Mrs. Tong shuddered, her thin and slightly hunched body looked like a swaying residual leaf, and there was an inexplicable bitterness lingering in Mu Siyu's heart.
She looked back, her cloudy eyes full of disbelief, and after a long while she said with difficulty: "Big girl."
Mu Siyu walked over: "Come in and sit down!"
"No, I just came to see you and then left. Your grandma is still looking for me." Ms. Tong felt uncomfortable and felt very restrained.
Although everyone in the Lu family is also dressed in coarse linen, they are all clean and tidy. Lu Zhiyun also wears a cute bun, like a little fairy child under the Guanyin Seat. The Tong family is slovenly, not only is there mud on her body, but her hair is also messy
Like a chicken coop. I really don't see anything feminine in this person, more like a donkey that has been overworked.
Mu Siyu held Tong's rough palm.
Tong shrank and saw Mu Siyu looking over, nervously explaining: "My hands are dirty, don't get them dirty on you."
Mu Siyu said calmly: "It's okay. Let's go! Go in and sit for a while."
"But..." Tong still didn't dare to go in.
Except for coming in on the day they got married, she has only watched from a distance outside in these years and has never come in here. Her mother-in-law and sister-in-law come here often, but every time they come here they come to move things.
In the eyes of the son-in-law, the people of the Mu family should be like blood-sucking maggots, right?
Mu Siyu pulled Tong towards the room.
It was rare that Lu Xuan didn't say anything unpleasant. Lu Shaoyu glanced at Tong and turned a blind eye, as if she didn't exist.
Lu Yi came out with a bowl of noodles and put it in front of Tong: "It's just been made. Try it!"
Mrs. Tong waved her hands quickly: "No, I'm not hungry. I just came to take a look. It's time to leave now."
That's noodles. I've been working as a cook for the Mu family for many years. Let alone noodles, rotten sweet potatoes are good to eat, and you can't eat more. You can only eat half a sweet potato as big as a palm. She has to divide it into pieces every time.
Give yourself a man. After all, there are only so many sweet potatoes, how can one man eat enough?
"Eat what he tells you to eat!" Mu Siyu said, "Don't you mean you're in a hurry? If you keep stalling, don't come to me if you get scolded when you go back."
Tong's eyes were red: "You guys can eat! I'm not hungry, really. I'm leaving first."
"Why are you so nagging?" Mu Siyu was impatient. "Eat as long as you are told. If you don't eat, don't come here again."
Mrs. Tong looked at Mu Siyu aggrievedly: "Mom misses you. If you don't want to see me, she won't come in from now on. She will only look at you from a distance outside. Don't be angry."
Mu Siyu had a headache.
I had known for a long time that the original owner had a bun girl, but I never expected that bun would become like this. Poor people must have something hateful about them. The hateful thing about Tong is that she is too cowardly, even in front of her own daughter, she looks like she is being bullied.
"If you want me not to be angry, just eat it! It's specially served for you. Even if you don't eat it, we're still feeding the chickens." Mu Siyu said coldly.
Lu Zhiyun came over and hid behind Mu Siyu and looked at Tong curiously.
Tong didn't pay attention just now, but now she realized that the atmosphere in the Lu family was different. Although she had not come in before, she knew the situation of the Lu family very well. For example, people in the Lu family didn't like her daughter. But today this little
The girl is actually very close to the big girl.
Lu Yi brought out several bowls of noodles one after another.
Lu Shaoyu and Lu Xuan helped bring it out and put the dishes and chopsticks in place.
"We all have it, let's eat!" Lu Yi told everyone to sit down.
Everyone sat in their respective seats. Lu Zhiyun sat next to Lu Yi. Mu Siyu sat next to Tong. Lu Xuan and Lu Shaoyu sat together.
Mrs. Tong saw that everyone in the Lu family ate noodles, and judging from the portions, Mu Siyu had the most. The noodles were fragrant, and the tender green green onion leaves exuded a delicate fragrance, and the smell of meat residue was exuded along with the green onion leaves.
She said nothing more, picked up the noodles tremblingly, and ate them one by one with red eyes.
Everyone in the Lu family didn't talk while eating. Mrs. Tong was trembling and didn't know what to say. A bowl of noodles wouldn't last long, but for Ms. Tong, time passed so slowly, as if it was frozen here.
She had never tasted such delicious food in her life. As she tasted the delicious food, she was reluctant to eat it.
"If it's not enough, I'll cook it for you again." Mu Siyu looked at Tong.
Tong shook her head: "That's enough, that's enough."
"That doesn't taste good? Why don't you eat it?" Mu Siyu looked at the untouched bowl.
"It's delicious, it's so delicious." Mrs. Tong quickly picked up a chopstick-sized portion and stuffed it into her mouth.
The rest of the Lu family ate faster than usual, finishing the noodles and all the soup in a short time. They got off the table, leaving Tong, Mu Siyu and her daughter behind.
There were only two of them left in the room. Tong swallowed the noodles in her mouth and looked at Mu Siyu nervously: "Big girl, your grandma has been very angry recently. She scolds you at home all day long."
"Just scold me! I can't hear you anyway." Mu Siyu didn't take it seriously.
"As long as you don't get angry." Tong said, "Your grandma is old, so don't argue with her."
"What about you?" Mu Siyu looked at her. "You have never argued with her in your life. She is getting more and more excessive. Do you plan to endure it forever?"
"I am her daughter-in-law. A daughter-in-law obeys her mother-in-law as a matter of course. Leave me alone," Ms. Tong said bitterly.
"Can you bear it? Where is my little brother? She is also her grandson. The uncle's cousin can go to school, but the younger brother cannot. She is also her granddaughter. Mu Sijiao is a treasure and I am a grass. Although the palms and backs of my hands are always fleshy.
There are few, but it is not so partial. If you don't plan for yourself, you don't plan for your children?" Mu Siyu said: "How old is my little brother? He does more work than the adult men in the village. You are not afraid of him.
Something happened?"
Tong's face turned pale.
The fragrant noodles are no longer fragrant at this moment.
She had endured twenty years and had long been accustomed to this kind of life. But her children were her weak point. Thinking of her suffering son, her fragile heart suddenly became hardened for a moment.
"What can I do?"
"Separate the families!"
"However, there are rules in our village. Elderly people cannot separate families. It would be unfilial to do so."
"You are being filial now, do they treat you as a human being? There is endless work to do every day, and you have the least food. The big house can take it easy, and all the work has been done by you. The big house still has
A son who studies. You think about it yourself! This kind of thing also needs to be figured out by yourself. If you come to me today, my married daughter can’t help you except cook you a meal. The way is
You have to come out on your own."
"Let me think about it." Mrs. Tong lowered her eyes. "I'm going back. Seeing that you are doing well, mother will feel relieved."
"Finish the noodles." Mu Siyu knew that she was uncomfortable, so she stood up and walked to the kitchen.
The sound of eating noodles came from behind. Compared to the shyness just now, she felt much more at ease when she was not around. She ate most of the bowl of noodles in a few minutes.
Gulu gulu! The noodle soup is also finished.
Mu Siyu came out and gave her a piece of bread: "Take it back to your father and brother. Don't let them know."
"What is this?" Mrs. Tong said as she opened it, and quickly postponed it when she saw the meat inside. "No, it's not easy for you! I can't have it."
"Keep it! I know you didn't listen to what I just said. Come back to me when you figure it out! I will help you if I can." After all, I have taken over the original owner's body, so I have to help her take care of it.
Relatives.
The original owner is not a good person, but she cannot be a person without conscience.
