"Sister-in-law, I'm back." Wen Wan shouted as he pushed open the door, for fear that if he suddenly went in, he would scare the pregnant Tian Xiaocao.
Tian Xiaocao, who was busy in the kitchen, breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the familiar voice coming from the yard.
Just now, as she watched it getting darker and darker and her sister-in-law had not yet returned home, she began to worry that her sister-in-law was upset.
"Xiao Wan, why did you buy so many things? Why don't you wait a few days to hold the wedding? By then..." Tian Xiaocao looked at Wen Wan'er who was carrying bags of things and walked towards her, but stopped talking halfway.
Wen Wan pretended not to hear, put the things in his hand on the square table, and changed the subject, "Sister-in-law, have you finished cutting the vegetables?"
"Ah... yes." Tian Xiaocao responded to Wen Wan's words, turned her back, and patted her mouth with her hands. She must never say anything that she shouldn't say.
In the morning, before her sister-in-law left the room, Cui Yulan specifically reminded everyone that they were not allowed to say anything about Gao Kao and Chen Jianbing at home.
"Xiao Wan, you must be tired after walking all the way. Go back to the house and rest for a while." Tian Xiaocao said as he pushed Wen Wan out of the kitchen and gave Wen Wan a freshly baked sweet potato.
Wen Wan's repeated refusals were unsuccessful and Tian Xiaocao could only raise his hand helplessly and say, "Okay, okay..."
In fact, she really wanted to go in and help, but she had rarely been to the kitchen at home, so she had to find opportunities step by step.
Seeing her sister-in-law go out obediently, Tian Xiaocao breathed a sigh of relief. Oh my god, it was so thrilling just now. She still remembered the bowl of sweet and sour noodles she had on her wedding day.
My sister-in-law’s craftsmanship is so unique that it is not suitable for everyone to try.
If Wen Wan knew how relieved Tian Xiaocao was, she would definitely protest for herself and say that the bowl of noodles was made by Wen Jianguo, not her.
In the evening, the fiery red sun slowly set behind the mountain, and the mountain workers returned home chatting and laughing.
"Xiao Wan, Xiao Wan..." Cui Yulan rushed to the front of the crowd and started calling people before entering the house.
Wen Guan heard the urgency in Cui Yulan's words, put down the pen in his hand, opened the door and walked out.
"Mom, why haven't Dad come back yet?" Wen Wan asked puzzledly when he saw that Cui Yulan was the only one there.
Cui Yulan felt relieved when she saw her daughter’s energetic look. “Daughter…” She didn’t know what to say for a moment.
When she was about to get off work, she specifically asked her son to go to the next village, thinking of inviting Chen Jianbing to come home for dinner.
But I didn't expect that my son would go there excitedly and come back angry.
He repeated Chen Jianbing's mother's words word for word: My son has gone to the county town to do some work, and I'm afraid he doesn't have time to come to your house for dinner.
Wen Wan saw the dissatisfaction and worry in Cui Yulan's eyes, and asked calmly, "Mom, if you have anything to say, just tell me. Your daughter can handle anything now."
"Xiao Wan, it's nothing. Your father and brother went out to hire someone, so I came back to see if there's anything I can help with." Cui Yulan replied, changing the subject.
If she said it out loud now, it would affect her daughter's mood. When she is in a bad mood, she will not enjoy her food, and her health will collapse. Let's talk about it together after dinner when everyone is free.
After saying that, without giving Wen Wan time to continue, he turned around and walked towards the kitchen, "Xiao Cao, if there is anything you haven't finished, I'll do it."
Wen Wan lowered her eyes and thought for a moment. She actually guessed what her mother was about to say but hesitated to say. It was nothing more than the gossip in the village, or about Chen Jianbing.
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