Chapter 114 Self-Strategy
Liu Qingqing still didn't get to eat the junk food.
I arrived at my home in high spirits. The door was open and smoke was still coming out of the chimney...
His face fell, and his wish to eat alone was not fulfilled.
When I entered the house, Song Jinglin was waving a big spoon to stir-fry shredded pork with mustard greens.
"Why didn't you finish eating in the village and come back?" Liu Qingqing went into the kitchen, washed her hands, took out a small basin and handed it to him to serve the food.
I opened another steaming pot and saw pork ribs and dried potatoes stewed in it, with steamed buns on top.
Song Jinglin pursed his lips and thought that he should talk about those bad things after finishing his meal. He wondered how sad his wife would be if she heard it, and it would affect her appetite.
He changed the subject and said, "I don't know how to make dough either, so I bought some steamed buns from the restaurant."
Liu Qingqing nodded. There were steamed buns and dumplings in her space, but because she wanted to eat them hot, she didn't put them outside.
It’s not convenient to take it out now, so I’ll steam another pot in the evening.
The two of them had no rule of not talking while eating or sleeping. While eating, Liu Qingqing casually asked about the old couple's health.
"That's great. By the way, I gave my mother-in-law a hundred yuan today. Since it's pension money, both sides should get something." Song Jinglin looked at Liu Qingqing nervously. He didn't inform her in advance about this matter, mainly because he wanted to make his wife happy, but he thought about it on the way here and felt that this was inappropriate. He regretted that he should have asked in advance.
Liu Qingqing was stunned for a moment, but didn't say much. What did she mean by that? Did she give it too much?
Forget it.
Song Jinglin observed and found that his wife was neither happy nor angry. He wondered in his heart that she had not thought this through and was really inexperienced.
"You still have money in your pocket." Liu Qingqing said nonchalantly.
Song Jinglin felt a little sweat on his back, wondering if it was from the heat of cooking. "A little bit, I saved in advance, and there's also money for the train ticket."
Liu Qingqing nodded, cleared the dishes and went to the kitchen.
Song Jinglin followed happily, carrying the small basin. "I'll keep 150 yuan for my wife, 100 for my mother-in-law, and 80 yuan for you."
Liu Qingqing smiled and said, "It's okay, stay a little longer, don't worry about yourself when you go out."
Song Jinglin's tense expression relaxed, revealing a row of white teeth: "I'll clean up, wife, you take a rest."
Liu Qingqing was helpless. When she first met him, she thought he was aloof and cool, but now she realized it was all a disguise.
This person loves to laugh, but always tries hard to control it and rarely shows any unnecessary facial expressions in front of others.
"You've been busy all morning. Are you tired? Let me do it." He said the caring words casually.
Looking at his wife, he knew she felt sorry for him: "I'm not tired, this is not too much trouble."
"I made you a cup of honey water. Remember to drink it later. It's good for your health." Liu Qingqing spoke softly as she brought the teacup to the cupboard.
Song Jinglin was touched. It was really different to have a wife. There was not even a cup of sugar water in the village.
"Wife, you are so kind."
Liu Qingqing pursed her lips. Before she could do anything to win over the man, he had already won over himself.
Only then did she understand why her "diary" could make this person come up with so many ideas.
Song Jinglin hesitated for a while and felt that he still had to make some concessions.
Simply pick something that won’t make you angry and talk about it.
Then he quickly comforted his wife: "No one from the village will come to my house in the future. I have already told them."
Liu Qingqing blinked her eyes. Since that was the case, she didn't need to go through the formalities.
As for the sadness and hurt that Song Jinglin mentioned, there wasn't even a trace of that.
If the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law cannot get along, then just don't get along.
All disputes and conflicts can be resolved by having less interactions, less meetings, and less contact.
She made a slightly lost expression, nodded and didn't say anything wrong about the Song family.
Although the other person is on her side now, if she continues to point fingers at people, she will say - your brother is not good, your sister-in-law is not good, your mother is not good.
The sky in the other person's heart will instantly tilt towards that side.
As a modern young woman who is familiar with family and emotional columns, she must have the right attitude at this time.
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