Chapter 45 They regretted treating her like that
The Song family’s small Western-style building, under the eaves of the back kitchen.
Song Shijing rolled up his sleeves, and his white hands holding the scalpel were washing plump cabbages in a large basin, and he was about to scoop them up after a few rolls.
The kitchen lady at the side was cracking melon seeds while shaking her head and directing, "Master, you can't wash it like that. You have to pick the cabbage leaves one by one and wash them."
"The cabbage isn't dirty inside, so can't you just cut it whole?"
"It's different. It tastes better if you cut it into slices and fry it. If the rice isn't good, don't blame me if your uncle comes over to eat and is picky and dislikes it."
The aunt in the kitchen threw the melon seed shells in her hand into the gutter and told the truth.
Song Shijing was choked by his aunt's words. He thought of his uncle's murderous face and the embarrassing scene of being carried away by him yesterday. He hurriedly lowered his head and stiffly tore Dabaicai's clothes piece by piece.
On the other side, Song Shiyu, who was peeling carrots and leaving a residual shadow, was wearing an apron given by the aunt with the words "I love Uncle Meng" embroidered on it. He pointed at the white shirt in front of his brother that was soaked by water and vaguely revealed his chest and abdominal muscles, and laughed, "Brother, you are still too proud to wear an apron, and now your white-cut chicken body has been seen by everyone!"
Song Shijing got angry and threw a cabbage leaf over and directly hit Song Shiyu on the head.
After a burst of chaos.
The two of them brought the washed vegetables into the kitchen together.
Because they had to cook 20 dishes, the aunt asked them to cook on the stove.
Song Shiyu made the fire, while Song Shijing cut the vegetables and cooked.
Cabbage leaves flew everywhere and eggs and flour danced around. It took almost two hours to finish the meal.
At the kitchen door.
Song Shixuan, who had just returned from the training ground, poked his head in and asked with concern, "Do you need my help?"
But when he saw Song Shiyu, whose white face was burnt black under the stove and whose forehead was covered with fever hair, he could no longer hold back his laughter and burst out laughing, "Shiyu, are you burning the fire or yourself? You look like a..."
When he looked up at Song Shijing who was holding a spoon at the stove while laughing, the smile on his face froze completely and he could no longer make jokes.
Because Song Shijing didn't know when he had cabbage leaves on his head, egg flour on his face, his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and he was shrouded in a dark atmosphere.
Song Shixuan shut his mouth obediently.
Song Tingzong, who was also coming home from get off work, suddenly stretched his head and shook his head, "It's all his own fault. He didn't want such a good wife, and now he has to suffer."
The three brothers didn't understand the meaning, and turned to look at their father, only to find that he had floated away like a ghost at some point.
At that moment, Su Yanyan appeared, holding her waist like a willow in the wind, twisting her skirt, and said apologetically, "It's all my fault for the severe morning sickness. I can't help you. Let me serve the dishes."
Song Shijing brushed the dust off his face, and when he saw the anger on her face disappear, he turned around and pushed her out of the kitchen.
"You should take a rest. Your face hasn't healed yet, so how can I ask you to cook?"
"But my uncle asked the three of us to cook together."
"It's okay, it's okay. We'll do more and uncle will understand."
Song Shiyu also hurriedly stood up, wiped the dust off his hands, and walked towards the hall with his elder brother, carrying the dishes.
The auntie who was assigned to supervise the whole process couldn't help shaking her head as she stared at the dishes in their hands that looked extremely bad.
Dogs won’t eat these dishes if you feed them to them.
In the hall.
Shen Jinxiao had been waiting at the dining table with a gloomy face, feeling inexplicably irritated.
Thinking back to the time when Meng Shuyue pushed me out the door in the morning, I felt aggrieved.
Because he hadn't eaten breakfast in the morning, he felt extremely uncomfortable in his stomach, as if there was a fire burning in it, and he was about to feel so nauseous that he would vomit acid again at any time.
