"Yes. Knowing that someone is begging me and I'm still so coldly refusing them makes me feel guilty."
Du Yunying sighed, "Don't be silly, it's still the 1970s... Your son-in-law's mother was sent down to the Northwest, and I heard she's having a hard time. She calls home crying whenever she has a spare moment."
"Life there was tough. If you didn't finish your work, you'd get beaten and scolded. But I gradually learned how to work."
Su Ying found it amusing; someone like Li Yaxian would never know how good her life was in the countryside unless she suffered some hardship.
When I was in Liushu Village, my husband and son helped me with all the work. Now I'm alone in the Northwest. If I don't work, I won't have any food. But I've learned to work, haven't I?
"She caused so much trouble because she was too idle. If she had been properly reformed in the Northwest, she probably wouldn't have been so sharp-tongued when she came back."
"That's right. If they weren't out of their minds, they would never have thought of bringing their son's ex-fiancée's son back home to raise, and still keeping it all under their son's name. They're raising the child, and the child is nominally the Gu family's great-grandson."
"She's seriously ill. The amount of water in her brain is enough to give her a bath. I've never seen such a stupid person."
"Okay. Don't be angry anymore. Why did you get angrier the more you talked about it?"
"That's for sure. I've never seen such a stupid person. He doesn't love his son, but loves a lunatic. Don't you think he has something wrong with his brain?"
This question has always bothered her. Perhaps she is not as good at acting as Qiao Xiyan, and is better at making her happy. That is why Li Yaxian has always liked Qiao Xiyan so much.
This led him to also develop a fondness for Qiao Xiyan's son, whose father was unknown.
"Alright. Let's hurry back. Didn't we say we were going to learn to cook?"
“You’re only half-baked. The last time you taught me how to cook noodles, your dad didn’t really like it.”
"Really? When did my dad become so picky?"
In her memory, even if her mother's cooking was a pile of shit, she would eat it without hesitation.
Now they can even give reviews.
It's really hard to imagine.
"Won't my dad know that I taught him that?"
"He knows. That's why he said it tasted bad..."
What does that mean?
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