Jiang Ze said weakly: "I'm afraid you will be like the aunties in the village and be afraid of me. They say I'm an ungrateful and ungrateful person and call me unkind and unfilial and have no conscience."
"Their attitudes changed after they learned about my background. They all started to smile at me."
Song Wanyue comforted him, "You are not gold, and it is impossible for everyone to like you. I know that some people in the village say this about you, but they are just putting themselves in their own roles. They are partial to children and think that you should also work for the family like an old ox without asking for anything in return."
"Their children are willing to be filial, that's their fault. Jiang Ze, I don't like people who are filial. On the contrary, I admire your courage to resist. This is your strength, not your weakness."
"Some people think that the grace of raising a child is greater than the grace of giving birth to one. That's just their assumption. If anyone is abused by the Jiang family like you, they will feel that life is worse than death."
"If anyone knows they were abducted, they will hate the traffickers. This is a normal way of thinking."
"And you didn't intend to kill anyone. It was an accident. Don't blame yourself. It's all Zhou Shanshan's fault. She chose the path she wanted. It has nothing to do with you."
Song Wanyue joked, "It's possible that your biological family is rich, your adoptive parents are rich, but they just lack a son. If you were in such a family, you might enjoy happiness. Ahem, such a situation is rare."
This has happened before.
Some people are just lucky and are born rich.
Jiang Ze was stunned: "Is there such a thing?"
Pushing the person away, Song Wanyue prepared to light a fire and cook.
Second aunt’s cooking skills are average and she is reluctant to use oil, so Song Wanyue cooks more meat dishes herself.
At first, Aunt Song would look at it for a few seconds, but the more she looked, the more distressed she felt. Gradually, she stopped looking at it.
Because Song Wanyue was frying meat and pouring oil into the pot, but Song's father and mother didn't say anything.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Song Wanyue teased, "You are surprised by what you have seen before. Maybe you will see it in the future. Okay, let's cook. Didn't you say that the fish smells good? You can smell it before it's even cooked?"
Jiang Ze also realized that his words just now were incoherent and his mouth was faster than his brain.
"Oh, okay, I'll kill the fish and you cook first."
After working for an hour, the Song family started to eat.
Song's mother commented: "This braised fish is so delicious, my daughter, make it again next time. Old Song, our daughter is so capable, now she has such skills that she can open a restaurant."
It’s fragrant and spicy, very addictive.
Father Song praised: "Well, it's good, Xiaoze, eat more and don't be polite. Just treat it as your own home."
"Yeah, I know." Jiang Ze replied with a slight hum.
Song Wanyue said modestly: "That's exaggerated. Anyone who puts so much oil in cooking will make the food delicious."
After lunch, Song Wanyue took Jiang Ze back to the house.
Mother Song looked at the two people's backs and sighed: "Old Song, do you think it is really useful to have so many children in life?"
"One promising child is enough. That's more than enough." Song's father seemed thoughtful.
"Look, our combined monthly salary is more than 90 yuan, about 40 yuan for me and 50 yuan for you. For our family of three, after deducting food and drink, there is still a lot of money left."
"It's a great deal to spend ten dollars to hire the first and second wives to do housework."
"That's right, that's right. We don't have a bunch of children and grandchildren to raise, so we live a very comfortable life. Look at the lives of my eldest and second brothers, they are always gloomy, and I feel worried when I see them."
Song's mother: "Yesterday, I heard my sister-in-law beating Wen Xue's daughter again. Wen Xue hid outside and cried. You said that this person is born with a dull mind. What can we do if she can't concentrate on studying?"
"What else can we do? If she doesn't want to study, she'll have to get married. The eldest wife doesn't have money to buy her a job. What else can we do? I think the child might get sick from holding it in. She's probably trying to compete with you." Song's father said bluntly.
"What's the fuss?" Song's mother was puzzled.
Father Song pondered, "As for my daughter's marriage, her in-laws have such a good family background. Wanyue was admitted to an undergraduate university and became a writer. She has earned more than a thousand yuan in royalties. My daughter also said that she would buy us watches when the next big royalty comes out. She said that this time it's an engagement, so I bought one for Xiaoze first."
"Don't you think it's strange? If any of these three things happened to the eldest wife's daughter, the eldest sister-in-law would be so proud that she would be up in arms."
"I never dreamed that my daughter would be so successful. As for me, I only wanted her to find an office job and live a comfortable and happy life. I didn't expect that she would be so successful. It seems that I, as a father, am useless and couldn't help her at all."
Mother Song shrugged and said, "Okay, you have a point."
In Song Wanyue's room.
Song Wanyue continued writing as soon as she entered the room. She had learned most of the knowledge in school, so it was not difficult for her to pick up the writing.
Even in class, she can concentrate on writing.
Anyone who has written a book will understand how difficult it is to write a book. If you don’t make it interesting, people will not be able to stay.
The plot should be dramatic, the characters should be likable, and it should appeal to the public.
Song Wanyue got stuck while writing and couldn't help but bite the pen.
The idea of writing as if inspired is all fake; inspiration comes in waves.
Jiang Ze washed the cherries and brought a bowl to Song's father and mother, then slowly came to Song Wanyue's room.
As soon as the man entered the house, he started looking for trouble.
He was either feeding Song Wanyue cherries, or touching things here and there, or cleaning the house.
In a short while, the man had the house in tidy order.
The quilt was folded.
Put the messy things in order.
Song Wanyue never folds the quilt. After getting up, she just lifts the quilt and spreads it out.
She felt that the quilt had a smell when it was folded, and that the smell could be removed by spreading it out.
Song Wanyue took a few moments to take a look and said with a smile, "In broad daylight, a snail kid came to my room. He's too diligent. Should I give him a reward?"
Jiang Ze is calm and self-controlled, rarely losing control of his emotions. He lacks a sense of security the most.
Song Wanyue understood that she herself was also lacking in love. Due to her past experiences, when she met someone she liked, she would be kind to that person with all her heart.
Jiang Ze walked over slowly and sat down, holding Song Wanyue's waist and said softly, "Comrade Song Wanyue, who is gentle, generous, well-educated and polite, can you kiss me?"
If you can't find anything to do, you'll just be sitting there doing nothing.
By the way, tidy up the house and make it look more pleasing to the eye.
Song Wanyue felt the man's warm breath approaching and twisted her neck uncomfortably.
The hands on the waist are still stroking.
"I know Wanyue likes writing and will definitely become a famous writer in the future."
"I know you're busy, so can you please visit me more often, accompany me, and like me more when you have time?"
It would be best if I could see him when I turned around.
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