"I said, why do you meddle in other people's business all day long?"
Ai Dong glared at her unhappily, extremely annoyed: "Did Mom and Dad abuse our son? I really don't know what you were born with in your head?"
"No, I..."
"Alright, Yuebao is our family's only daughter. So what if her parents love her? Stop causing trouble for me!"
After Ai Dong finished speaking, he turned over and fell asleep.
Lin Linghua looked depressed: "..."
Are all the people in this family crazy?
Why is everyone protecting that dead girl?
The next day.
When Zhao Ping got up early in the morning and went to the kitchen to cook breakfast, she found that the porridge was already cooked and it was emitting a fragrant aroma.
She was shocked and a little bit unbelievable. She couldn't remember which daughter-in-law had such good cooking skills!
"Grandma, you're up! It's time to have breakfast!"
Ai Yunyue looked at Zhao Ping and grinned.
Zhao Ping's eyes widened, and she was at a loss for words: "Did you cook this porridge?"
But isn’t this too much rice?
Normally, it can be cooked at least three times.
"Yeah, I got up early and had nothing to do, so I cooked some porridge and fried some dried radish!"
Ai Yunyue blinked and smiled sweetly: "Grandma, you have worked hard over the years! After dinner, I will give you a massage!"
Zhao Ping was stunned for a moment, her heart warmed, and she was very touched: "Yuebao is so thoughtful and sweet!"
Lin Linghua walked into the kitchen listlessly, but her eyes widened instantly. Why is the porridge not thin today? How much rice does it take?
Subconsciously, she glanced at Zhao Ping not far away and couldn't help muttering: Is there going to be any good news for this mother today?
However, while eating breakfast, Zhao Ping looked at everyone and proudly praised: "Yuebao made today's breakfast. You are so lucky."
"No wonder! It smells so good."
Ai Cheng was stunned for a moment, then looked at Ai Yunyue with satisfaction and doting: "Yuebao has grown up, so cute!"
Lin Linghua suddenly realized that it was this dead girl who cooked it. No wonder!
But when she thought about how she used to get scolded for adding too much rice, she couldn't help but feel a little jealous: "Mom, how much rice does Xiaoyue need? Look at this pot of porridge, it can be used to cook at least three meals!"
"Eating something can't stop you from talking?"
Zhao Ping's face darkened and she looked at her unhappily: "If you don't want to eat, you can get out!"
Lin Linghua: “…”
If you don’t want to say it, then don’t say it. She is not a fool. It’s rare for her to have a full meal!
Ai Yunyue, who was standing by, looked at the pot of porridge and couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
She didn't seem to think too much when she was cooking, she just added rice casually, and was worried that there wouldn't be enough for the family!
Who knew it was an overdose!
You know, food was very precious in that era, especially rice.
Although the harvest from farming was quite a lot, it was actually far from ideal, so naturally we had to prepare firewood for rainy days when the weather was fine.
If you really go out to buy rice, the price is not low and the average family can’t afford it!
The three Ai Dong brothers got up late and had to rush to work in the fields, so they all gave Ai Yunyue a thumbs up and left home contentedly.
I thought, thanks to Yuebao, I can have a full meal today!
The group of naughty kids were even more happy eating and were very grateful to Ai Yunyue.
Of course, Ai Yunyue didn't know what everyone was thinking. She just felt a little embarrassed and helpless...
This is really too difficult. She has to find a way to make money to support her family.
That night, Ai Yunyue came to Zhao Ping's room as promised, her face full of seriousness and cuteness: "Grandma, can I give you a massage now? My technique is pretty good!"
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