Chapter 10 Why is Jiang Wanying so lucky!
"Coming right up..."
With red eyes, Li Beibei squatted down to pick up the broken bowls before running to the kitchen.
At this time, Xu Dehuai happened to run into her. Seeing that her eyes were red, Xu Dehuai asked, "What's wrong? Did Xiaoli cry?"
Before Li Beibei could say anything, Fang Qiuyue said angrily, "She threw her bowl. I just said a few words to her and she started crying. What a hypocritical thing!"
"It's not a big deal if you keep your mouth shut." Xu Dehuai has always been a tolerant and generous person. "Xiao Li, don't take it to heart. Your Aunt Qiuyue has a sharp tongue but a soft heart."
In the entire Xu family, only Xu Dehuai was truly good to Li Beibei.
Li Beibei's nose felt sore. Although she felt very aggrieved, she nodded obediently and whispered in a choked voice, "I'll go light the fire..."
After she went in, Xu Dehuai pointed at Fang Qiuyue and sighed, "You!"
Fang Qiuyue glanced at him unhappily, turned around and ignored him, feeling even more annoyed with Li Beibei.
Fortunately, Xu Dehuai took the initiative to ask Li Beibei to sit down and eat with him, otherwise she would have to go hungry again. However, at the dinner table, as soon as she stretched out her chopsticks, Xu Guoping would snatch the food she wanted to pick up.
Xu Dehuai couldn't bear it any longer and put some food in her bowl, "Eat it."
Li Beibei was stunned for a moment. She lowered her head and didn't dare to look at Fang Qiuyue and Xu Guoping's expressions, fearing that the food in her bowl was gone. She picked up the food and stuffed it into her mouth without saying a word.
She was really starving.
Fang Qiuyue snorted coldly and handed a large portion of food to Xu Guoping with chopsticks, "Son, eat more! Don't let others grab all the food or we won't have any left."
Li Beibei had long been accustomed to such sarcastic remarks. She ate her food in silence, telling herself that once she married Fang Jiaxing, she would make Xu Guoping and his mother pay the price sooner or later!
Xu Dehuai sighed. Although he was not the village chief, Fang Qiuyue was not afraid of him at all because of his good temper. In fact, many times Xu Dehuai was afraid of her instead.
Li Beibei was not grateful to Xu Dehuai. She just thought he was a coward who couldn't even control his own wife and didn't know how he became the village chief.
After the meal, Li Beibei was only half full, but it was good enough to be able to eat.
After washing the dishes, Li Beibei's hands were frozen red, and her index and middle fingers had already developed frostbite. When will this hard life end?
Fang Jiaxing will be joining the army in a few days, and she must make him willing to marry her before he leaves!
When she passed the main room, she heard Fang Qiuyue's voice.
"Who are you going to give the place to the Agricultural and Military University?" Fang Qiuyue asked Xu Dehuai.
Xu Dehuai sat on the bench, smoking a pipe. "Why are you asking this? It's not Guoping's turn anyway."
Xu Guoping is almost 27 years old this year. Thanks to his father's influence, he works as a breeder in the production brigade. To put it bluntly, he raises pigs for the government.
Fang Qiuyue was also worried about finding a wife for her son. The matchmaker introduced countless women to her, but none of them suited her. If her conditions were average, Xu Guoping looked down on her. If her conditions were good, he looked down on her too.
I wasted my time picking and choosing, and I'm still single.
As soon as Li Beibei came, Xu Guoping fell in love with her. However, Li Beibei looked down on him at all. That was fine, as he treated her wholeheartedly, but she turned around and seduced his cousin.
Fang Qiuyue is Fang Jiaxing's aunt. Her eldest brother died early, and she felt that Liu Xiuyue was the one who killed her eldest brother, so she has never liked Fang Jiaxing and his mother over the years.
She was even more angry because the girl her son had finally fallen in love with was snatched away by Fang Jiaxing.
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