A simple smile appeared on Hu Wenhua's dark face. "Sister, I'm still young, no rush."
Butcher Hu waved his hand dismissively and said, "Don't worry about your brother. He's a man after all. As long as his parents treat his wife well, they won't have too much of a hard time at home."
But my daughter, it's different. After you get married, you'll only be able to live with someone else, and your parents won't be able to take care of you anymore. Thinking about the past few years you've lived like this..."
Butcher Hu took a deep breath and changed his tune, saying, "Never mind, let's not talk about the past."
Your parents are truly happy that you've separated from the family. Now you have your own little family, so you must live a good life and make it prosperous, so that others will be envious, understand?
Shui Qing nodded emphatically in assurance!
Butcher Hu was very pleased.
Seeing Fan Jin, who had returned from the prefectural city, put down his bamboo basket and immediately began helping his daughter, she was even more gratified.
This feeling of relief lasted until lunchtime, when I couldn't hold back any longer.
He wanted his daughter to live a prosperous life that would make others envious, but the rice, the bamboo mushroom and egg soup with more eggs than mushrooms, and the pork stew—was that supposed to make others envious?
Even he's envious!
He couldn’t help but pull his daughter aside and hurriedly instructed her: “Your mother said that after we finish our work this afternoon, we will treat your uncles and aunts to a good meal.”
"You silly girl, why did you take out rice and eggs! These are good things; you should keep them for yourselves to nourish your bodies."
And that foolish son-in-law, he was helping his daughter out without even trying to stop her!
His daughter is sending gifts to her maternal relatives, and he, in turn, is also sending gifts lavishly.
When Fan Jin saw his father-in-law pull Shui Qing aside, fearing that his father would blame his wife, he quickly followed and apologized, saying, "Father, please don't blame Shui Qing. We only separated the family yesterday, and the vegetable garden hasn't been planted yet, so we can only prepare a limited variety of dishes today."
But we cooked a lot of rice—look, a whole big iron pot! We also cooked a whole big iron pot of egg drop soup; enough to fill you up.”
He bought a large iron pot, but unexpectedly, his father-in-law, worried that they didn't have enough money, also bought them a large iron pot among the items.
Water is great for cooking lunch.
Butcher Hu felt a lump in his throat, unable to breathe properly. He took a few deep breaths and said bitterly, "I don't know how you two are going to live from now on!"
Let them live their lives however they want, he can't control them anymore, he'll be driven crazy by them sooner or later!
Butcher Hu went to eat lunch in a huff.
"Oh, my dear niece, you're too honest! How come there are more eggs than bamboo mushrooms!"
"We used to look for eggs in the bamboo mushroom soup, but you're doing it differently—looking for mushrooms inside the eggs!"
"Rice is so fragrant! But I'm not trying to be mean, but niece, you should at least add some vegetables and whole grains to your rice. It's too extravagant. Nephew-in-law, aren't you going to do something about it?"
Many men held the brand-new rough pottery bowls that Fan Jin had bought, shoveling food into their mouths, and joking around.
Fan Jin scratched his head sheepishly and said shyly, "Uncles and elders have come all this way, so please make sure you have enough rice, even if we don't have enough dishes."
"Ah, scholars always have such pleasant voices!"
"Don't worry, nephew-in-law, your thatched hut will definitely be spacious and sturdy!"
As Butcher Hu ate the fine, white rice, the fatty pork stir-fry, and the egg drop soup, listening to everyone's praise of his daughter and son-in-law, he felt incredibly content.
I have to say, refined grains taste better than brown rice!
It's worlds apart from black rice bran!
Well, once Hua'er gets married, he'll earn more money so that his wife can eat rice every now and then...
Hu Wenhua and his five nephews squatted by the roadside eating, holding bowls in their hands. He did manual labor moving trees, which was very physically demanding, but he still couldn't believe it as he held his rice bowl.
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