Chapter 195: Puncture of the Lung Tube
Cui Qingyi was somewhat disappointed with Aunt Qiao's attitude. She herself grew up in an extremely patriarchal family environment in her two lifetimes. After experiencing so much, she actually didn't care much about this matter anymore.
We have even adapted to the fact that people in this era value men a hundred times more than women, but adaptation does not mean recognition and understanding.
At least in Cui Qingyi's opinion, such a thing should not happen in a family like the Qiao family, at least the preference for boys over girls should not be so obvious.
It is still the eternal topic: how strong do women have to be to get rid of this gender discrimination?
This was the first time Cui Qingyi had shown a cold face in front of Qiao's mother since she started dating the Qiao family.
Qiao's mother naturally sensed Cui Qingyi's dissatisfaction, and for the first time, she revealed her vulnerability in front of outsiders:
"Madam Cui, I'm sure you know about our family. Before Qiao Yishi's father passed away, he longed to have a grandson. Now that Konjac is finally pregnant, I hope she can give birth to a grandson so that our family can go back and pay tribute to him, and let his father rest in peace.
I treat Konjac like my own daughter, and now this is my only wish. What have I done wrong?"
Cui Qingyi could also see that the death of the old man of the Qiao family due to the flood was a knot in Aunt Qiao's heart. In the past, this knot was weighed down in her heart and there was no opportunity to get it out. It got deeper and deeper with each passing day. Now, with the opportunity of Konjac Youxi, it was released. Aunt Qiao herself was in a dead end and could not listen to what others said at this time.
In fact, sometimes people who seem approachable are more terrifying when they become stubborn.
Since that was the case, Cui Qingyi no longer had the intention to continue the conversation with Aunt Qiao.
She had brought Konjac up single-handedly, and before she got married, she had promised that this place would always be Konjac's home. Now, Konjac was just returning to her parents' home for a short stay, and it was perfectly legitimate.
We still have to wait for Qiao Yishi to come back and see his attitude before making a decision. After all, Konjac will live his life with Qiao Yishi, and the two brothers of the Qiao family cannot live in the same yard forever.
"Aunt Qiao, Konjac will be staying at my place these days, so you can take this opportunity to have a good rest."
Aunt Qiao understood the subtle order to leave. She didn't feel tired nor did she want to rest, but she knew even more clearly that Cui Qingyi was dissatisfied with her, and Konjac couldn't understand her behavior. If she continued to pester her, she would not be able to bear the consequences.
"Thank you for taking care of Konjac. When the second child comes back, I'll ask him to come and take Konjac back."
Although she was worried about Konjac and the baby in her belly, Aunt Qiao still walked away looking back every few steps.
The Cui family's house was bustling again, and the bustle mainly came from Heiya, who usually lived with Konjac in the house opposite and didn't notice that a wild dog dared to covet his mother.
And its mother was also particularly tolerant of this white-haired guy.
As a result, every day in the Cui family, there would be a battle for favor between the dogs, and every member of the family would have to mediate the fight.
Xiaobai is much smaller than Heiya, but he is very cunning. Whenever he is threatened by Heiya's baring teeth, he will go to Wangcai with a whine. If nothing unexpected happens, Heiya will definitely get a beating.
The days passed in such a noisy and warm atmosphere. Qiao Yishi and the eldest brother of the Qiao family finally finished their escort mission and returned home together.
This escort mission was a long one, and since it was winter and snowy everywhere, the roads were difficult to walk on. When Qiao Yishi stood at the entrance of Huaihua Lane, he felt as if he had been away for half a year.
Seeing him walking home in a hurry, Brother Qiao, who was left behind with many packages hanging on his body, shook his head helplessly.
"Mom, Konjac, we are back."
Aunt Qiao was making chicken soup in the kitchen. Although Konjac lived in the Cui family, she would still make soup and send it over from time to time.
Hearing Qiao Yishi's voice, he hurried out. At the same time, as usual, he looked the man up and down and was relieved to see that he was not injured.
Then she looked over the eldest brother Qiao who had just entered the house. The two brothers were doing dangerous work, and Qiao's mother was always worried every time they left home.
After Qiao Yishi greeted his mother, he kept looking towards his and Konjac's bedroom. Seeing him like this, Qiao's mother felt sad, but she was not the kind of person who would deliberately do bad things to make her son and daughter-in-law quarrel.
"Your wife is across the street. Change your clothes and go over to see her."
It was a perfectly normal thing for Konjac to go across the street. Qiao Yishi didn't think much about it. He changed his clothes and went to Cui's house with the chicken soup handed to him by Aunt Qiao.
It was not until he stood in front of the Cui family's door that Qiao Yishi suddenly realized that something seemed to be wrong.
Aunt Chen had seen Qiao Yishi before, and when she saw him coming, she hurriedly greeted him and led him inside. Cui Qingyi and Konjac were sitting in the living room, both holding pens, but no one knew what they were writing.
When Konjac looked up, he saw the person he had been thinking about every day. A big smile immediately broke out on his face, but then he felt a little guilty.
Before Qiao Yishi left, he told her and her mother-in-law to stay home and take good care of themselves, but she had been staying at Cui's house all these days and hadn't returned. She didn't know what Qiao Yishi would think.
Qiao Yishi greeted Cui Qingyi first, then walked over to Konjac and handed him the chicken soup.
Aunt Chen quickly took it and said, "Miss Konjac just had her soup. I'll warm it on the stove first."
Cui Qingyi also followed him to the kitchen, leaving the space for the couple whom she hadn't seen for a long time.
At this moment, the eldest brother of the Qiao family looked at his mother and asked, "Did you have a fight with the second son's wife?"
Aunt Qiao was silent for a moment, then nodded silently. The eldest brother Qiao was a little puzzled. When he and the second brother left, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were getting along just like one family. Why did they quarrel? He didn't quite understand.
"Because of what?"
Qiao's mother has been depressed recently. She couldn't tell anyone about her family's affairs. But now, facing her eldest son, she couldn't hide what she had been holding back for a long time. "My second son's wife is pregnant. I hope she can give birth to a boy. Then I can give an explanation to your father in heaven.
The second son’s wife got angry and went back to live across the street.”
Boss Qiao was silent for a moment and said, "What else did you do?" He felt that the second son's wife was not the kind of person who would get angry easily and go back to her parents' home.
Qiao's mother was heartbroken and silently complained, "Sure enough, sons are not as caring as daughters."
But she knew that some things could not be concealed, so she said honestly: "I was thinking about the sour boy and the spicy girl, and wanted her to eat more sour food."
Boss Qiao's face twitched, and he couldn't help but ask another soul-searching question: "So, whether you have a son or a daughter, is it determined by what you eat more? Aren't you just looking for trouble?"
Mother Qiao gritted her teeth and endured for a long time, then she waved the fire poker and chased after Boss Qiao. Giving birth to a son or a daughter means giving birth to an enemy!
This boss usually seems quiet, but when it comes to speaking out, he's number one and no one dares to say he's second.
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