Chen Ting looked at his pale face and asked worriedly, "Jin Xiao, why have you lost so much weight recently? Are you feeling unwell?"
Xiao Wu, the guard sitting next to Shen Jinxiao, interrupted and said, "Sister, don't you know that the commander has been unable to eat or sleep for more than a month in the neighboring city, and has been vomiting for no apparent reason. The military doctor couldn't find any problem when he came to check."
Shen Ting's face changed, and she quickly scolded: "You are so seriously ill, why don't you go to the hospital for a check-up? When Dad finds out, he will nag me for not taking good care of you..."
"It's okay, sister, you'll feel better after eating," Shen Jinxiao hurriedly stopped her and glanced in the direction of the kitchen, "Why haven't these little bastards finished cooking yet?"
As they were talking, Song Shijing and Song Shiyu had already brought the dishes to the table, covered in dust.
It took the two of them three trips with the trays to serve the 20 dishes.
When Song Shiyu brought the last bowl of soup and put it on the table, it was so hot that his fingers went straight to his earlobe.
Song Shijing wasn't in much better condition either. He was busy and the blisters on the back of his hand broke again.
The two of them thought of Meng Shuyue at the same time.
How did she manage to cook 20 dishes with such a big belly?
Even when serving the dishes, no one helped her and they just let her run back and forth by herself.
The whole family sat around the table.
Everyone had a different expression, but their eyes were all fixed on the disgusting food on the table.
Shen Jinxiao was already extremely hungry. He looked around at the dishes and finally picked up the chopsticks to pick up a piece of egg with a slightly normal color from the tomato scrambled eggs and put it into his mouth.
The next second, he vomited with a "wow" sound, holding onto the table and vomiting violently.
Everyone's faces turned pale and they rushed over to pour water or to straighten their backs.
Song Shijing and Song Shiyu were so scared that they dropped their chopsticks when they saw this scene.
They were very nervous just now, thinking that if their uncle could taste the food and be satisfied, they wouldn't have to cook anymore.
Unexpectedly, he vomited after taking one bite!
Soon, Shen Jinxiao was sent to the hospital.
This news soon reached the ears of Meng's father and mother.
Meng's mother hurried to the market to buy a chicken, and then hurried to her daughter's newly opened Chinese medicine shop in the north of the city.
As soon as she entered the shop, she saw her daughter still scratching her head while reading a book on the pulse examination seat. She was so anxious that she quickly tried to snatch the book from her hand.
"What's wrong with you, girl? Didn't you say you would do everything you could to keep your husband? Why didn't you invite him to have lunch? Your husband ended up in the hospital after eating the food prepared by his good nephews!"
Meng Shuyue was already upset because the father of the baby in her belly came to her house, and now after hearing what her mother said, she was even more confused.
"How can your son-in-law come? I've been waiting here for a whole day, but I haven't seen him. You didn't even ask for a photo of me. You make me blind. I have to call everyone 'husband' when they come to my house."
Mother Meng was speechless and tapped her forehead. "You better get up and make some chicken soup. I heard that your husband has a childhood sweetheart. She has already made some soup and went to see him. You, the legal wife, must not be outdone by others."
As she said that, she dragged Meng Shuyue to the kitchen to kill a chicken and make soup...
In the evening.
Meng Shuyue, carrying a large bucket of chicken soup, hesitated for a long time at the door of the ward before he mustered up the courage to knock on the door.
After Meng's mother encouraged her, she quickly slipped away.
Meng Shuyue looked in the direction where his old mother escaped. As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw a girl rushing out crying and wiping her tears.
The two met at the door.
Lin Shuang, who was standing at the door, stopped crying, glared at her fiercely, then screamed again and ran away, wiping her tears.
Meng Shuyue was confused as to how he met Lin Shuang here, and turned around and pushed the door open.
The next moment, when her eyes fell on the person on the hospital bed, her whole body froze and her eyeballs almost fell to the ground in shock.
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