Chapter 75 The Pregnant Woman's Unusual Tastes
Hao Mei said, "We can't wrong good comrades. The person who wrote the letter of complaint may be trying to frame someone."
"Acting rashly would be falling into someone's trap."
Zhou Lan asked, "Then what do we do?"
She felt that no matter how many opinions she offered, it would be useless; Political Commissar Hao would ultimately follow his own ideas.
Ultimately, it all comes down to Hao Mei being the leader, while she was just the one doing the work.
"Okay, you go and take a look first," Hao Mei said.
At the same time, Xiahe Village also received a letter of complaint.
The letter accused Zhong Chuchu of being a special agent, and claimed that the evidence was hidden in her house.
Jiang Weiguo glanced at the letter and tossed it aside.
What the hell? He was certain someone was trying to get him.
Although he didn't particularly like Zhong Chuchu as his daughter-in-law, she was still a member of the Jiang family.
Targeting Zhong Chuchu is targeting him.
The brigade's Party branch secretary pushed open the door, shook the snow off his clothes, and asked, "Old Jiang, what are you thinking about?"
He sat there for a long time without saying a word, his face serious.
Jiang Xiangdong snapped out of his daze: "Hey, it's nothing. Why isn't the snow stopping?"
The Party Secretary also looked troubled. Seeing the letter on the table, he asked, "What's this?"
Jiang Xiangdong tried to snatch it, but it was too late. He laughed and said, "It's nothing, I don't know who played this prank."
The secretary, holding the letter, said, "Someone actually said your daughter-in-law is a special agent."
"Yeah, isn't that hilarious?"
The secretary nodded: "It is quite funny."
Jiang Xiangdong reached out to take the letter back, but the secretary stuffed it directly into his pocket.
"You don't need to worry about this. Once I find out who's behind this, I'll skin them alive."
Jiang Xiangdong chuckled ingratiatingly, but he still felt uneasy.
Upon returning home, he immediately closed the door and mobilized his entire family to conduct a thorough search.
They searched for several days in a row, even checking the chicken coop, but still found nothing.
Jiang Weiguo asked, "Dad, do you think the accountant discovered something?"
Jiang Xiangdong shook his head: "Impossible."
Although he embezzled a lot of money, he always did it flawlessly, so much so that even the King of Heaven himself couldn't find out.
Seeing them whispering, Zhong Chuchu leaned closer and said, "I know who it is, it's..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was slapped across the face.
“When men are speaking, do you have the right to interrupt?” Jiang Weiguo said fiercely.
Zhong Chuchu has been dealt with by him several times, but she insists that Shen Wanjun has taken all the family property.
This drove Jiang Weiguo crazy. If the Zhong family's assets weren't in his possession, then he would have married this woman for nothing.
Jiang Xiangdong comforted him, saying, "Women are all the same; things will be fine after you have a child."
"You don't need to replace your wife who has shared your hardships. You can find someone else outside if you want. I'll cover for you."
While expressing his gratitude to his father, Jiang Weiguo secretly wondered: Does Dad have another woman outside?
Zhong Chuchu was slapped and covered her face in grievance, saying, "It was Shen Wanjun, it must have been her."
Jiang Weiguo slapped him again, "Idiot, are you determined to ruin your relationship with your sister?"
Zhong Chuchu's eyes were filled with venom: "She's not, she's not my sister."
Her life has been so miserable, it's all Shen Wanjun's fault.
If she hadn't schemed to steal Song Zhan away, she would have been living the life of an official's wife long ago.
Although Song Zhan is crippled, as long as he has a breath left, he is ten or a hundred times stronger than Jiang Weiguo.
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Shen Wanjun recently entered her morning sickness period, vomiting everything she ate, and lost weight in just a few days.
Song Zhan was too anxious to help, so he could only ask Song Juan to cook all sorts of food for her.
Shen Wanjun really wanted to eat, but the baby in her belly wouldn't let her eat.
"I'll cook today," Song Zhan said. Song Juan didn't stop him and followed behind to help.
My mother once said that the men in the Song family never need to go into the kitchen.
