Chapter 146: "Is my grandma crazy?"

Behind him were Jiang Xingyan, his uncle, and his father. The three grown men were carrying a dozen bags in their hands. When they got closer, Chu Sangning could even see that Jiang Xingyan's fingers had begun to turn red and swollen.

She gently tugged at her aunt's sleeve and said, "Aunt, we bought so much that we can't finish it, right?"

"Silly child, the New Year is coming soon. If you don't buy anything now, there will be nothing left by the time." He Shulan felt that she was being prepared for a rainy day.

I say it well in front of my niece, but actually it’s because last year’s Chinese New Year was quite deserted. We were still in the army, in the same place, but this year there were my niece and her boyfriend.

The Chinese New Year is an important festival. It is Qiao Xiangye's and He Shulan's wish to be together with family members.

In the first year after Sang Ning returned to their side, He Shulan wanted to make sure everything was in place so that everyone could have a good New Year together.

Chinese New Year? Chu Sangning suddenly remembered that it was already the end of January and the new year would soon begin. If she was in the army, what would happen to her father?

Chu Yuanlin must be very lonely being alone in Lu City. It is Chu Sangning's first year in the army, and also Chu Yuanlin's first year celebrating the New Year alone.

Zhou Yongzhuo is such a smart person. When he saw the lady's thoughtful look, he immediately understood. While He Shulan and Qiao Xiangye were picking fish, he walked over to the lady and comforted her.

"Call your dad over this year and let's have dinner together."

Chu Sangning hesitated, will her father come?

A letter was sent directly from the army to a cookie factory in Lu City. Chu Yuanlin was delighted the moment he opened the letter and boasted to the people around him: "My girlfriend asked me to go there to celebrate the New Year this year."

"Old Chu, stop showing off. We all know it."

"Hahaha, that's right. Old Chu is a daughter slave. He can talk about his young lady eight hundred times a day." They were almost tired of listening to it, but Chu Yuanlin continued to talk.

Unlike what Chu Sangning expected, Chu Yuanlin was delighted after hearing the news. He returned home and excitedly started packing his things.

This is the first year that the young lady has left home. Not only Chu Sangning can't adapt, but Chu Yuanlin, the father, can't adapt either. When she returns home without her own little cotton-padded jacket, the cold winter makes her heart ache.

Chu Sangning did not plan to return to Changxing Village this year. He asked Jiang Xingyan for his opinion, and he also did not plan to go back, so the two of them wrote a letter to their families.

Chu Sangning patted Jiang Xingyan's arm and said, "Jiang Xingyan, do you think Auntie will be disappointed if we don't go back this year?"

At this time, Jiang Xingyan was holding the little girl in his arms, feeling each other's body temperature. After hearing this, he hugged the little girl's slender waist tightly, thought carefully for a while, and slowly said: "There are still many opportunities, you are the most important."

His mother must have understood that since Sang Ning had found his biological uncle and father this year, he would definitely want to reunite with his family.

As soon as the letter reached Lin Xiuzhi's hands, she let someone else read it. Then Lin Xiuzhi walked home with a happy face. Pan Wenlan followed behind her mother-in-law and even wondered if she was crazy.

Jiang Pan'an's teeth gradually grew out. When he learned that his uncle would not be coming home this year, he looked disappointed and asked, "Ah, why?"

"No reason, just go back to the house."

Jiang Panan turned around and saw his grandma carrying a pile of firewood and walking towards the kitchen with a smile on her face. He stopped in his tracks with a shocked expression, "Mom, is my grandma crazy?"

In previous years, if my uncle didn’t come back for the New Year, my grandmother would be angry for several weeks. The young Jiang Panan didn’t have any appropriate adjectives to describe it, he just felt that his grandmother was eating people during those days.

When Pan Wenlan heard her son's words, her face became dull:...

Son, you ask me, who should I ask?

"Stop being greedy and go back to your room and lie down. It's so cold, don't worry about getting frostbite on your hands."

At the Jiang family's dinner table, the dishes were still the same: cabbage stewed with bacon, and potato cubes stewed with vermicelli. When Lin Xiuzhi mentioned the news that her youngest son would not be returning home this year, everyone held their breath and no one dared to say a word.

In the end, Jiang's father calmly responded, "It's okay if you don't come back. It's better to stay there and accompany Chu Zhiqing more."

As expected, the person beside me understands me. Lin Xiuzhi was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling. "Yes, old man, I think the same as you. If everything goes well, maybe we will have a happy event in the early spring of next year."

The people of the Jiang family sat together happily, but at the Luo family not far away, it was already evening and the dining table was empty without the smell of food.

When Luo Yiping came home from collecting firewood, he saw such a deserted scene. He kicked open the door, looked at Zhao Jiayun who was warming herself by the fire, and asked, "Why aren't you cooking?"

"I'm not feeling well today. I can't do it."

Zhao Jiayun's belly also began to show signs of pregnancy. It had not been long since then, but she began to show signs of pregnancy. She liked to eat sour food, the sourer the better. Later, she even drank a bowl of vinegar every day.

This was the first time that Luo Yiping had encountered such a thing. He was so scared that he went to ask his mother for advice. Although Mrs. Luo was paralyzed in bed, she was still able to survive because of her son's care. If you can ignore the stench in her room...

When Old Mrs. Luo heard this, she was extremely excited. Sour son and spicy girl, sour son and spicy girl, that's great, it's good to be jealous, it must be a son in her belly.

"Don't be afraid, Yiping. This is how women's morning sickness works. Sour food means boys and spicy food means girls. If you can eat sour food, it means you're pregnant with a boy."

When Old Mrs. Luo talked about her eldest grandson, she talked nonstop and had even thought of a vulgar name for him in the future.

As she spoke, Luo Yiping was listening nearby. Old Mrs. Luo stretched out her arm to signal her son to pour her a glass of water. Luo Yiping picked up the teapot and was about to pour it, but found that the water was cold.

With a gloomy face, he asked, "Zhao Jiayun didn't come to change the water today, right?"

Old Mrs. Luo was so happy that she didn't care about this. She was old and couldn't even drink two bowls of water a day.

"Have a sip. She is pregnant now. Don't quarrel with her." Old Mrs. Luo repeatedly reminded them that Zhao Jiayun is the eldest in their Luo family and is pregnant, so they must not quarrel with her.

Luo Yiping nodded in agreement. After going out, he saw Zhao Jiayun still in the room. He went into the kitchen to cook with an impatient look on his face. If she didn't eat, they would have to eat.

Other pregnant wives can cook three meals a day, but the one in her family can't cook or wash clothes. If she argues with her for a few more words, Zhao Jiayun will hold her stomach and start crying in pain.

When everyone else was about to finish their meal and go to sleep, Luo Yiping had just finished cooking. He opened the door and saw Zhao Jiayun, who had gained weight due to pregnancy. A trace of disgust flashed across his eyes. He walked forward, pushed her, and said coldly, "It's time to eat."

"Okay." Zhao Jiayun's legs and feet were swollen. She lingered on the bed for a while. When she saw the food on the table with her big belly, she asked with some complaint: "Why is there no meat today?"