After he was the only one left in the kitchen, Lin Chucai squatted back to the straw pile and looked at the little gray dog ​​and said, "It's not that I don't make the decision for you, my fate is not much different from you..."

She laughed twice as she laughed as if she was self-deprecating, pressed the corners of her eyes with her hands, and forced the sourness in her eyes back, washed her hands with water, and then returned to the stove to continue working.

Because there were not enough pots at home, Lin Chu had to stir-fry the side dishes before preparing to cook rice.

The curtain was lifted up again, and Lin Chu stopped the movements in his hand and looked up. Seeing that it was Aunt Song, he was a little surprised, "Why did Aunt come?"

Aunt Song smiled and said, "You are a bride. Brother Yan's family has no elderly person to help you. How can you let you handle this supper alone? I'm idle and I'm here to see if I can help."

"There are no good food at home, it's just a meal." Lin Chu could feel Aunt Song's intimacy and added a little favor to her in his heart.

All the dishes Lin Chugang had cooked were still placed on the stove, and Aunt Song saw them at a glance.

Some dishes she has never seen before, but you can't tell the dishes and the color of the dishes. You can tell that the taste is definitely not the same. A bowl of meat with a pot was fried to a brownish-yellow mixture, and then stir-fry it with garlic, shredded ginger, and scallion in the pot and drizzle with sauce. Not to mention the aroma, the color is enough to be attractive.

The more Aunt Song looked at her, the bigger the smile on her face, "I didn't know that Miss Yan had such a good cooking skill."

The water in the pot was about to bloom. Lin Chu was preparing to put the rice in. Hearing this, he only smiled slightly, "I have made a few home-cooked dishes and can't be served on the table."

When Aunt Song saw that Lin Chu was poured into the pot, she suddenly frowned, "So many people eat white rice together, can your rice jar be empty in only two days?"

Lin Chu noticed something strange in Aunt Song's words, and she said, "I'll go out to the street to buy some rice tomorrow."

Aunt Song frowned deeper and deeper, "Miss Yan, you are still young and there is no elder in the family to support me. Don't blame me for being too talkative. Brother Yan is now in trouble. Getting medicine and eating, you have to spend money on everything. The family is already difficult..." Aunt Song glanced outside the kitchen and confirmed that there was no one nearby to lower his voice, "Relatives suddenly came to join you again. The other party is an orphan and widowed mother. Although there are only a few more dishes and chopsticks on the left, the money is only not available. How can you live your life later? Add some broken corn to go in. This way, eating white rice is enough to support the family."

Lin Chu was stunned. She thought Aunt Song should like Jiang Wanxue very much, but she didn't expect Aunt Song to say this to her.

"Thank you, aunt, for your advice." Lin Chu thanked him sincerely.

With the help of Aunt Song, Lin Chu cooked a pot of fragrant corn rice and baked buckwheat noodles, which could be officially started.

"I'll ask your uncle to clean up the table!" Aunt Song walked out with a smile on her face.

"I'm sorry, aunt." Lin Chu said while holding the sea bowl.

"You kid, you say that distant relatives are worse than close neighbors, so why are you polite to your aunt?" When I opened the curtain, Aunt Song was about to open my voice to Uncle Song to move the table out, but I heard the voices in the main room.

"Brother Yan, are you thirsty? I'll pour you a glass of water?" It was a soft and charming female voice.

Aunt Song frowned, leaned against the wall a few steps, and listened carefully to the conversation in the room.

"No, you've been tired for a day, go and rest." Yan Mingge's voice was cold.

The woman suddenly sobbed, "Brother Yan, why are you so indifferent to me? Are you still blaming me, right?"

Aunt Song's face looked ugly. She had thought Jiang Wanxue was a weak and helpless woman, and she was with her child. She couldn't help but feel pity for her. But she lived in someone's house and the hostess was busy working in the kitchen. Not only did she not avoid suspicion, she also went into someone's bedroom and said these words to her husband...

This is not something a good woman can do!

Aunt Song was disgusted. It happened that the little bun Han Junye didn't see his mother back for a long time. Seeing Uncle Song coming with the table, he followed him along.

The child was sensitive and simple. Aunt Song was kind to Han Junye. He could feel it, so he ran over and asked Aunt Song, "Mother-in-law, have you seen my mother?"

Aunt Song looked at the main room with complicated eyes and deliberately magnified her voice, "Isn't your mother there in the room? It's so dark, where has she been?"

Jiang Wanxue, who was still in the room, looked outside the door, and her face was a little stiff.

Yan Mingge looked cold, "You go back."

Jiang Wanxue barely maintained a smile, "Brother Yan has a good rest, so Wanxue will go back first."

As soon as she stepped out of the room, she saw Aunt Song pulling buns, Han Junye, sitting in the yard, with a wooden table next to it, and Aunt Song’s husband had a small jar of wine and a wine bowl in front of her. Before she could drink it, she looked a little drunk.

She actually wanted to be at the same table with such a group of vulgar people! The stupid woman was holding her son's hand!

Jiang Wanxue was unable to control the disgusting expression on her face for a moment.

When Aunt Song saw her, she continued to speak loudly, "I was wondering just now where you went, Madam Han? Why did you come out of Brother Yan's house?"

There was something in Aunt Song's words, and Jiang Wanxue's face became a little ugly, but soon she squeezed out a smile, "Aunt Song is here too. I was about to go to the kitchen to help my sister-in-law. When I passed by the door, I heard that Brother Yan was coughing all the time, so I went in and handed a glass of water."

Aunt Song just snorted and said nothing.

Jiang Wanxue's face looked a little embarrassed.

