Eighty Hot Wife: Marry a Rough Man and Raise Babies

Chapter 38 Life-threatening triple question, which child can stand it?
Jiang Huiyun opened her mouth, hesitated for a moment, looked at the delicate woman in front of her eyes uneasily, seemed to think of something, and closed it tightly unwillingly.

The dark sky stopped her from escaping, and she sat down on the stone sill of the courtyard gate, without saying a word, with a gloomy expression.

Afterwards, Uncle Jiang Weimin came out with an ugly expression, his brows revealed a touch of anxiety, and his eyes seemed much darker than usual.

His brows were slightly wrinkled, and a sense of decadence and anger jumped out from the depths of his eyes from time to time. His facial expression was somewhat complicated, as if there was always a knot in his heart that couldn't be solved.
"Mianmian, you're back, go in and sit down, your grandma and the others miss you."

Thinking about a shovel, thinking about the money in her purse is about the same.

"Uncle, no need, I'll take my mother back on the way, and wait here for her to get me a flashlight. It's late at night, and I have to rush back."

Jiang Mianmian had a good temper after all, and explained a few words to him with a warm smile on his face.

He nodded with a stiff face. This niece has become more and more independent since she got married, but what does this have to do with him?
A married daughter is the water that is poured out.
Turning his head to look at Huiyun, who was sitting outside the room door, who was sullen, he couldn't be bothered.

It's also the daughter of the Jiang family, standing there pretty and graceful, while my daughter's nose is bruised and her face is swollen.
Forget it, there is no comparison at all.

He sighed, as if he had aged several years.

Feeling very depressed, he took out the dry tobacco from his pocket and took a deep puff.

A thick stream of smoke spewed out from the corner of his mouth.

The smoke churned stubbornly, floating around his head, but immediately faded away, and he spit out another mouthful one after another.

Jiang Mianmian moved aside quietly.

It was quiet all around, and the heavy breathing of the three people seemed to be absent in the lively night.

Before he finished smoking, the rescue flashlight was delivered to her.

She said goodbye, got on her bicycle, and ran away in a hurry.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, I couldn't help looking back, and saw the tall man smoking a cigarette silently, with his bleak back bent, like a sapling beaten by frost in winter.

His forehead was wrinkled vaguely, and his temples became much whiter.
Probably every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite.

In the early morning, under the urging of the crowing of the rooster, the sun lazily stretches its waist, and shoots the first ray of light with a smile.

Mother Jiang came to Xu's house early in the sunshine.

"Mom, grandma is here."

The little guy pursed his mouth and woke up the beautiful mother who was sleeping soundly.

He waited for a long time last night, but his mother didn't come back. If it wasn't for the sake of the mahua she bought, he would have ignored her.

The woman on the bed laid her fragrant shoulders, lazily hugged the human-shaped alarm clock in front of her, "Don't make trouble, let mom sleep for a while."

Xiaotuanzi stopped making trouble, and lay obediently in Xiangtian's arms, and after a while, started snoring.

Xu Anjin, who was sitting outside clasping his hands in embarrassment, poured Mother Jiang a glass of water. Seeing that the two of them had remained silent, he hurried to the room.

It turned out to be good, one person and one baby slept soundly.

"Wake up! The sun is drying my ass!"

The two didn't react at all
"Brother, come back!"

"where?"

Jiang Mianmian got up on the bed, and was about to run out with the dustpan on her shoes.

Looking at the two people in a hurry, Xu Anjin held his forehead and said, "I lied to you, that aunt is here, what's wrong with you as a daughter, making your mother wait so long."

Hearing this, the corners of the woman's mouth drooped suddenly, she yawned, and slowly took out a change of clothes from the closet.

"If you lie to me again in the future, be careful and I'll beat you! Also, you are the biggest man in the Xu family, so you can't accompany the old man?"

The boy pursed his lips, and said helplessly, "I want to accompany you too, but she kept pulling me to ask how many points I got in the exam? Where was the rank in the class? Did the teacher beat you? How many awards did you get?" ? What do you want me to say?"

"Tell me the truth."

"I don't care, you hurry up and deal with your mother, I can't stand it."

"What is my mother? That's your aunt. Besides, if you don't go out, why should I change my clothes?"

Xu Anjin's face turned red all of a sudden, and he was about to run out staggeringly.

"Wait, there's another man here, take him out together."

Jiang Mianmian pointed to Choubao who was giggling on the bed.

Xiaotuanzi immediately covered his face with his hands, and said in a childish voice, "Mom, Smelly Baby can't see."

"That's not okay, boys don't look at evil!"

In an instant, the two boys were driven out of the house.

Afterwards, Mother Jiang looked at Chou Bao with a smile, the deep and shallow wrinkles on her face were filled with satisfaction, and there were two golden chrysanthemums blooming in the corners of her eyes.

"Baby, how old are you? Can you write? Do you love your father or your mother the most?"

Xiaotuanzi: "."

Listening to the suffocating three-time questioning, Xu Anjin, who was standing behind him, covered his mouth with his hands, trying to suppress his smile.

By the time Jiang Mianmian finished washing, the sun was already high after breakfast.

Seeing Jiang's mother hesitate to speak, Jiang Mianmian had no choice but to rush to the kitchen.

Red oil chili is essential for making cold noodles.

Red oil chili, the key point is the chili, the chili can’t be mushy, so before pouring the hot oil, be sure to mix the chili with cooked oil first, and wait a while for the hot oil after the spices are fried. Pour slowly into the chili noodles, stirring with chopsticks during the process.

Although it looks simple, it is a great challenge for the ginger mother who is reluctant to add oil and seasoning.

"Just one chili pepper with red oil, how about putting so many seasonings?"

"What we are doing is long-term business. Only when we sell the signboard can we have repeat customers. We need to look at the long-term interests."

It's not that Jiang's mother is ignorant of this principle, it's just that the perennial thrift forces her to use her hands and feet.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

After practicing again and again, Mother Jiang became more and more courageous.

She picked up the newly made chili peppers and carefully looked at them. The red oil is translucent, and the chili noodles inside are bright red, which smells even more amazing.

She can't wait to have a steamed bun on the table now, break it open and dip it in red oil and chili to eat!
Jiang's mother looked at the red oil chili in front of her, and swallowed her saliva in disappointment. This is not a simple bowl of red oil chili, this is a sweet pastry!
The next step is to make cold noodles.

According to the instructions, Mother Jiang steamed the ready-made fine oil surface for 2 minutes, and then put it under the electric fan to blow.

The noodles are a bit sticky, Jiang Mianmian sprinkles some cooked oil on it, spread it evenly and continue blowing until the noodles are blown through.

When the noodles are ready, the next step is to prepare the side dishes.

Cutting vegetables is a piece of cake for ginger mothers who have been cooking for decades.

The cutting board made a rattling sound, and the knife in her hand danced like a dragon and a phoenix, and the glistening and translucent cucumber shreds looked very cute under her knife.

"Grandma, it's great."

Mother Jiang's turbid eyes instantly became brighter, and her face looked like she had eaten honey.

"It has been cut for decades, and this skill is good."

(End of this chapter)