Father Lu hummed and said seriously, "Girl, don't worry. My Lu family is not a family that doesn't care about details. The most important thing in life is reputation. A promise is worth a thousand gold. You are such a good child. It is a blessing for A Jiang to marry you. I will not cancel your marriage just because your uncle came forward. Even if I agree, A Jiang will not agree, let alone say that I don't agree."

He didn't fancy Wang Jiao at all, okay? Without Feng Qingxue, he wouldn't have agreed to let Wang Jiao marry him, and Lu Jiang was actually a person who preferred to be alone rather than with someone unsuitable, otherwise he wouldn't have remained unmarried until now.

Feng Qingxue smiled, "Uncle Lu, I'm not worried, really. I've never doubted the sincerity of Uncle Lu and A Jiang. It's just that this matter involves my cousin, and it's difficult for my uncle to make a choice. No matter what he does, he won't have the best of both worlds. If he knew that I heard their quarrel, he would be ashamed, so I'll pretend that I don't know."

"I don't know either. I don't know anything." Father Lu said immediately.

It's enough to know it in your heart, why bother to say it out loud? Wang Jiao is a bit strange. She was unwilling to meet Lu Jiang at the beginning. I was relieved at that time. Why is she regretting it now?

Wang Zhengguo has always loved his children. Will he ruin his niece's marriage if he can't persuade his daughter?

Father Lu suppressed his doubts and uncertainties and pointed at the packed bag. "The old clothes are over there, girl. Sorry to bother you."

If he had a choice, he would not want to trouble his future daughter-in-law with needlework. There was no reason for a daughter-in-law to do chores for her husband's family before she even got married. However, he really did not know how to do needlework and had no way to ask others for help.

The bundle was filled with old military uniforms that Lu Jiang had brought back, including old cotton-padded jackets, military trousers, and outer clothes and trousers worn by the two children.

After leaving the cowshed, Feng Qingxue chose to walk west and take a detour home.

Along the way, Feng Qingyun was educated in a soft voice, teaching her not to talk too much in front of others when she went out, and not to tell others about family matters, even if it was about her at her uncle's house.

"Sister, I'll be obedient and I won't gossip anymore!"

"Yunyun is so good. When we get home to make sheep fat, I'll mix it with the fat residue for you to eat."

When Feng Qingyun heard about food, she was happy, "Sister, you are so nice!"

As early as the second day after Lu Jiang left, Feng Qingxue went out and brought back an iron pot, an iron griddle, as well as kitchen utensils such as a kitchen knife, a chopping board, a spatula, and a rice spoon that could be taken out without attracting attention. Then she asked her second uncle to build an adobe stove in the west room, with a chimney outside the window, making it very convenient for cooking and frying.

The day Lu Jiang came to pick her up, he brought two cans of malted milk, and Feng Qingxue gave one can to Second Aunt, so Second Uncle worked very hard.

A roll of white mutton fat was taken out of the cupboard and cut into small pieces. Feng Qingyun started the fire while Feng Qingxue scrubbed the pot. After cleaning it, waited until there was no water stain in the pot, then poured a little soybean oil into it. After the oil was hot, the cut pieces of mutton fat were put into the pot. With a sizzling sound, the whole house was filled with fragrance. The fat was stir-fried until the residue turned brown and slightly burnt. Then the fire was turned off and the residue was removed.

The filtered oil was scooped into the prepared oil tank and quickly solidified like a piece of white jade.

As for the oil residue, Feng Qingxue kept her previous promise and kept some of it, put the rest into a bowl, mixed it with sugar while it was still hot, and gave it to Feng Qingyun as a snack, which made her mouth drool with oil.

Then, she fried some chopped green onions in a pan, added water and brought it to a boil, and scrambled some noodles for lunch.

After thinking about it, Feng Qingxue poured some more oil residue into the pot.