Yan Jingwan stopped when she saw Yun Qiao and said unhappily, "Ask him yourself what he did."
After saying that, she turned around, walked quickly forward, and walked into the alley first.
Yun Qiao looked at Qin Zheng and said, "Brother, what's wrong? What did you do? Look how angry my sister-in-law is."
Qin Zheng touched his nose in embarrassment and said, "It's nothing serious. It's just that your sister-in-law's wool sweater shrunk in the wash. It was her favorite one, and she only wore it twice..."
Yun Qiao was at a loss for words. "Brother, wool sweaters can't be washed in water. Don't you know that?"
Qin Zheng shook his head: "I haven't worn it, I haven't washed it, I really don't know."
Yun Qiao said, "No, it's just a piece of clothing. You didn't mean to do it, you just meant well but ended up doing something wrong. My sister-in-law is angry because the clothes were ruined after just a few wears, and she's heartbroken. If you can comfort her and be nicer, she'll calm down."
Qin Zheng nodded, walked quickly into the alley, and chased after Yan Jingwan.
Yun Qiao and He Tingjun also stood up and followed.
When he walked into the house, Yun Qiao saw Qin Zheng blocking Yan Jingwan at the door of the main hall and coaxing her softly. Yan Jingwan was still angry and turned her head away, ignoring him.
Hearing footsteps behind her, Yan Jingwan reached out to push Qin Zheng away, lifted the curtain and entered the room.
Qin Zheng turned around to meet Yun Qiao's gaze and shrugged helplessly.
He Tingjun laughed gleefully, "Brother, it's obvious that you haven't done enough housework. You can't even do the little work you do. What's the point of having you? It would be strange if sister-in-law isn't angry. If you have time, come and learn from me. Call me teacher, and I promise to teach you everything I know about how to do housework well."
Qin Zheng gave him a cold look and said, "Shut up. No one will think you're dumb if you don't speak."
"Look at you, you're furious because of your incompetence, aren't you?" He Tingjun laughed mischievously, "You should learn more about cooking. How can you improve if you don't learn? Why don't you want to learn, brother-in-law?"
Qin Zheng gritted his teeth: "Is it obvious to you?"
It’s great to be able to do housework!
He Tingjun raised his chin proudly, isn't that amazing!
Anyway, he never made his wife angry for this reason and always praised her.
Brother-in-law and elder brother-in-law rarely get along well. He Tingjun and Qin Zheng always quarrel with each other and Yun Qiao has long been accustomed to it.
She pretended not to hear, patted He Tingjun on the back, and said, "Alright, stop joking. Hurry and bring the vegetables into the house, otherwise they will get cold and have to be reheated."
"Okay."
When his wife spoke, He Tingjun immediately stopped bickering with Qin Zheng, lifted the door curtain, entered the house, and placed the food box on the table in the main hall.
Yun Qiao walked over and opened the lid of the wooden food box. The three dishes and a soup were all served in a casserole. The casserole was kept warm. She reached out and touched the edge of the casserole. It was still hot. She lifted the lid of the casserole and steam was still coming out.
Yun Qiao put the casserole on the table and went back to the kitchen.
Yan Jingwan was helping Feng Juan light the fire in the kitchen, and the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were also talking about Yan Jingwan's angry heart.
Yun Qiao heard Feng Juan admonishing Yan Jingwan, "Jingwan, calm down. Qin Zheng didn't mean it. He's just a grown man who doesn't know how to do housework and doesn't know a lot of common sense. You should talk to him and scold him. Don't get angry yourself. We women can't get angry. It's easy to get sick if we get angry too much."
"I know he didn't mean it. That sweater cost 18 yuan, and the ticket was a prize I won when I participated in a competition in Beijing. I only wore it twice, and he ruined it in the wash. I was so heartbroken that I couldn't help but want to give him the cold shoulder."
Yan Jingwan said, "I'm impressed by him. We've been married for so long, and this is the first time he's helped me wash clothes. But he ended up ruining my best dress. Who wouldn't be angry?"
"You scolded him." Feng Juan said, "Men don't learn their lessons unless they are scolded."
Feng Juan spoke freely, and Yun Qiao couldn't help but laugh. "Mom, you're such a good teacher. My brother would be sweating profusely just hearing that."
"I heard it." Yan Jingwan snorted softly, "I'm not saying anything bad about him, but he really should learn from his brother-in-law. He can do everything at home. He keeps finding fault with his brother-in-law, but he ends up being so far behind him."
Qin Zheng stood outside the kitchen, knocked on the kitchen door, and reminded: "Wife, I heard it."
Yan Jingwan glanced at him and said unhappily, "I said this specifically for you. Do you have any objections?"
"No, no. You talk, I'm listening." Qin Zheng touched his nose and listened timidly to the accusations of the women in the family.
He was sweating profusely after hearing this, and looked at Yan Jingwan eagerly. He couldn't help but defend himself, "Wife, I think I still have some advantages."
Qin Zheng gave in, and Yan Jingwan's anger subsided, so she softened her attitude. After all, it is never good to create conflicts in the home of elders.
Her tone softened a bit, and she hummed and said jokingly, "It's okay. At least she's pretty."
Qin Zheng was silent for a moment, "...That's fine."
Being good-looking and being able to please your wife is also an advantage.
With this interruption, the atmosphere became harmonious.
Feng Juan lifted the lid of the pot and stirred it with a large iron spoon. After making sure the rice porridge in the pot was cooked, she said to Yan Jingwan, "Jingwan, it's ready. The porridge is cooked. Don't burn it anymore. Go out and wash your hands. It's time to eat."
Yan Jingwan responded and walked out of the kitchen. Qin Zheng followed her, coaxing her in a low voice, saying a lot of nice things, and whispering a few dirty words into Yan Jingwan's ear. Embarrassed Yan Jingwan put her hand into his clothes and pinched the soft flesh on his waist.
Qin Zheng grimaced in pain, but fortunately it was worth it. When the couple sat down at the dinner table, the atmosphere between them had returned to the sweet and sticky state that a married couple should have, as if the previous conflicts were all an illusion.
Feng Juan and Yun Qiao looked at each other and smiled, not surprised.
This is the case for newly married couples. Conflicts come and go quickly, and they all need time to adjust.
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