Chapter 040 Who is your biological child?
There is a saying in the village: A good man does not fight with a woman.
If an active-duty officer gets into an argument with an old lady, he will become unreasonable even if he is right.
Song Mo was afraid that his young wife would feel uneasy, but when he heard these sensible words, his nervous heart immediately calmed down.
At this time, a carpenter from the neighboring village brought people to deliver furniture.
When the whole family saw the brand new table, chairs and two cabinets, their gloomy hearts suddenly turned bright.
Wen Ping'an said with a smile: "Sister, you don't need to borrow a table and chairs today."
Wen Kexin corrected and added: "You will never have to borrow again in the future."
Wen Jiancheng looked at Song Mo and said gratefully, "Thank you, uncle!"
"Dad, we are a family!"
Although he had a thousand words in his mind, Wen Jiancheng didn't know what to say, and just kept saying, "Okay, okay!"
When it’s time to eat, the table is placed next to the kang, with stools added, and everyone sits around it to eat.
The table was soon filled with food, including fried fish, stewed fish, scrambled eggs, garlic mashed eggplant and other dishes.
The staple food is dry rice.
The Wen couple spent all their money to entertain the son-in-law and the distinguished guests.
Wen Jiancheng kept using the serving chopsticks to put food into the bowls of his son-in-law, Gousheng and Daniu.
Song Mo's bowl was filled with food.
Everyone can see that the Wen couple attaches great importance to their son-in-law. As for Gousheng and I, Daniu, it is obvious that they love my son-in-law as well.
Wen Kexin complained in her heart: How come Song Mo now looks like his father's biological son, while they seem to have become the poor little ones from other people's families.
Wang Qiaolian couldn't bear to see this, so she picked up some food for her daughters and son as well.
Gousheng and Daniu looked at each other. They were a few years younger than Song Mo and had not yet married.
I secretly admire the status my elder brother holds in my father-in-law's heart.
The power of role models lies here, and they also want to learn.
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Song Mo saw them off.
Gou Sheng asked quickly and in a low voice: "Brother, your father-in-law is so good to you, do you have any tips?"
Daniu also looked over with eager eyes. His family was currently arranging a marriage for him.
My future father-in-law is a butcher. Although he has a good mental endurance, he is still a little scared when he sees the other party.
I envy my eldest brother for being able to chat and laugh in front of his father-in-law, and I envy Uncle Wen even more for treating my eldest brother better than his own son.
Song Mo raised his lips and said lightly: "Put your heart in others' shoes and treat each other sincerely!"
Gousheng and Daniu were stunned for a moment.
That's it!
I quickly thought about my eldest brother’s marriage and what happened in the past few days, and it seemed that what he said made sense.
The two of them smacked their lips a few times.
"Got it!"
Only after watching the two guys disappear did he turn back.
He kept looking at his young wife who was sitting on a chair, drinking water leisurely and chatting with her parents.
Feeling the man's gaze, Wen Kexin belatedly realized that it was getting dark and it was time to go back to her husband's house.
She drank all the water in the bowl, stood up and said, "Mom, we should go back."
"Go back, you are tired, take a good rest at home tomorrow and don't come over."
Wen Kexin was speechless again, feeling sour in her heart, and wanted to ask: Dad and Mom, who is your biological child?
When we got back to the Song family, it was still light.
Wen Kexin saw her mother-in-law and two children eating.
The meal was rice porridge with a dish of soybean paste, and onions, bok choy and other pickled vegetables on the side.
This is too easy!
I quickly thought that living conditions in rural areas were poor in those days, and it was good enough to have enough food to eat.
Thinking about what they had eaten at my mother's house these days, I suddenly felt a little unnatural.
Thinking of how good Song Mo had been to her family, she really wanted to return the favor.
I secretly decided: I will find a way to get some ingredients out of the space tomorrow so that my mother-in-law and the children at home can also eat the stew.
Suddenly, Goudan sniffed and said, "Grandma, I smell the aroma of fried fish."
