"You're all talk!"
Li Jumei glared at Song Lan and said, "Alright, I'll keep the fish. I don't want to hear any more words."
Li Jumei bent down and lifted the fish out of the bamboo basket, then casually put it away. In the blink of an eye, she put two large cabbages, a large radish, and eight or nine scallions into the basket.
"Okay, okay, Mom, stop putting them in. Don't take the eggs. I have some, I really do..."
Once one bamboo basket was full, Li Jumei took another one and put the eggs she had saved at home into the basket. Seeing this, Song Lan stopped her repeatedly.
It was no use.
When Wu Dong drove over, to prevent Song Lan and Qin Yanzheng from pretending to have accidentally left the two bamboo baskets behind, Li Jumei didn't let the two of them carry them at all. She and Song Sanhe each carried one, keeping a watchful eye on Song Lan and Qin Yanzheng, and carefully placed the baskets into the car.
This scene caught Song Lan's eye, and she couldn't help but chuckle softly.
Qin Yanzheng, Song Qingbin, and Song Guoqing found it amusing as well, but they politely refrained from laughing out loud.
"Brother, don't ride your bike. Let's squeeze in and we'll get to town in no time."
Song Guoqing chose to return to school in a jeep, and Song Lan couldn't help but look at Song Qingbin and say with a smile.
"I won't go!"
The jeep is only so big; three people can squeeze into the back seat. If he sits there too, where will the two little ones sit?
Song Lan seemed to see through Song Qingbin's thoughts and said, "You can sit down. Qin Yanzheng can hold Xiao Wu and sit in the front passenger seat, and I can hold Xiao Liu, and you and your younger brother can sit in the back."
Song Qingbin remained silent for a long time.
Li Jumei said, "Leave the bicycle at home. Next time you and Xiao Si come back, take the bus. That's settled then. Hurry up and see what you need to take back to the house to pack. It's so cold, a little wind won't hurt you. But if the two kids catch a cold and get sick, see how I beat you up!"
Song Qingbin smiled bitterly to himself, wondering if this was a case of trouble falling from the sky.
"Big brother, hurry up!"
Song Guoqing ran to his room to get his schoolbag.
Seeing that Song Qingbin was still standing there, Song Sanhe glared at him and said, "What are you still standing there for? Do you expect your sister and Meifa to wait for you?"
"I'll go back to my room and pack now."
Actually, he didn't have much to pack, but when he came back yesterday, he was carrying a slightly yellowed canvas bag, so he had to bring it with him when he went back to town.
Following Song Lan's previous seating arrangement, the group squeezed into the car.
"Dad, Mom, we're leaving now. Call me if you need anything!"
Through the half-open car window, Song Lan said something to her parents outside.
"knew."
Li Jumei and her husband nodded. Hearing the car start, Li Jumei raised her hand and waved to Song Lan, saying, "Put the car window up."
The wind is strong on the road. If they all get sick from the wind, wouldn't it be a waste of money to suffer?
Song Lan replied, "Okay."
She rolled up the car window and waved to Li Jumei and Song Sanhe. Soon, the car moved forward, increasing the distance between herself and the couple.
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The Feng family.
"Xiao Song's parents are very particular and practical. They put on such a grand feast that our family's two tables that day couldn't compare."
As soon as Feng's mother returned home, she sat down on the kang (a heated brick bed). Upon hearing what she said, Feng Xueyi first hummed in agreement, and then said, "Isn't this feast prepared by my in-laws today a testament to their high regard for our family?"
His gaze fell on his daughter, Feng Yuanyuan, and Feng Xueyi continued, "You must have seen something about Xiao Song's parents; they are both reasonable and understanding people."
And Xiao Song's younger brother and sister-in-law all seem nice too. When you marry into their family, you must be filial to your parents-in-law and treat Xiao Song's younger brother and sister-in-law well.
Feng Yuanyuan's cheeks flushed slightly, and she nodded gently: "I will."
Compared to Zhao Jing's parents, she felt more comfortable with her current partner, Song Qingbin's parents. As long as her in-laws didn't find fault with her in the future, she was certain that she and Song Qingbin would take good care of them.
As Feng Yuanyuan thought this, she couldn't help but think of Song Lan and Song Guoqing again, and she felt a sense of relief.
Although she didn't meet Song Qingbin's second brother, her sister-in-law Song Lan and brother-in-law Song Guoqing were not difficult to deal with; on the contrary, she felt very comfortable in their company.
Especially her sister-in-law, Song Lan, who is not only beautiful, but also elegant in her speech and behavior, and exudes a high level of refinement.
It's very easy to chat with the other person.
It seems likely that she and her sister-in-law will get along very well in the future, and may even become close friends who can talk about anything.
"Everyone in that family is good-looking, especially Xiao Song's sister. I've never seen such a beautiful girl in my life."
Thinking of Song Lan's face, Feng's mother couldn't help but smile. She said, "It's one thing for the young lady to look like a fairy, but her partner is also so handsome. I wonder how beautiful their child will be when they have one."
"You women, all you know is how to dream. Can beauty fill your stomach?"
Feng Xueyi said something indifferently.
Mother Feng rolled her eyes at him: "It can't be eaten as a meal, but it can be eaten with rice."
"I bet you're feeling a bit sour inside, thinking you're too old for other young people to appreciate their good looks?"
Upon hearing his mother's words, Feng Xueyi was speechless. He remained silent for a moment before saying, "Nonsense. Don't forget that I was quite handsome when I was young."
Mother Feng laughed out loud: "Listen to what you're saying! You were good-looking when you were young, but compared to Little Song's brother-in-law..."
I think you're far from it. And what I said earlier was that you look like an old vegetable, which makes you even less comparable to young people!
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