Qin Huairu became extremely angry when she mentioned this.

Mother-in-laws from other families always help take care of the children, for fear that the children will be hungry or thirsty.

It's better for Mrs. Jia Zhang, who doesn't care about anything and just lies there every day, insisting that she come back to cook and wash clothes.

Even if the little Sophora japonica starts crying when she is hungry, she will not care.

Only when Bangge cries, she will cook some food.

That's all. If you want her to do more, it's harder than reaching the sky.

Qin Heru's cooking hand paused.

"You are so tired from work, won't Mrs. Jia Zhang understand you?"

"She doesn't go to work, so she is just idle when she is idle. This is too much."

Although he had known for a long time that Jia Zhang was a lazy person, when he actually met her, he would inevitably feel aggrieved.

"She looks like a dead person. Except for eating and moving, she lies in bed the rest of the time. For those who don't know, I thought she was in confinement."

In the past, Qin Huairu would not dare to say that.

No matter what, Mrs. Jia Zhang is also her mother-in-law. It is always a bit uncomfortable for others to hear.

Maybe others will still turn to Jia and Zhang.

But this is my younger brother, so there is no need to hide him.

I just couldn't find anyone to talk to before, but now that my brother is here, I can talk a lot more.

"People say that if there is an elder in the family, if there is a treasure, I would rather not have her in the family. That way my life will be easier and my ears can be quieter."

"It's okay to be too lazy to cook if you like it. If you don't do it as well as you want, you have to scold people."

"How can there be such a mother-in-law in the world..."

Qin Huairu chattered endlessly.

Qin Heru responded while cooking.

These words deepened his determination to send Jia Zhang to the police station.

Now, I'm just waiting for an opportunity.

After a long time, Qin Huairu stopped.

"Okay brother, I'm going back to cook."

With that said, Qin Huairu prepared to leave.

Qin Heru stopped her: "Sister, come to my place to eat after cooking."

Many people say that Qin Huairu is too thoughtful. But if you were Qin Huairu, if you were not so scheming, would you be plotted to death by Jia Zhang and Jia Dongxu?

Yan Jiecheng is a good example.

Yan Bugui calculated his salary all day long, asking him to pay for food and pension.

If Yan Jiecheng was stupid and handed over all his salary, could he marry Yu Li?

What kind of family you are in will determine what kind of personality you will develop. Some are not born, but are infected and learned spontaneously.

Yan Bugui liked calculations, and later Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang imitated him.

Liu Haizhong liked to beat two brothers, Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu, who later became rebellious and did not want to support Liu Haizhong.

Who doesn’t want to be a fool and spend the rest of his life smiling?

Qin Huairu hesitated: "Let's forget it."

Although Qin He was her younger brother, he always came here to eat and drink for free, which made her feel guilty.

"What's wrong."

Qin Heru raised his eyebrows: "You are my sister, why are you coming to my place for dinner?"

"Besides, if you don't come, can I finish this big table of food by myself?"

After listening, Qin Huairu chuckled: "Okay, then I'll wait."

"You don't have to wait for me, you eat first."

"It's okay. The third uncle is coming soon. I'll have a drink with him and wait for you." Qin Heru said.

"Third uncle?" Qin Huairu asked in confusion: "How could you think of inviting the third uncle to dinner?"

She has to ask clearly.

She knows very well who Yan Bugui is.

My younger brother has just arrived and is not familiar with the people in the compound. It would be bad if he mistakenly thinks that the other person is nice and is deceived.

"I agreed yesterday." Qin Heru replied casually.

"He is not a good person, you have to be careful about him." Qin Huairu said.

"Don't worry, sister, I know it well." Qin Heru smiled.

He knows very well what kind of people there are in the compound.

"Okay, then I'll go cook first."

After saying that, Qin Huairu entered the middle courtyard.

Qin Heru also continued cooking.

The pork you just bought should be fried first, and the steamed buns should also be steamed, otherwise they will be too hard.

Fortunately, Shazhu did more yesterday, otherwise I would have been very busy today.

After not cooking for a long time, Qin Heru felt that his skills were very rusty.

When I was in the workers' dormitory, everyone ate in the canteen and no one cooked for themselves.

Plus the time spent attending technical secondary school.

After all, I haven’t cooked with my own hands for many years.

This made him cook new dishes, either adding less salt or adding more soy sauce.

After working hard for a while, this painful time is over.

Overall, it’s pretty good.

The color is not that nice, but you can eat it.

These days, it’s good to eat some.

Counting the time, Qin Huairu is almost healed, and Qin Huairu is now called the third uncle.

"Third uncle, you can come."

When the third uncle, who had been waiting for a long time, heard this, he staggered over carrying the west wind wine (here is a substitute word) that he had prepared.

The two sat down one after another, and Yan Bugui began to brag about his good wine.

"You're in luck today, Xiaohe."

"I only dare to drink a small glass of this wine during New Years and holidays. It was just you and I who brought it out. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't even say it."

While talking, he poured a small cup for each person.

"This wine is soft in the mouth and has a faint aroma afterwards. You should taste it slowly and don't swallow it in one gulp."

Afraid that Qin Heru would finish his drink too quickly, Yan Bugui deliberately emphasized the tone of the last sentence.

"Really? Then I want to have a good taste." Qin Heru said with a smile.

He has to believe what Yan Bugui said to be a ghost.

A bottle of Xifeng wine costs two and a half dollars. He doesn't believe that Yan Bugui really produces such good wine.

You don't have to guess to know that it has been mixed with water. The only difference is whether it contains a lot of water.

"When."

The two raised their bowls and touched them.

Qin Heru took a sip gently.

It’s not that I’m afraid of getting drunk, it’s that I’m afraid that the wine will be mixed with too much water and I’ll get old.

The smell of alcohol in his nose made him feel relieved.

It's okay if it smells like alcohol. What I'm afraid of is the smell of mountain spring water.

Then, he drank it all in one gulp.

Yan Bugui's eyes widened and he quickly stopped him: "Xiaohe, you have to drink slowly and don't drink it all in one go."

"This wine has great staying power."

Qin Heru's actions made everything he carefully prepared go to waste.
To be continued...