Xing Cui also reminded her, "It tastes good right out of the pot, but don't eat too much. Be careful not to upset your stomach if you eat too much."
Meng Qinghe also said: "Yes, when Zeyu was a child, he was just like Xiaohuan. He loved to eat sweetcorns fresh from the pot. Every time he ate them, his stomach would feel uncomfortable. Finally, I took him to the hospital to buy medicine.
I think back on it like it was yesterday.”
When he said this, everyone present felt uncomfortable.
Xing Cui then became sad and said in a tearful voice, "Yeah~, tell me why...why is he gone this year?"
At this time of year in previous years, he would also be at home helping with the work.
The son I raised for more than 20 years is gone just like that. Especially when we talk about reunion during the Chinese New Year, my heart aches and I can't breathe when I think about it.
The sweetcorn in her mouth was not so sweet anymore. After eating the sweetcorn in her hand, Tang Huan squatted next to Xing Cui who was making twisted dough sticks. She was the saddest one.
Tang Huan reached out to wipe away the tears from her eyes, unable to think of any words of comfort.
Except for her, everyone present was heartbroken, and a few words of comfort were meaningless.
Meng Qinghe couldn't hide his sadness and sighed, "If Zeyu were still alive, we might have grandchildren soon."
"Dad!" Meng Zeyan felt that what the old man said was inappropriate and called him.
This sentence drew the fire back to himself.
Meng Qinghe stopped talking about Meng Zeyu and started talking about him instead. "Your brother is better than you in this respect. He gets married right away. Unlike you! Asking you to go on a blind date is like asking you to kill someone or set fire to something."
I don’t know what happened to this topic, how did it end up being about blind dates?
Xing Cui was no longer sad and spoke up for Meng Zeyan, "The kids have already agreed to get married before they turn 30, why are you bringing up the past again?"
She was afraid that Meng Zeyan would tell Xiao Huan about his mutual affection in a fit of anger. She hadn't done much to convince the old man, and if he told her now, the only way would be a quarrel.
"I just think he's standing here all by himself, getting in the way. How many people his age haven't gotten married?" Meng Qinghe grumbled in dissatisfaction, "Is he really going to marry someone who's been married twice or has lost her husband?"
Tang Huan, who was squatting beside Xing Cui and slowly twisting the dough into a dough, paused. Well, she was a widow...
Her hands were covered in noodles. Xing Cui nudged Tang Huan's arm with her elbow and urged her, "Xiao Huan, go check on the fire in the kitchen."
Tang Huan turned around, stood up, and walked quickly into the kitchen. What his father-in-law said was true. How could Meng Zeyan, with such good conditions, marry a woman who was divorced or had lost her husband?
Tang Huan entered the kitchen, and Xing Cui stood up hurriedly on the other side. She didn't care that her hands were covered with noodles, walked behind Meng Qinghe and slapped him on the back several times.
She cursed him softly, "How dare you talk like that? What do you think Xiao Huan will think? The whole thing about losing your husband and getting married for the second time is upsetting you!"
Meng Zeyan followed up without a hurry, "I don't think there's anything wrong with being widowed or remarrying. Dad, what you said is inappropriate."
After being slapped a few times and being ridiculed by Meng Zeyan, Meng Qinghe lowered his voice and explained: "I just said it casually. I'm not worried about Zeyan's marriage~"
Giving her husband a strange look, Xing Cui hit him on the back a few more times to wipe off the noodles she had just slapped on him.
"Then there's no need to rush."
"I know, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry." Meng Qinghe replied with a smile.
When Tang Huan came out, Xing Cui had already sat back down and continued making fried dough twists.
She looked at the fire and pot in the kitchen, then went to the stove in the yard to look at the firewood. The fire for frying things should not be too big or too small.
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