: Cooking raw rice into cooked rice

Author: Gu Jia Shiba

: Cooking raw rice into cooked rice

is not that right.

On their path, the most important thing is the prosperity of their descendants.

If there are no successors to the world that the older generation has worked so hard to conquer, it will be divided up among outsiders.

Now that we have the young master, the flies outside will no longer be eyeing this piece of meat from the Lei family. More importantly, the people who follow him will also have hope and will not shake people's hearts.

"By the way, did you say when the young master will come back?" the servant asked.

"It's going to take a while. It's time for us to tidy up the house so that the young master can live comfortably."

"That's right. Later I will change all the flowers on the porch and plant new ones to add joy."

Everyone in the Lei family was full of joy, but Zhang Cuilan felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

Qiao Yu is leaving.

The wife I bought for two thousand yuan is running away!

Is that okay?

Two thousand dollars is not important.

The important thing is, can you spend another two thousand yuan to buy a daughter-in-law like Qiao Yu?

Zhang Cuilan thought no.

In her eyes, Qiao Yu was capable, polite, good-looking, and had a first-class family. He was a perfect match for his son.

If this goes away, what chance will her silly son have?

"Look at other people, they are very attentive to the girls they meet. Look at you, you are just stupid. Are you going to make your mother mad to death?"

Zhang Cuilan hated the fact that iron cannot become steel.

Chai Xiaochuan was helpless: "Mom, didn't I tell you not to mention this matter?"

"Why didn't I mention it?" Zhang Cuilan said, "Look how old you are. People as old as you in the village are already fathers. What about you?"

"Mom, I told you, buying and selling people is illegal."

"Don't fool me with your tricks."

Zhang Cuilan felt depressed and couldn't listen at all.

She looked out from the kitchen and saw Qiao Yu sitting in the yard, Niu Erzhuang setting the dishes and chopsticks, and several young men busying around, which made her very upset.

"Mom, it's time to eat, I'll move the stool."

"Go, go, don't bother me."

Zhang Cuilan drove her son away. She took off her apron and prepared to clean up the kitchen.

However, when she saw the warm chicken soup on the small stove, she took off her apron and paused.

The chicken soup was thick and had tonic added into it. This chicken soup was available today and she had tasted it. It tasted good and was very fresh. The main thing was that it contained meat.

The most important thing is that this soup is made for Qiao Yu. In order to warm and nourish the body, he drinks a bowl almost every day.

Zhang Cuilan looked at the soup.

I don't know why, but I feel that my whole body is getting hot from the smoke of this small stove.

It was hot and burning, which made her feel uncomfortable and made her hesitate. It was not a good feeling.

Now, there is no hope for my son.

If I want to have a grandson, I don’t know when.

But if it's raw rice and cooked rice, it's a sure thing.

right!

That's right.

As long as it turns out to be a good thing and you have a daughter-in-law, you might even be able to have a grandchild.

Xiaoliu's mind can also be calmed down.

Zhang Cuilan was cruel.

A mother always has to make some plans for her son. If she is guilty, it is her fault alone!

Late at night.

Chai Xiaochuan had just finished laying the quilt for Qiao Yu when he saw Chu Weichen helping her in.

"Brother Xiaohe, I can just walk by myself. My legs are healed."

Chai Xiaochuan and Chu Weichen looked at each other, and he stepped forward to persuade her: "This room is very messy and has not been cleaned up. What if we bump into it?"

"My injury has long since healed."

If she hadn't been blind, she would have been jumping around a lot.

"Alright, please pay attention. Your brother Xiaohe made soup for you, have you drank it?"

"Drink it, the soup is salty today, please make it lighter next time."

"It's good to have some to drink. The pheasants I hunted in the mountains early in the morning in Xiaohe are stewed for you early in the morning. If you don't like this or that, you"

Chai Xiaochuan still wanted to complain, but he might as well face Chu Weichen's slightly frowning look and subconsciously shut up.

"In short, your Brother Xiaohe is doing this for your own good."
Chapter completed!