The eldest aunt, Mrs. He, walked to the men's table, picked up the wooden spoon in the soup basin and started serving rice to everyone. Except for Yao Sizhu, who had half a bowl of rice and a bowl of rice, the rest of the people on the table had full bowls of rice.

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Yao Sizhu was very conscious about his food. As long as he did not go to the ground, he would not eat as much as his father and brothers. Even if he was at home, he would never be idle. Even if his sisters-in-law filled a bowl of rice for him, he would still eat.

He would also silently fall back into the basin, and if the times became too frequent, everyone would just follow his whim.

Father Yao didn't say much about his younger son's behavior. The family had too much food to eat, so it was good for Yao Sizhu to do this to save him from feeling uncomfortable and taking advantage of the family.

After the men's table was finished, Mrs. He would come over and fill the table with rice for the women. First, Mrs. Tao, her mother-in-law, would serve a bowl of porridge. Mrs. He would try to scoop out the thicker part from the bottom of the basin and pour it into her mother-in-law's bowl.

Then it was the turn of others to serve, and then each person was divided into a small grain nest, and Tao was no exception.

But Yao Guoer knew that the unfinished nests at home would be brought back to grandma's house, and grandma would definitely not be hungry. By the way, there was also the original body. Before she came through, she saw that the original body had not eaten enough. Look.

If you come secretly to beg Tao when no one is in the house, you will always get half a nest to fill your stomach. Of course, among the many granddaughters, only Yao Guoer has this treatment.

Mr. Tao sat upright with a straight face, seemingly indifferent, but in fact, under his droopy eyelids, he was always paying attention to the spoon in his daughter-in-law's hand.

After so many years, she has trained her daughters-in-law to know which bowl should be thicker and which should be thinner. No one dares to make random decisions under her nose.

After the food was distributed, the men's table had already used their chopsticks. Mrs. Tao glanced coldly at the young people at their table who were bowing their heads and being subservient. Then she picked up the rice bowl in front of her and put it to her mouth and took a sip, making a moderate sound.

Then he picked up the chopsticks, picked up a few shredded pickles, put them into his mouth and chewed them, and then everyone started eating with their chopsticks.

Yao Guoer took a look at the porridge and egg-sized grains that her eldest sister had given her in the bowl, and then looked at the pots of vegetables on the table. The cold cucumbers and garlic eggplants were just sprinkled with some salt water and minced garlic.

There was not a trace of oil or water in sight. I ate the same clear soup and little water every day, even though I had always been able to make ends meet with my diet, it was hard to swallow.

"What's wrong, Guo'er, but your head hurts again?"

When Mrs. Bao saw her daughter not moving with her chopsticks for a long time, she lowered her head and asked, her voice not too loud or too quiet, just enough for everyone at the table to hear.

"No, mother, I'm fine."

After Guoer finished speaking, he quickly picked up the bowl and put it to his mouth and took a few sips.

Mrs. Bao rolled her eyes and said to Mrs. Tao: "Mom, I seem to be getting better these days, but at night I cover my wound and complain that I have a headache. I can't sleep and I can't eat well. Look at this little girl.

Her face has lost weight again, how about I boil an egg for her later to replenish her face, so as not to cause any disease."

Among the daughters-in-law, Mrs. Bao is the most lively and thoughtful. She can usually guess Tao's thoughts. Among the several daughters-in-law, she is the one who is best at pleasing Mr. Tao. If she wants to achieve something in front of Mr. Tao, she will often just say a few words.

Tao, who was able to speak his mind, nodded.

Sure enough, when Mrs. Tao heard what she said, she was also afraid that something bad would happen to the girl Guo'er, so she put down the bowl and chopsticks and took a closer look at the scar on Guo'er's forehead, and told Mrs. Bao: "Well, you have to take care of yourself.

Let’s make up for it. We don’t have any white flour at home. Fortunately, we can collect a few eggs every day, so don’t cut them off yet. You can cook two for her later.”

After speaking, Mrs. Tao glared at Jian'er who was huddled at the table and did not dare to raise her head, and snorted a few more times in annoyance.

Mrs. He naturally felt uncomfortable when she saw that her mother-in-law still held a grudge against her daughter. She had a calm temperament and didn't talk much, but she was a sensible person. Although she knew that the last incident involving the two children was caused by Guoer's unreasonable troubles, things at home were still unreasonable.

It is the mother-in-law who has the final say. If she says more on behalf of her daughter, it will only make Mrs. Tao even more disgusted with her daughter, and she will also dislike their eldest daughter-in-law.

So seeing her mother-in-law glaring at Ji'er fiercely, He's eyes were filled with distress. She put a piece of cucumber strips into Ji'er's bowl and motioned for her to eat it quickly.

Zao'er on the side also felt sorry for her sister. It was Guo'er who bullied Ji'er that day and knocked down the trolley after pushing her. Ji'er was also seriously injured, but grandma didn't care about it at all and was getting very angry these days.

It was all spread on Jian'er and Dafang's family, as if their family had committed a heinous crime.

Since Guo'er was injured, the third aunt has been thinking of ways to give Guo'er food and drink every day, but what about Jian'er? Except for the two white flour cakes that Guo'er got on the first day, she was begged by her mother-in-law, and nothing happened after that.

Special treatment.

