Chapter 239: Sour tone
Wen Kexin found that her man's attitude was as good as a big wolfhound acting coquettishly, making it impossible for her to be hard-hearted, and she couldn't help but burst out laughing.
It's really hard for a man like him to be so humble in front of me.
"Okay, I don't blame you!"
After finally coaxing his wife into submission, Song Mo felt relieved.
"Honey, where do you want to go after dinner? I'll go with you!"
"I heard there's a river not far from the South Gate, I want to go over and take a look."
"Okay, I'll go with you!"
"Why don't you ask me what I want to do?"
"I guess you want to find some local fish and shrimp to put there?"
This man's IQ is online!
Wen Kexin smiled with satisfaction and said, "Yes! Let's find a place to get the ingredients first, and then go cook."
She glanced at the empty dead end next to her, pulled Song Mo in and whispered, "Wait for me!"
He flashed into the space, took a look at the vegetable garden, and saw the fresh and tender cucumbers at a glance.
She clearly remembered that her grandfather loved eating cucumbers dipped in sauce.
That’s right! Just make dumplings with cucumber, egg and shrimp filling.
She picked some cucumbers, took out a few eggs, a handful of green onions and some grass shrimps and put them in the basket.
I looked outside and saw that Song Mo was the only one in the alley, pacing around aimlessly, swinging his long legs.
Only then did she leave the space.
When Song Mo saw her appear with the basket, his nervous expression suddenly disappeared and he smiled softly, "You finally came out!"
Just now, when he saw his young wife disappear out of thin air, even though he knew that she had gone into the space to get food and would be out in a while, he was still panicked.
What if the fairy-like young wife doesn’t come back?
Not only was his heart in a panic, but he also felt empty and uncomfortable.
He paced around in a daze, waiting anxiously.
Finally, I saw my young wife appear quietly, and a huge stone fell from my heart.
She didn't leave, she finally came back!
Wen Kexin sensed something was wrong with him, so she stretched out her small hand to pull his big, fan-like hand and discovered that there was a lot of sweat on his palm.
She looked at him suspiciously and asked, "What's wrong?"
Song Mo looked at her affectionately and said from the bottom of his heart: "Are you afraid that you will leave and never come back?"
Wen Kexin said fiercely: "Are you stupid? You, your parents, brothers and sisters, and grandpa are here, how can I bear to leave?"
Song Mo felt as comfortable as if he had eaten a popsicle in the dog days of summer.
The young wife puts herself before her relatives, and in her heart her position is obviously higher than that of her family.
He immediately became more cheerful, took the basket that his young wife had brought out, and said, "I'll carry it, so you don't have to get tired."
Wen Kexin was very satisfied that her man was smart and knew how to care for her.
More than half an hour later, the two of them worked in perfect harmony, finished cooking the dumplings and came to the outside of the old man's ward.
I opened the door and found Dr. Jiang was there too.
Wen Kexin said enthusiastically: "Uncle Master, I wanted to find you to eat dumplings, and it just so happens that you are here."
In fact, the wontons yesterday were so delicious that they aroused Dr. Jiang’s craving for food.
Thinking that he ate too much, the child didn’t have enough to eat.
Although I was greedy, I felt embarrassed.
He said, "How many dumplings did you make? If you didn't bring mine, I won't eat here."
Wen Kexin comforted him, "Don't worry, Master. We made dumplings for four people. There must be more than a hundred dumplings. If you don't believe me, just look."
Doctor Jiang leaned over to take a look and saw that there were indeed quite a few. He saw that the two children were thoughtful and immediately smiled with satisfaction.
"Ke Xin is so nice!"
Song Mo said in a critical tone: "Doctor Jiang, we both made the dumplings, why did you thank her but not me?"
Doctor Jiang immediately smiled and said, "I have a good eye. You two young couples, your wife has the final say. You have tracheitis!"
These words left Song Mo speechless, and he complained in his heart: The old man has good taste.
