"Don't mention Old Man Zhang. If I had the idea twenty or thirty years ago, why wait until now, when I'm old and can't live well, and have to take care of the old man's daily life?

I earn at least three to five thousand a month as a nanny.

There are many things to do when you get married.

But everything became a matter of course.

Am I cheap?

Stop mentioning him and falling out with you again!"

After Ding Yun complained helplessly, he sat down and continued talking about his daughter:

"Let's talk about my daughter.

I only lasted one night last night and didn't go dancing in the square this morning. And my daughter Liu Lan hasn't been back for almost two days and two nights. Even my grandson hasn't been seen since she left yesterday.

It's because I refused to let her dad in.

If she wants to fulfill her filial duty, she can do it by herself. Why drag me in? Her father, Liu Guoding, and I will fight to the death, which may be a bit exaggerated.

But obviously it has not reached divorce.

To the extent that we can still be friends.

Now she is still silently threatening me vaguely by not going home to herself and her children. Do you think I can stop being angry? I don’t even know what she is thinking?"

According to the memory of the original person, her two best friends are quite reliable. They only talk to each other in private about some things and don't go out to publicize them. That's why Ding Yun complained to them about his daughter so frankly.

Replace it with a loud-mouthed bestie.

No matter how aggrieved I feel, it’s not easy to talk directly.

"Really? I just said that I haven't seen your daughter much recently. I dare say she doesn't spend much time at home recently!"

Xia Furong nodded clearly, while Zhu Chunhong touched her chin and expressed her speculation:

"To be honest, your daughter's mind is really hard to fathom. You tried your best to bring her up and it's unfilial, but in the end, you just went to pay attention to Liu Guoding, who barely raised her for a day.

It’s not like sticking a hot face to a cold butt. Oh no, it’s not appropriate to say that. It’s called dog licking in the Internet way. It’s not right. How should I describe it? She shouldn’t have the kind of thing that would be worse for her.

, the more she wants to be kind to others, it must be a serious disease. I don’t know what this disease is called.

But I have heard of it on the Internet before.

What kind of psychological problem is this? Is it possible?

After all, it is impossible to be nicer to your own daughter.

There is also a saying that there is a rivalry between friendship and enmity, right?”

"Pull it down, there's nothing wrong with that girl Liu Lan's body shape. As the saying goes, if you have a big heart and a fat body, her body shape doesn't look like a petty one.

What kind of psychological problem can there be!"

Xia Furong listened to Zhu Chunhong's speculation, while she retracted her gaze from quietly looking at Ding Yun's bedroom, she frowned and retorted. After speaking, she raised her eyebrows and said with a smile:

"Huijuan, Chunhong, do you think it's possible that she has someone she likes? She knows that she has no other qualities that make people like her, so she wants to be filial and make people like her.

.

Think about it, even a father like that is so devoted to filial piety, why wouldn’t he be even more filial to his mother-in-law later?”

"Is this possible?"

After saying that, Xia Furong reached out and pushed Ding Yun's leg: "Would you like to recall carefully whether there was anything wrong with your daughter some time ago?"

"this……"

"Isn't it a little outrageous...

If this is really the case, how bad must she be to think of using this method to show her filial piety?"

Zhu Chunhong had no other emotions at this time except confusion.

Ding Yun followed Xia Furong's thoughts and briefly recalled the original memory of the recent period, then shook his head and said: "No, she was normal some time ago."

"It was just after meeting her father that it became abnormal. But after meeting her father, it was not normal. It's hard to say whether it was because something happened to her or because she hadn't met her father before.

So I didn’t show it.”

"That's not right. How can a normal person be so filial when facing a father who has barely raised him or even met him a few times?

If it were me, it would be good if I didn't have hatred or hostility.

Even if he wanted to ask for alimony from me, I would have to fight a lawsuit with him and would only pay him if I had no other choice.

Your daughter doesn’t look like a holy mother, does she?”

Not only Zhu Chunhong was puzzled, but the original person and even Ding Yun himself were also puzzled. They didn't know what kind of brain circuit her daughter had.

"Forget it, let's not think about it so much.

If you could figure out everything and make everyone understand it instantly, there would be no quarrels in the world, and you wouldn’t argue with me about whether the salty tofu pudding is better or the sweet tofu pudding is better, let alone

There is a heresy claiming that spicy and sour food is the authentic food."

Because considering that they didn't come here to help Ding Yun solve household chores, and even mothers can't understand it, it's even harder for outsiders like them to understand.

Why continue to struggle with this aspect?

So Xia Furong immediately decided to end this topic.

"Let's have a good chat, what are you talking about?"

"Didn't I use this as a metaphor?"

"What are you using as a metaphor? When you mention tofu puffs, I think of the tofu puffs that the boss who sold them accidentally sprinkled brown sugar on my salted tofu puffs today. I was so angry that I asked him to change them for me. He also said

I care about everything."

"This is your business, how could I know?

I didn’t accompany you to eat tofu nao this morning..."

"Okay, okay, I really can't stand you, just eat your own food and don't care what others do.

There are also people on the Internet who sprinkle popping candy on the tofu brain.

Even mixed with snail noodle soup.

If you really care, you shouldn't be mad at me. You should tell me why you came to me. You won't just worry about me. Last time I was sick and didn't go for two days. You didn't know until I went back to dance in the square again.

.”

Ding Yun also really didn't understand why two people of such age had to compete with each other about eating, so he quickly tried to dissuade them, for fear that they would quarrel over this matter again.

At the same time, he asked them what they were doing here.

Missed a square dance or two.

It's not a big deal anyway.

"Hey, Huijuan, it's just because we didn't come to visit you last time when you were sick. We didn't know until you recovered. We felt guilty, so we came early this time to check on you. If anything happens, we can help you."

help.

Now that you are fine, everyone is naturally happy.

It also saved us two cartons of milk."

"Originally, you didn't go over to dance in the square. I thought you might be sick, so I wanted to buy a carton of milk and bring it over when I came over. After all, I was visiting the sick!

But Furong said you may not be sick.

We have to look at the situation. If you are really sick, it's not too late to buy milk and bring it over!

I didn't expect you to be quite healthy.

Then we can feel relieved.”

Xia Furong and Zhu Chunhong replied to Ding Yun with a chuckle, while they were still quietly looking at Ding Yun's bedroom and other places in the house.

Not sure if you are looking for something or what you want to do?

And their actions are not actually secretive.

The original person may not pay much attention.

But Ding Yun could tell at a glance that there was definitely something going on between them:

"Oh, in that case, you have also seen that I am very healthy. Can you go home and make lunch quickly?"

In order for the two of them to quickly explain what they wanted to do here and stop wasting each other's time with such hesitation, Ding Yun specially served tea to see off the guests.
Chapter completed!