Feng Juan used a spoon to scoop her a cup of fish ball soup. Two white and tender fish balls floated in the light clear soup, dotted with light yellow egg skins and emerald green onions. If you look closely, you can see a few shrimp skins at the bottom of the soup.
"Try this fish ball soup. I added vinegar and pepper. It's hot and sour. I wonder if you like it."
"I like it." Yan Jingwan smiled. "I quite like the spicy taste of pepper. It only burns my tongue but not my throat. I also like the taste of pepper in my wonton soup."
Feng Juan said softly, "Drink more if you like."
Yan Jingwan nodded, the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously, and the ice in her heart began to melt slowly without her noticing.
The atmosphere in Yun Qiao's home is very strange, completely different from the environment she has been exposed to since she was a child.
Her grandparents were born and raised in the old society. They were very feudal and serious old-fashioned patriarchs. Their son fought everywhere to contribute to the liberation of society. In the end, he succeeded in liberating the whole country, but he failed to liberate the thoughts of the people who gave birth to him and raised him.
His grandfather is very traditional. The good and the bad, the essence and the dregs, are all reflected in him.
He sent his sons to school, participated in the revolution, and joined the army to fight.
At that time, they also forced their daughters to bind their feet and sent them away as child brides.
She has two aunts, both of whom are illiterate.
Her mother was illiterate and had bound feet.
But her mother can weave cloth, sew clothes, and cook rice. She is also a famous beautiful girl in the surrounding villages.
Her mother was the daughter-in-law that her grandparents were satisfied with, but her father, who had been educated and received a Western ideological education, was not satisfied.
He disliked her bound feet, her illiteracy, her lack of knowledge, and her inability to communicate with him. But he didn't dislike her beauty, and he would still sleep with her at night even after turning off the lights.
Her mother was not liked by her father, and when she was pregnant, both of them were not liked.
At that time, her father had already started another family outside and wrote to her saying that he wanted a divorce.
Her grandfather tore up the letter and said that divorce was not a tradition in the Yan family, so he wrote to his father and asked him to take in a concubine.
It was the Republic of China at that time, and having one wife and multiple concubines was allowed.
But his father's organization wouldn't allow it, so they ended up getting a divorce but not leaving home. Her mother remained the Yan family's daughter-in-law, working like a slave for them, managing the household, and being filial to her parents-in-law until her last breath.
The funny thing is, she never sat down to eat until she starved to death.
Her grandfather said that women were not allowed to eat at the table. This was a rule that their Yan family had followed for generations.
Even if the evil society comes, this rule cannot be abolished.
So when the Yan family was eating, she and her mother could only hide in the kitchen, and her father turned a blind eye when he saw them.
But when she arrived in the capital, her father was a "son-in-law" and had to rely on his wife's family. In front of the powerful Yue family, the rules of the Yan family suddenly no longer existed.
Women can sit at the table to eat, but she still believes in not talking while eating and not talking while sleeping.
You can't talk or make any noise while eating.
There should be no sound when chewing, no sound when picking up food with chopsticks, and no sound when drinking soup from a porcelain bowl hitting the bowl.
If she made any noise accidentally, her step-mother and her biological brothers and sisters would immediately look at her as if she were a dirty thing.
For Yan Jingwan, eating was something that required constant tension. She had never experienced such a relaxing and enjoyable meal before. No pressure, no need to constantly monitor whether she had made any mistakes, just pure enjoyment of the food.
Therefore, it is hard for people living in the ice not to yearn for sunshine.
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