Chen Xianyun walked in with a smile, holding a few bowls of food, a boiled egg, and five steamed buns.

"Lizi, how is the decoration of the new house? Are you satisfied? I'll put the dowry you brought in the next room for you."

She lifted the green floral door curtain, revealing the inner room. The cabinets and quilts inside looked familiar; they were all brought by Jiang Li from her mother's home.

"If you don't like the layout, feel free to change it. If you need anything, ask Shaoqiang to take you to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy it.

You must be tired after all this morning's hard work, eat and take a rest."

This was the first time Jiang Li met her mother-in-law. Chen Xianyun smiled kindly, her round face was relaxed, and she spoke in a gentle manner. It was obvious that she was an easy-going person.

"Thank you, Mom."

Jiang Li's words excited Chen Xianyun, who nodded repeatedly, "After the meal, I'll take you to meet your relatives."

The more she looked at Jiang Li, the more satisfied she was. How come this child is so good-looking? It makes people happy to see her, just like Shao Qiang's father.

At that time, many people in the village proposed marriage to her. Shaoqiang's father was the poorest among them. He didn't even have a decent set of clothes all year round.

But she still married him without hesitation. She had no choice but to marry him because she just liked good-looking men.

Facts proved that she did not marry the wrong man, for the old man was well-behaved and had a good temper. He would consult with her before doing anything and never acted rudely.

Her mother-in-law is an even better person, sensible and never interferes in the couple's affairs.

The old man has one bad thing, he died early!

Chen Xianyun's eyes welled up with tears when he thought of this. If the old man knew Shaoqiang had married a wife, he would not know how happy he would be in the underworld.

Gu Ming asked Shao Qiang to take his wife to the old man's grave to burn incense.

Yes, nowadays we are not allowed to engage in such feudal superstitions. Just do the math, burn some incense at home, and then go and have a look during the Chinese New Year.

It's difficult to walk on this mountain. Li Zi looks so delicate, so don't fall again.

"Mom, please go out. Don't clean up after the meal. Stay here and wait for me to come."

It is a village custom that a new bride is not allowed to do any work after she enters the house.

Besides, she was not the kind of person who treated her daughter-in-law harshly. She was used to doing her own housework, so why did she need her daughter-in-law to help her?

Jiang Li exhaled lightly and nodded with a smile.

There were only two dishes at the wedding banquet, braised cabbage with fatty pork and dried vegetables with bacon. The meat could be put in a thick layer, and the big, white slices of fatty meat filled the basin. The guests ate so much that their mouths were full of grease and they didn't even look up.

Jiang Hongmei followed Zhuang Guoliang all the way to Bailutang and stopped at the door before entering the Zhuang family's house.

It was also a wedding, but why did this family seem so lively and festive when she passed by? The aroma of the meat on the table made her drool.

His courtyard was also large, with several tables set up under the shadow of the eaves, which seemed to be more than enough.

Jiang Hongmei stared at them jealously, but suddenly she caught sight of Qi Shaoqiang. He had a smile on his face and was toasting with the people at the table.

What? Qi Shaoqiang's house is next door to Zhuang's?

Jiang Hongmei felt as if her head was struck by lightning. She looked again and saw that green brick and tile house and that farmyard. No wonder they looked so familiar!

In her previous life, she had just moved into a tube-shaped building in the city with Qi Shaoqiang a few years after getting married, and she was reluctant to come back during the holidays, so she didn't recognize her just now.

What about Jiang Li? Is she sitting in the green brick and tile house with glass windows eating meat at this moment?

Jiang Hongmei's heart was so jealous that it was about to bleed, and her nails dug deeply into the palms of her hands.

"What are you still doing there? Waiting for someone to invite you!"

Zhao Xiang's sharp voice rang out, Jiang Hongmei looked up and saw Zhao Xiang frowning and snorting at her fiercely.

"What's the matter? Are you jealous of your ex-husband's wealth? Then why don't you marry him? Why are you sticking to us, Guo Liang?"

Jiang Hongmei was furious, but she still gritted her teeth and lowered her head. Zhuang Guoliang didn't like her. If she offended her mother-in-law again, she would have no way to live.

"Mom, I just got here, how do I know whose house this is? I'm just looking around."

A woman standing next to Zhao Xiang with a black mole on her chin came up to pull Jiang Hongmei, "This must be your fourth brother's wife, I'm your eldest sister-in-law. You've come just in time, let's eat."

Jiang Hongmei was grateful that there was finally someone in this family who was kind to her.

But as soon as she entered the yard, she felt unhappy. The ground was full of mud, and several little kids of different heights were screaming and fighting in the yard. They were not even wearing proper clothes, and the younger ones were even naked.

That was not all. When Jiang Hongmei entered the kitchen and saw the food on the table, she couldn't hold back and her face fell.

There were steamed buns made of black flour and rice, a small dish of pickled vegetables, a large pot of boiled beans, and the only thing that could be called pickled vegetables were the two boiled eggs.

Today is her wedding, let alone the wine banquet, at least she should prepare some meat. This food is worse than the normal meals at her home!

Wu Meili glanced at her mother-in-law, then looked at her new sister-in-law, "Sister-in-law, there are many people in our family and life is tight, please don't complain.

At least my mother added some oil to stir-fry the vegetables because she saw you coming."

She flipped it with her chopsticks, revealing the small pieces of oil residue under the beans. "This dish tastes better with some meat."

"Grandma, I want to eat meat, Mom, I want to eat meat." A black kid who looked about eight years old kept rolling on the ground. Zhao Xiang picked him up with a distressed look, "Grandma, give me some meat, Dabao, don't cry."

Zhao Xiang used chopsticks to dig out the few remaining pieces of pork fat and fed them to Zhuang Dabao, then used the saliva-stained chopsticks to stir the beans, which were still covered with vegetable residue.

Jiang Hongmei wanted to vomit, but she hadn't eaten anything that morning, so all she vomited was acid.

"Mom, is Fourth Brother's wife pregnant?" Wu Meili squeezed her eyes at Zhao Xiang, her eyes were filled with uncontrollable malice.

Zhao Xiang was partial to her oldest son and treated her husband like an ox or a horse. Cui Lingling, the fourth brother's wife, relied on the fact that she was an educated youth and looked down on country people. She had no respect for her eldest sister-in-law.

She hoped that the fourth room would have a hard time, and it would be best if it could be a chaotic life.

Zhao Xiang's calculation of the date is wrong. Even if she got pregnant at the first try, it doesn't make sense for her to have morning sickness so soon.

This shameless girl, wouldn't she really be pregnant with a child and give it to Guo Liang?

No, she had to be careful about this matter and tell Guo Liang that it was a success. Her Zhuang family couldn't afford to raise a bastard.

Jiang Hongmei vomited so much that she couldn't even spit out the acid water, so she returned to the dining table. However, she was dumbfounded when she walked in. The rice bowl was spotless, as if it had been licked by a dog, without even a trace of dough left.

There was also a little girl who was eating the rice with her eyes rolling around, dipping her egg yolk into the remaining vegetable juice.

Zhuang Guoliang slowly peeled the skin of the last boiled egg, ate most of the snow-white egg himself, and stuffed the last bite into Zhuang Xiaobao's mouth.

Zhuang Xiaoyu stretched out her dirty fingers, dipped them into the egg yolk on the table and put them into her mouth.