The old man happily tried to smooth things over: "Now the wives are the ones in charge, and men should listen to their wives."
Wen Kexin knew that her grandfather was backing her up, and fearing that Song Mo might feel uncomfortable, she picked up a large bowl of dumplings with chopsticks, poured soy sauce and vinegar on it, and handed it over to him, saying, "Grandpa, stop talking and eat dumplings!"
The old man took the bowl, glanced at Song Mo, shook his head and said, "Girls are outward-looking, no more words..."
Song Mo expressed his attitude, "Grandpa is right, a wife is meant to be loved, and a real man should listen to his wife."
The old man was very satisfied after hearing this, and said to Dr. Jiang in a boastful tone: "Listen, my grandson-in-law is not bad, right?"
Doctor Jiang praised her by saying, "Your granddaughter and grandson-in-law are both great!"
After dinner, Wen Kexin thought of her grandfather's attitude yesterday and asked tentatively, "Grandpa, do you want us to accompany you?"
Song Mo suddenly became anxious and winked at Wen Kexin repeatedly.
The old man observed their expressions and immediately understood what they were up to. He said with disdain, "I don't need you to accompany me, you little brat, take my granddaughter out to play."
Song Mo nodded readily.
Wen Kexin said apologetically: "Grandpa, we are not going out to play, we want to buy fish and shrimp and wait to cook for you in the evening."
"Okay, go ahead!"
The two left the ward.
Take a car straight to the riverside outside the South Gate.
After getting off the bus, I saw a lot of people by the river from afar. When I got closer, I found that there were several small boats on the river and some people were sorting out fishing nets.
There were people selling fish and shrimp in the open space, and some people were buying fish and shrimp.
It is obvious that these fish and shrimps were caught from the river.
Wen Kexin leaned over to take a look and saw some familiar fish and shrimps, as well as many that she had never seen before.
Suddenly my eyes lit up. Isn't this a crayfish?
No one likes to eat it now, but in a few years, crayfish will become popular and the price will soar.
I saw that the person selling crayfish was a teenager. He looked tall and thin and looked unwell.
Noticing someone was looking at him, the boy suddenly felt uneasy.
"Miss, do you want to buy some crayfish? I'll sell it to you at a low price."
He waited for a long time. There were many people buying fish, but no one bought his crayfish, saying that there was not much meat.
Wen Kexin knew that crayfish were not popular these days, so she asked tentatively, "How much is one pound?"
The boy mustered up his courage and said, "It's only one cent. It's cheaper if you buy more."
What a bargain!
"By the way, where do you catch these crayfish?"
The boy said apologetically: "...I don't want to tell you."
Wen Kexin understood the boy's feelings and was afraid to tell her, so she went to catch it herself.
Looking at the boy's bamboo basket, which was about 7 to 8 kilograms, he said, "I want all these crayfish. Find a place to weigh them. Oh, and sell me this bamboo basket, too. I have no place to put them."
The boy was immediately surprised.
"Okay, Miss, just give me one yuan. I weighed it at home and it weighed a total of eight kilograms."
Wen Kexin took out one yuan and twenty cents and handed it over, saying, "I lost two cents on the bamboo basket, so I'll give you two more cents."
"Thank you! The crayfish were caught in the river fork..." The boy said with a smile on his face and ran away.
Wen Kexin watched the boy running away and thought to herself: This boy is honest and kind, and a little cute.
Song Mo, who was standing next to her, said unhappily, "Wife, why are you looking at the little brat?"
When Wen Kexin heard the sour tone in her husband's voice, she immediately smiled and said, "Then it depends on you, okay?"
"OK!"
Song Mo awkwardly reached out to pick up the bamboo basket, and promptly changed the subject by asking, "Are you buying other fish and shrimp?"
Wen Kexin shook her head and said, "No, just follow me!"
She pulled the man and walked away along the river bank.
Song Mo asked doubtfully: "Wife, where are we going?"
Wen Kexin whispered mysteriously: "I'll tell you later!"
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