Ever since Xuyang was diagnosed as a childless child, the entire Ye family has been on edge. The old men are busy making money, and the women in the family are not idle either. Lao Qian's wife is really picking it up.
Beans all year round.
Naturally, the eldest wife also picked beans, although most of them were made by Ye Feifeng.
Not to mention the two wives, from the beginning to the end of the year, they never have a day of leisure.
Just to make money, it's okay to be busy, but the depressive atmosphere at home is really breathless.
Knowing that her father was in a bad mood and acting like the King of Hell all day long, Ye Guihua was worried about it every day, not daring to laugh or scream. She originally planned to trick He Xin'er into showing off, but was afraid of causing trouble.
The movement irritated her father, so he had to give up.
It’s hard to celebrate the New Year. The second room is decorated with couplets and lanterns. Ye Guihua is really happy in her heart and just looks forward to having fun.
I don’t want to hear her mother yelling and cursing anymore. After listening to her for half a year, my ears are almost calluses.
Besides, tomorrow is the first year of junior high school, and she has to go skating with the big girl~
As for the second girl, forget it, that dead girl is getting more and more dewy, and she doesn't want to be the green leaves that set off the red flowers.
Mr. Qian, who was always angry, never expected that his daughter would say these words. She usually scolded her boss, but her daughter was very happy to do so.
But after thinking about it carefully, I realized that my daughter was right. Forget it, for the sake of celebrating the New Year, I’ll let that bitch go for once.
After a second thought, he added, "Why does that bitch just eat ready-made food? Go call her to work. At most, I won't scold anyone."
However, Ye Guihua disliked the cold outside, and Wang, who was rolling out dough, had to put down the rolling pin in her hand and go to the east wing to call for someone.
Before anyone could leave the main room, Old Qian's voice came from inside again, "The big girl also called."
"Hey, I got it."
At this time, Xiao Qian was glaring at her youngest son angrily, cursing in a low voice, "It's all your fault, you debt collector, for making me so embarrassed that I don't even dare to go to bed during the Chinese New Year..."
Ye Feifeng, who was wearing a thin coat and cleaning with a broom, looked at her mother with some dissatisfaction.
Her mother is selfish and careless. Why is her brother sick?
It’s not all her fault!
In the past six months, he has watched his father work like a spinning top because of his brother's illness. He didn't even have time to take a breath, but he still spared half an hour and insisted on teaching his brother how to speak, even if he didn't.
Look, don't listen, don't respond, and her father never scolds anyone.
Her father is really a wonderful father, but her mother is just...
For a long time, Ye Feifeng had resented her father for beating her, and was against Ye Laijin in her heart. However, after what happened to Xiao Xuyang, Ye Feifeng was finally moved by Ye Laijin's fatherly love and truly admired her father.
In addition, Xiao Qian was careless and left all the work in the big house to his daughter, which had long annoyed Ye Feifeng.
Unconsciously, her heart felt like it was drawing closer to her father, giving rise to many close thoughts.
"The dead godly woman tortures me every day..."
Xiao Qian was still cursing, but Wang, who was about to reach the door, stopped suddenly, took a few steps back helplessly, and shouted, "Sister-in-law, my mother asked you and the eldest girl to help make dumplings."
Xiao Qian in the room was surprised at first, then happily, she responded at the top of her lungs, and turned to urge Ye Feifeng to "clean up this place quickly..."
In the evening, He Xin'er and Ye Xusheng started the New Year's Eve dinner as usual. All the large and small stoves were used, cooked, steamed, and steamed. The whole kitchen was steaming like smoke and steam rising up.
The two of them were only wearing thin short jackets, but they were so hot that they were sweating. "Cousin, help me wipe my forehead." This chapter has been completed!