At this time, Lin Chu's voice came from the kitchen, "It's time to have a meal!"

Upon hearing this, Aunt Song looked at Jiang Wanxue, got up and went to the kitchen to help serve the dishes. Seeing this, Jiang Wanxue followed her.

......

In the house.

Because Yan Mingge cannot get out of bed now, so many people have dinner together and dragging the table to the bed is too rude. Lin Chu served a bowl of rice, put some of the dishes in a large plate, and served them separately for Yan Mingge to eat.

Lin Chu put all his food on the low cabinet beside the bed and said nothing throughout the whole process.

Yan Mingge's eyes kept staring at her, and she didn't react much.

"I scooped a bowl of rice and served it yourself after eating." She was sure that Yan Mingge could reach all the bowls and utensils, and then she said.

Yan Mingge turned around after seeing her say it, and seemed to be leaving. Finally, he spoke, "She is my old friend's concubine, you don't have to give in to her everywhere."

A big question mark appeared in Lin Chu's head.

What does Yan Mingge suddenly say this to her mean?

Afraid that she misunderstood?

Uh...Dreaming during the day is still not good.

So just want to draw a clear line with Jiang Wanxue?

What about the promised white moonlight?

Lin Chu felt very slandered in his heart, but he still smiled, "What's the matter with my husband? That lady is very sensible."

Yan Mingge stared at her, locked her beautiful eyebrows. After a while, he looked away, picked up his bowl and started eating, obviously he seemed to not want to talk to Lin Chu anymore.

Lin Chu was a little confused and touched his nose and retreated.

When he returned to the dining table, he saw that Aunt Song and Jiang Wanxue looked a little strange, and Lin Chu sat down without knowing it.

Seeing Lin Chu come back, Aunt Song picked up the chopsticks and glanced at Jiang Wanxue, who had a gloomy expression, "Little lady, get the chopsticks."

Aunt Song used chopsticks to pick up a fried potato and meat pill and put it in the bowl of Han Junye in the bun, "Children eat more meat, and they can only grow tall and strong like your Uncle Yan when they grow up."

Han Junye, the little bun, could feel something was wrong with adults, but after all, the child's mind was bumpy and wandering around the road. He had never eaten a few good meals on the road. The food in front of him was many times better than what they had eaten before, and his attention was also focused on the food.

Seeing that Aunt Song added a fried meatball to him, he picked it up and prepared to eat it. Jiang Wanxue sat next to him and pinched Han Junye with force when he saw this.

The pain made Baozi Han Junye's small body shrank for a moment, and he looked at his mother in panic and helplessness.

Lin Chu also noticed the movement here.

Jiang Wanxue pulled the corner of her mouth, and she could barely smiled, "The child is picky and can't get used to this."

Her voice was friendly, but her eyebrows were unconcealed to dislike these foods.

Aunt Song's face completely sank and said, "Then Miss Han will be wronged next. We are all vulgar families outside the pass. How can we eat these things on weekdays? It's because Mrs. Yan is generous, so she cooks the stewed meat for you to eat!"

Jiang Wanxue looked ugly, and she only buried her head in picking rice grains and eating without saying anything.

Lin Chu's eyes circled between Aunt Song and Jiang Wanxue. Although she didn't know why they had reached this point, she felt secretly happy when she saw Jiang Wanxue being defeated!

I had half a bowl of corn rice when I was happy.

Like his mother, Han Junye, the little bun, didn't stretch his chopsticks to the dishes on the table, and ate two bowls of corn rice dryly.

However, from the eyes he kept floating towards the braised pork and potato meat muds, he knew that he wanted to eat it.

The atmosphere was once strange.

After dinner, Jiang Wanxue pulled the buns and Han Junye back to the room to rest. Aunt Song helped Lin Chu clean up the dishes and in the kitchen, she vomited all her annoyance: "Your relative... is really very particular!"

Lin Chu realized that Aunt Song didn't like Jiang Wanxue very much, but Lin Chu didn't expect that she would complain to her.

Aunt Song continued, "Don't blame my aunt for being shady. Such relatives will not interact in the future! I haven't used my chopsticks yet, so I picked up a meatball for the child. Her expression was like I picked up a fly for the child! Why is it so poor that I am still poor!"

Lin Chu was not easy to talk to, so he just listened.

Aunt Song said again, "You are a big-hearted child. Brother Yan is a good guy, but sometimes you have to be a little careful..."

Lin Chu heard Aunt Song’s words deliberately going to Jiang Wanxue to face before, and knew that Aunt Song was waking her attention to Jiang Wanxue and Yan Mingge.

Uh... it is obvious that Aunt Song can see that Yan Mingge and Jiang Wanxue’s relationship is not simple?

When I returned to my room at night, Lin Chu was still rubbing on the bed.

She was thinking about something in her mind, forgot that there was a Yan Mingge lying beside her, and sighed quietly.

The person who seemed to be asleep suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her, "Why do you sigh?"

The orange candlelight made the originally cold and hard lines on his face seem to be softer. His eyelashes were very long, and because of his half-drooping eyes, they cast a shadow under his eyelids. A pair of black jade-like eyes looked like a deep ancient well. Once locked by his eyes, they would indulge in it. Under the bridge of his high nose, the light-colored thin lips became particularly attractive under the candlelight.

The author has something to say: Sorry, the babies who are chasing the article, the author Jun is almost busy these days and has not taken time to write.

It shouldn't be so busy later~ It will resume stable updates~

Thank you for throwing the landmine for the little cutie in me~

I have never received any thunder and I will continue to work hard~
Chapter completed!