said, "It's your daughter-in-law's turn to cause trouble as soon as she walks in! Ma Qiuju, I'm warning you, if you let your daughter-in-law gossip and harm my family again, I will come to my house and tear her mouth off!"

This family is really crazy. Logically speaking, if Wang Hua had any sense of propriety, he should have gone to her last night to give her a gift and show some respect. But she waited all day and didn't see him. When people in the compound heard her ask, they said they saw Wang Hua carrying a lot of bags with the new bride back to her parents' home.

Wang Youqing's mother was so angry that she almost exploded. Is this family's face made of pig skin? They just put the blame on others and acted like nothing happened. If Wang Youqing's mother hadn't been so angry, she wouldn't have come to the third factory to find Ma Qiuju.

After saying that, he walked away. Wang Hua's mother was so angry that she almost fell down. She packed up her things and went back to the tube building angrily.

She wanted to ask Wang Hua why he had to marry such a jinx!

Wan Zhenzhen went back to her parents' home with a lot of anger. Her sister also went back to her parents' home early this morning and brought back a pound of meat and half a pound of fruit candy. Although there were not many things, when placed together with her return gift, it instantly made people feel uncomfortable.

The more gifts one brings back to the bride's home, the more one values ​​the bride. Wang Hua's bag looked large, but in reality, only the bag of walnuts was rare.

Her mother immediately frowned, and her younger brother also pouted in displeasure.

Her sister was the only one who knew how to act. She seemed to be helping her out but was actually teasing her: "You've just gotten married, and you haven't gotten used to many things yet. Everything will be fine after you have a baby."

Her mother then reluctantly got over it and got up to cook for her aunt who had returned home.

Wang Hua watched the two sisters fighting coldly. His mother-in-law and brother-in-law looked down upon the things he brought, and he was angry.

The incident of swallowing up the 200 yuan betrothal gift has not yet come to an end, but this family has given him a cold look!

The lunch was also a hasty one. The only fishy thing was a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Wan Zhenzhen's mother even put the plate in front of her son.

Wang Hua was not a man who could hold his anger. His mother had never treated him unfairly since he was a child, and when he was in school, because he was the child of a martyr, he was always given priority in everything.

The behavior of Wan Zhenzhen's family really does not give him face.

He sneered, finished his meal and left with Wan Zhenzhen.

Not long after he returned home, his mother came back and as soon as she entered the room, she pulled Wan Zhenzhen's hair and slapped her twice.

"Wang Hua! Just watch your mother beat me like this!"

"What's wrong with beating you? You little whore! You're asking for death! My son wants you to eat or drink, but you're asking for death the moment you enter the house! Wang Hua! Send this bitch back to her parents' home! We don't want this troublemaker!"

"Wuwu... I'm doing this for Wang Hua's own good. Why do you hit me? I'm going to sue you at the Women's Federation!"

"Go, go, go! Whoever doesn't go is a bastard and a son of a bitch! Huazi, go push your bike, let's go to the Women's Federation at her mother's home!"

"...Wang Hua, are you just going to let your mother bully me? Why don't you say anything?"

"Bah! What does this have to do with my son?"

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Wang Hua was caught in the middle and felt exhausted both physically and mentally.

Who the hell said that after marriage, you will have a wife, children and a warm bed? Can life be more annoying?

Following Wang Hua's roar, the noise next door finally quieted down.

Qian Qing clicked her tongue twice, wondering how many pairs of ears were listening like her, she was afraid that Wan Zhenzhen's life would not be easy.

But this had little to do with her. She washed her face and went to bed early, waiting to make popsicles the next day.

Zhou Hao had a bicycle. Qian Qing tied a large cardboard box to the back seat and put the thickest quilt in the house inside. After thinking for a while, she found a large iron box from home. Qian Qing tied the iron box to the back seat with difficulty and then put the cardboard box and quilt inside.

After this tidying up, the popsicle cart looks a little more presentable.

Qian Qing waited until eleven o'clock in the morning before going to wholesale popsicles.

If you ride your bike around the third factory, you can see the red front of the popsicle factory, with a large window and a large door. Inside is a young clerk, and you can tell she is here to wholesale popsicles just by looking at her pushing a popsicle cart.

"How much is the approval?"

There is a price list on the wall. This popsicle factory is not big and there are only seven or eight kinds of products.

Qian Qing looked at them one by one - salt water popsicles were five cents, red bean and mung bean popsicles were eight cents, orange and grape flavored popsicles were fifteen cents, and there were two kinds of milk popsicles, one was twenty cents, and the other was fifty cents.

“Why are there two different prices for milk?”

The clerk said unhappily: "50 cents certainly has its own reasons. Do you want to buy it or not?"

Qian Qing thought for a moment and said, "Then give me twenty of the salt water ones, ten of the red beans, ten of the green beans, five of each of the orange and grape ones, five of the two-cent milk ones, and two of the five-cent ones."

Even though this guy's attitude wasn't very good, what he said was not wrong. He must have a reason for selling it at such a high price. I'll buy two first, and if I can't sell them, I can taste them myself.

The clerk didn't even raise his eyebrows: "Minimum 10."