Zao'er felt sorry for her sister, so she broke off a piece of the dough in her hand and secretly stuffed it into Ji'er's hand from under the table, signaling her to eat more.

Mrs. Tao had long seen all the actions of the ladies in the first house, and she was so angry that she put down her chopsticks and cursed:

"Things that are not well-raised! Who are they showing to each other like this? Why, did Ji'er get into such a big trouble? Did I not give her food or drink? I tortured her.

, whether you like to eat or not, why do you still want to be an ancestor and ask people to offer it to you?"

Mrs. He hurriedly said: "Mom, don't be angry. Ji'er already knows that she is wrong. She is just timid. I have been telling her these days that I will give her more fruits in the future. You can eat more and don't ask your granddaughter to eat them."

You are angry."

After saying that, he quickly picked up a chopstick of cucumber strips for Mrs. Tao.

When Mrs. Tao saw her eldest daughter-in-law being humble in front of her, she snorted and said nothing.

In the evening, Mrs. Bao came back to the west wing from outside and walked directly into the back room with a somewhat proud look on her face.

"Guo'er, look, what is this?"

Guo'er looked into her hand, and sure enough, He took back two boiled eggs.

Guo'er felt a warmth in her heart. Although Mrs. Bao, a cheap girl, was very mean-spirited and unlovable, and could not compare to her eldest and second aunts in their diligence and hard work, as a mother, Mrs. Bao was very qualified and treated her well.

The two children were closely guarded, lest they suffer a loss.

Just now, Mr. Bao said at the dinner table that he wanted to get boiled eggs for himself. Since Mr. Tao agreed, he would definitely get them back.

When Wu Lin came in from the outside, his eyes followed his mother. When he saw his mother walking directly into the back room, he followed her in consciously. He didn't dare to rush forward like usual, but hid in Bao's room.

Behind her, the child drooled when he saw two eggs in his sister's hand.

"mother--"

Wu Lin tugged on He's sleeve and looked at her eagerly.

Mrs. Bao couldn't help but take a breath. She gave birth to a pair of children. Both of them are precious. However, the two siblings are not sensible. They usually do not give in to each other. Now they want to give up their daughter to their son.

I can eat an egg, but according to my daughter’s temperament...

Mrs. Bao regretted having put both eggs into Guo'er's hand. She looked at Wu Lin's pitiful eyes and said, "Guo'er, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Guo'er waving to Wu Lin. Wu Lin sucked his fingers and moved towards him. Guo'er generously stuffed an egg in his hand to Wu Lin and signaled him to eat it quickly.

Seeing this, Wu Lin took it over unceremoniously. He took a few steps back for fear that his sister would regret it, and then he happily lowered his head and peeled off the egg shell.

Guo'er also liked seeing her brother look like he had received a treasure. After all, he was only a six-year-old child. She raised her head and said to Mrs. Bao, "Thank you, mother."

Ms. Bao was quite surprised. She felt that her daughter had become a lot more sensible recently, and she was naturally happy. She happily took the eggs from her daughter and said: "We have grown up, and we are becoming more and more like good sisters. Come, Mom will peel the eggs for you."

Guo'er ate the eggs in her hand, looked at Bao and Wu Lin next to her, and then thought about her cheap father Yao Sanzhu with his legs crossed on the kang in the outer room. In fact, such a family is not unacceptable.

Mrs. Bao is not as diligent and thoughtful as her eldest and second aunts, but she spends her time being competitive and giving trouble to her two sisters-in-law. She is really devoted to her two children. Love.

The cheap father, Yao Sanzhu, is a perfect match for Mr. Bao in terms of temperament. Among the brothers, this father is the most naughty. When he gets a benefit, he rushes to the front. When working, he can't find anyone when he takes a chance. He is so angry. Father Yao often wants to slap him hard in the face.

Guo'er sometimes wonders how her father and her mother set eyes on each other in the first place. They really don't belong to the same family.

When Guoer first became a Piao, she thought that she would be the cowardly uncle of the eldest family. She liked and was satisfied with the hard-working uncle and auntie, as well as the equally hard-working children they gave birth to. Personality, and she also secretly thought of several little tricks on how to organize the third bedroom.

Unexpectedly, God's plan was not as good as God's, but the person she met was the one she despised at the beginning. What else could she do?

Guo'er couldn't help but sigh: Just get along with it!

A little bit more like Ah Q, in fact, this room is not bad, and it is quite intimate behind closed doors. This long-lost intimacy makes her willing to try to accept such a family.

The wound on her forehead was almost healed, and Guo'er returned to her usual routine, cleaning the house at home, helping the adults who were cooking to pick vegetables in the backyard, and then doing some sewing and sewing work.

Her needlework was taught by Mr. He, who was the best in the family, and after several years of learning, she became pretty good at it. Occasionally, her grandma would ask her to embroider some simple patterns on a piece of fabric and save it for making shoe uppers or clothes.

Yao Guoer is no stranger to needlework, because in her previous life she went out to work after graduating from high school, and later entered a prestigious embroidery workshop in Suzhou to learn traditional clothing design. She started with the simplest sewing skills, and now she is Under the guidance of the master, I have been able to complete a simple double-sided embroidery independently.

Therefore, there was no obstacle to the sewing work arranged for her at home, and she was able to do it with ease.
Chapter completed!