Wen Kexin was secretly shocked. This child's nose was too big.
The cold and hard lines on Song Mo's face softened, and he said calmly, "Want to eat fried fish? Big brother, if you have nothing to do tomorrow, go to the river to catch fish, and you can have fried fish."
Wen Kexin looked at him gratefully and asked curiously, "Can you also catch fish?"
Feng Shulan said with pride: "When the second son was a child, he often went to that river fork to fish, and he always caught a lot. If the in-laws have nothing to do tomorrow, let him take the children to go fishing tomorrow."
The old man frowned, and suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, if you catch a lot, send a few to your second sister, mainly to support her so that she won't continue to be bullied by her in-laws."
Song Mo nodded readily and said, "Okay, Mom!"
Wen Kexin murmured in her heart: Not only is the mother-in-law confident in her son's fishing skills, she is also worried about her second daughter.
Maybe this happened on the wedding day. I have been busy with my own affairs these days.
Song Mo continued, "There's nothing going on at my parents-in-law's house. I'll take them fishing tomorrow morning, and take Ke Xin to visit my second sister's house in the afternoon."
Feng Shulan said to the two children, "Okay! Then go to bed early. If you can't get up tomorrow, I won't take you with me."
Goudan jumped up excitedly and said, "Great, I'm full. I'm going to sleep now. I'm sure I'll be able to get up in the morning."
The little guy pulled his sister who was sitting on a chair after dinner and said, "Sister, let's go!"
The brother and sister quickly returned to their room.
Feng Shulan also put down her bowl and chopsticks.
Wen Kexin cleaned up the dishes diligently, and Song Mo also took the initiative to help.
While washing dishes, she felt something scratch her hand and she let out a "hiss" sound as the pain came.
Song Mo, who was sweeping the floor in the kitchen, threw his long legs over and rushed over to ask, "What's wrong?"
Wen Kexin said calmly: "I just scraped the edge of the bowl, it's okay!"
Song Mo grabbed her slender fingers and saw that the tip of his young wife's finger was scratched and purple-red blood was flowing out.
Without hesitation, he put his young wife's hand in his mouth and sucked it.
Wen Kexin knew that this was a folk remedy to clean dirt from the wound, but she had just washed the dishes, and not only were her hands dirty, but she also had dishwater with her. Why didn't he care?
Soon, I felt a strange feeling, but I didn't understand what was going on.
The man felt a stabbing pain from the injured finger and finally loosened his mouth.
Wen Kexin quickly retracted her finger and saw that the blood on the injured part of her finger had turned from purple to bright red.
Song Mo left quickly and took out a bottle of purple medicine from somewhere.
Use a cotton swab dipped in gentian violet to wipe off the blood first, then carefully apply the medicine to the wound.
He painted it very carefully.
Wen Kexin had an illusion that her fingers were some precious porcelain and he was playing with them carefully, fearing that they would be damaged in the slightest.
At the same time, he leaned very close to her, and the fresh fragrance of his hair and the smell of sweat made her a little dazed.
Soon, the bleeding stopped.
He took out a bandage and wrapped the wound carefully, and reminded: "Don't let it get wet in the next few days. Open it every day and apply some medicine."
It's just a minor injury, but this man is making a big deal out of it?
Wen Kexin couldn't help but recall that when he was wearing a hurdle vest, the wound on his arm was exposed. It was a full foot long. The wound must have been very deep, with many stitches. New pink flesh had grown on the wound.
"My injury is fine. There's no need to bandage it."
"How can you be the same as me? I am a grown man with thick skin and flesh. You are still a little girl who has not grown up, with delicate skin and flesh."
As he spoke, he put the bowl with the gap in the tooth aside, then checked all the bowls and plates, found several with gaps in the tooth and threw them away.
In her previous life, when Wen Kexin lived alone, she had to deal with injuries to her hands or body by herself.
It feels good to have someone care and love you in this life.
I no longer mind that this man is competing with me for my parents.
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