A man who goes into the kitchen is a failure; the kitchen is a woman's domain.
While peeling garlic, Song Juan secretly glanced at Song Zhan.
My brother is a battalion commander, he should be very successful, so cooking a meal shouldn't have much of an impact.
Song Juan thought Song Zhan would make a mess of the kitchen, but to her surprise, Song Zhan worked in an orderly manner.
"Brother, you...you can cook?" Song Juan was shocked.
When did the men of the Song family secretly learn to cook?
"I know a little," Song Zhan said.
Sometimes when there aren't enough people on a mission, he cooks for himself.
It's not that it tastes good, but at least we won't starve.
Song Zhan spent a long time fiddling around in the kitchen, making a big pot of pulled noodles.
Everyone received a large bowl, and Huang Ya was overjoyed, picking up her chopsticks to start eating.
Song Juan silently peeled garlic, bypassing Shen Wanjun to hand it to Song Zhan and Huang Ya.
When Shen Wanjun saw those plump peaches, she suddenly felt like eating them.
"Let me have a taste."
"Sister-in-law, this is garlic."
Shen Wanjun said, "I'm just pregnant, and I'm an idiot."
How could she not recognize garlic?
"So you want to eat garlic?" Song Juan asked in surprise.
My sister-in-law can't stand anything stimulating; she doesn't even eat chives much.
They usually eat very light meals, and use very little scallion, ginger, or garlic.
Shen Wanjun nodded and took a small bite.
The taste is a bit pungent, but not unacceptable.
I took another bite of noodles, and it tasted pretty good.
She ate noodles and garlic at the same time, and finished a whole bowl of rice.
The three people at the table looked shocked.
Song Zhan asked in surprise, "You've finished eating?"
Shen Wanjun shook her head: "Wait a moment."
After she finished drinking most of the noodle soup, she said, "I'm done eating now."
The three of them finished their meal and sat quietly.
Feeling their gazes, Shen Wanjun touched her face: "Why are you looking at me? Is there noodles on my face?"
Song Juan chuckled: "No."
Song Zhan asked, "Do you feel nauseous?"
Shen Wanjun touched her stomach and shook her head: "No."
Just as Song Zhan was about to be pleased, Huang Ya said, "Let's take another look."
Don't be too happy yet. Pregnant women don't vomit immediately after eating; many vomit after a while.
The group waited until nightfall, but Shen Wanjun still didn't vomit.
Song Zhan said happily, "That's great, my wife loves my cooking."
"Juan'er, I'll take care of all the meals at home from now on. You just need to help me out."
"Today we ate pulled noodles, tomorrow we'll eat knife-cut noodles, the day after tomorrow we'll have fermented noodle soup, and the day after that..."
He arranged the meals for the next week in one go.
Huang Ya asked timidly, "Aren't we just going to eat noodles? Aren't we going to eat something else?"
Song Zhan said irritably, "Want something delicious? Go home and eat."
We ate at his house, and not only that, we even ordered dishes.
Don't be so ungrateful.
Song Juan patted Huang Ya and whispered, "There's still food."
Even when eating noodles, you have to stir-fry vegetables, especially green vegetables.
Huang Ya responded with an "Oh," which was more like it.
He thought he could buy a few steamed buns and eat them with vegetables.
Eating noodles every day would get boring for anyone, except for Song Zhan, who can't live without noodles.
As Song Zhan spoke, he rushed into the kitchen to start preparing dinner for the evening.
Huang Ya asked with a pained expression, "Are we having noodles again tonight? Won't it be hard to digest noodles so late at night?"
Song Zhan's cold voice came from the kitchen: "That's because your digestion is poor."
Shen Wanjun followed him into the kitchen, took out two large jars, and opened them.
One is pickled garlic made by Song Juan, and the other is pickled garlic scapes.
While Song Zhan was kneading the dough, she had already finished most of a jar of pickled garlic.
Song Zhan stopped her in shock: "Aren't you spicy?"
He understands that I love the noodles he makes.
But he really didn't understand why people ate so much garlic.
My wife's taste today is a bit too unusual.
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