"Wife, how about this? From now on, you will listen to and do whatever I say in front of me. When we get back to the room, you can do whatever you want. Is that ok?"
I said this humbly, and my wife began to think seriously about it.
Then I continued to tell her what I had learned in the past few days: "Look, my dear, you go against your mother every day and get beaten by her. Although she didn't beat you hard, it hurts me. She is my mother, and I can't fight back for you, can I?"
"I think you're right! At worst I'll just speak more politely next time."
My wife is very insightful, considerate and smart.
But I didn't realize that what she meant by speaking in a roundabout way was...
The next day I went to work, and my mother asked me what I wanted for lunch. In the past, my wife would always say, "Mom, why are you asking? Don't you have porridge and pickles every day? Dalang, give me a few more pancakes."
But what she said that day was: "Mom, aren't you going to have porridge and pickles for lunch today? We have cakes too?"
…
So this is how she bends?
I had a hard time stopping my mother and having her counted, after all, my wife was still pregnant.
After work and dinner that day, my wife returned to the room and started crying.
"I've said it in a roundabout way, but your mother still beat me. She doesn't treat me as her daughter-in-law. Do I have a grudge against her? This is too much!"
She doesn't know how to swear, she just keeps repeating the same few words over and over again, and no matter how I try to comfort her, it won't stop. My heart breaks when I see her crying with tears streaming down her face.
I could only hug her and pat her gently, not wanting to care about anything else. "Wife, it's okay, it's okay. Don't you know my mother's temper? She's not targeting you. She's targeting everyone except me equally. It's okay. If you're wronged by my mother in the future, I'll make it up to you in full."
Only then did she burst into laughter.
There was a slight nasal tone in her voice, "Then I want you to wash and massage my feet."
Why shouldn't I be satisfied with this? I immediately turned around and went back to get a basin of water. When I returned to my room, I ran into my mother. I told her directly, "Mom, my wife has realized her mistake and just admitted it to me inside. She said she wanted to wash my feet. I didn't care that she was pregnant, so I went to get some water myself."
"Oh, don't let her squat for too long. Just wash her twice and teach her a lesson. Don't hurt my grandson in her belly."
My mother still cares about her very much.
I knew it, my mother dotes on me so much, how could she not like my wife?
"Okay, mother, don't worry, my wife will never treat you badly in this life. If she does this again next time, I will punish her."
My mother was so tickled by me that she even said I had a bright future.
I returned to my room with a back full of cold sweat. I remembered what my mother had said to me before. She said that a man who can be controlled by his wife is the most hopeless. In the future, I must marry a wife who is easy to control.
I think my mother might be talking about my father. My father has depended on her and obeyed her all his life, but she still said that he is a loser.
It is impossible to agree with it. Although my mother talks to me a lot, deep down I still agree with my father's way of doing things.
Many people say that my father is a good man, but I don’t think he is a good man. He just has a great deal of kindness in his heart. He is kind to everyone. Even if an unrelated person falls down at his doorstep, he will go to help.
If I can do the same as my father in this life, then my life will truly not be lived in vain.
As for how to treat my wife, I certainly can't do what I told my mother. I have to learn from my father and treat my wife well.
If a man can't even be good to his wife, what else can you expect him to do?
I brought the basin of water back to the room and saw that my wife had taken off her socks and was sitting on the bed, playing with her feet mischievously. It made me feel itchy.
Ever since I learned about my wife’s childhood experiences, I feel that it is truly precious that she can maintain such a pure heart.
After all, many people's unhappy childhoods take almost a lifetime to heal.
And my wife, she healed her entire unfortunate childhood simply by relying on her strong heart, and always faced the world with a kind heart.
This is harder than anything else.
I carefully washed, dried and massaged my wife's feet. For me, washing her feet was not a service to her, but a kind of enjoyment for myself.
After the massage, I said to my wife, "Wife, I will never ask you to do anything again. Just live your life happily. You can say whatever you want and do whatever you want."
I will treat her well for the rest of her life.
She was so moved by my words that her eyes were filled with tears.
She is a person who likes something if it is liked and dislikes something if it is disliked. It all shows on her face. She is very smart, but she is a bit disdainful of being smart.
After I said that to her, she became more and more self-indulgent, speaking her mind and always making my mother furious.
I scolded her several times in front of my mother, and then I told her: "Mom, my wife is not very smart. I have taught her a lesson so many times but she just doesn't remember it. Next time, don't bother with her. If she makes you angry, just tell me. One day I will be able to teach her a lesson."
Now my mother was satisfied. She probably thought that filing a complaint was less labor-intensive than beating someone.
But while he was satisfied, he still warned me: "Don't hit her too hard, be sensible, your wife is still capable of work, and you should be nice to her when you are not causing trouble."
"I know this, mother, don't worry."
I know that even though she told me this, she would never tolerate me being nice to my wife.
At least in front of her, I can't show that I'm nice to my wife, so that she won't target my wife anymore.
It was the third son's wife who broke this balance.
When the third brother was dating his wife, no one in the family knew about it. One day, the third brother suddenly came back from outside and told us during dinner that he had a girlfriend who was from the first team.
My mother was shocked and asked him about the girl's condition, whether she could work, how was her health, and whether her family conditions were good.
The third brother answered them one by one.
"Her family is fine. She lives in the first brigade, close to the commune, and the conditions are pretty good. Her family treats her very well and doesn't look like they would sell their daughter. She usually does all the work at home. Don't worry, mother."
After hearing what he said, my mother felt relieved. She praised him a few words and made the porridge she prepared for him a little drier.
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