Crossing the road to riches

Chapter 32
Wen Hao was a little bit unbearable by the stench of milk. Seeing Fufu's crying, she stopped immediately and said, "Don't bite your lips from now on."

Fufu's heart was pounding like a deer, and he buried his face in Wenhao's embrace embarrassingly, nodded, and his tone was slightly pleading: "Wife owner, can you not sell Fufu in the future, Fufu will work hard to make small cakes to make money. The rain will also run into the house."

Wen Hao rubbed the back of the man's head in his arms, and rubbed his face again. The relationship between the two seemed to be a step closer: "Why does Fufu feel that he will be sold?".

Fufu's eyes were dull, and he carefully grabbed the corner of Wen Hao's clothes: "Fufu knows that he is ugly, and his body is weak, so he can't do a good job. I am loved by my wife, but I will definitely take the initiative to do my duty in the future, and I will serve my wife well to please her."Wen Hao was moved by this speech, it was the longest sentence that Fufu had said to himself for so long.

With tenderness in his eyes, he told what he saw in his own eyes: "But I think Fufu is very beautiful and I am very happy. Although my little husband is not healthy, dull, ignorant and tasteless, but my Husband also has a shining point that no one can replace. My husband can make small cakes round and soft for the first time. rejoice and be proud."

When Fufu heard this, his face was full of disbelief. It turned out that he was like this in the eyes of his wife.

It seems that he has found his own value, and the haze dissipated all of a sudden: "From then on, Fufu will work harder to become the joy and pride of the wife-lord."

It's just that I haven't been happy for a long time, but I thought that today the wife-master had a fight with his father-in-law because of himself, and he felt guilty: "wife-master~ But I'm still sorry for making you and daddy quarrel."

Wen Hao shook his head and held Fufu's hand tightly: "This matter has nothing to do with you, it's not your fault, and I won't let you be wronged at home all the time, do you believe me?".

He naturally believes without any reason: "believe".

Wen Hao's eyes turned into crescent moons: "At that time, I will buy this yard for my father, mother and second brother to live in, and we will settle down by ourselves. The land may not be very big, but you will be in charge of everything in the house."

This is beyond the scope of Fufu's fantasy. He has never even dared to think about such a thing. Can he really be the master of a yard one day?

Can he really cook as many yams as he wants, and put as many firewoods as he wants?

Wen Hao continued to promise the future: "In the future, we will have a big, big family. At that time, there will be servants. My Fufu will take care of me, and they will take care of my little husband. They can eat There are a lot of delicious food, Fufu is very powerful, he commands a big family, and keeps the house in order."

This is something that I dare not even dream about. How is this kind of thing possible? .

But now this appearance has made him very satisfied, the wife owner means that he will not sell himself.

Wen Hao found that no one really listened to Fufu's desertion, so he slammed Fufu's face viciously, with a fierce look on his face: "Then do you know what you should do most now?".

Fufu shook his head with an innocent and confused expression. "The most important thing you should do now is to clean your mouth. My mouth is killing me."

Fufu, who had a serious face at first, turned into a cooked prawn again in embarrassment. He no longer had the face to stay in this gentle embrace. He didn't remember the pain in his knees. One glance, almost tripping over the threshold.But Wen was not ashamed, and shouted loudly into the yard: "Clean up, clean up, I have a cleanliness".

Wen Chun, the cat who was cleaning up, was taken aback when he heard the words, and immediately realized that he cooked two more prawns.Jinmei is also one of them.

Fugui and Mrs. Zhao were in the room.Mrs. Zhao also cried badly, but she was humiliated by her daughter, so she didn't dare to cry loudly, so she could only lie on her wife's shoulder and cry in her ear about her grievances. "Wife master, why do you think I raised such a daughter? I didn't do this for her. The eldest daughter left again, and there is only one Miao Miao in the family. I love her so much. I think about being a father every day." If you do more work, she will be more relaxed, but she said that to me just now, and even broke up with us because of that person, what do you think is this?"

Wen Fugui didn't say a word, it's because Mrs. Zhao went too far, but she is a father after all.

He just patted Zhao Shi on the back and let himself cry to vent.The sound insulation is not good, how could she not hear her father crying, and sighed, it was because her tone was a bit harsh just now, and she didn't control herself well.

Knock on the door and go to parents' room.Kneeling down and putting his hands on Zhao's knees, he sincerely apologized: "Father, I'm sorry, can you stop crying, it's useless, I didn't let the whole family eat milk and eggs, and I won't give blessings to Fufu at home in the future. Let's start a small stove, let's all eat together."

At first, she turned her head to ignore Wen Hao's family, and immediately stopped crying, turned around and picked up the aura of being a father: "What's the matter, they are all for sale, and this family is not like this, you Prodigal stuff".

Wen Fugui also echoed: "Prodigal stuff!".Unexpectedly, the wife-owner would support him, and Zhao's momentum became stronger: "Prodigal stuff!".

Recently, Wen Fugui has been looking at Mrs. Zhao more and more happily, as if he has returned to the past. Seeing Mrs. Zhao busy and running Haoer's business in an orderly manner, this capable look fascinates people.

Of course, she would never tell Mrs. Zhao about this kind of thing. Mrs. Zhao didn't knock on the upper house for three days.

If you say it, you won't be able to go to heaven.Wen Hao nodded and admitted unceremoniously: "Yes, yes! Dad is right, I am a prodigal, and I will make such a decision from now on. Our family has to eat and drink well every day. Although we can't afford rice, it is considered as the staple food. It’s sweet potatoes and yams, so milk and eggs are indispensable.”

Mrs. Zhao said that it would be better to change to rice, but he had listened to what Haoer said before, and he couldn't always stick to this point at home, he had to be active, he gritted his teeth and he was not a A stubborn and stingy person, let alone the little girl who is in charge of the house, the head of the house has said so, what is his opinion: "Eat as soon as you eat, and you will eat every meal in the future."

Wen Hao naturally knew that the milk and eggs could afford to eat rice, but its nutritional content is different, so it cannot be replaced.With a playful smile, Wen Hao took his father's wrist to the warehouse, and showed him the fabric and shoes he brought back today.

To be honest, Mrs. Zhao was a little embarrassed to be pulled by the wrist at such a young age, even if it was her own daughter.Warmly shaking Zhao's hand coquettishly: "Look, Dad, I bought a pair of shoes for each of our family, and I also need to make fabrics for new clothes. Fufu is clumsy and can't do it, so I'll trouble Dad and Second brother."

Seeing Wen Hao trying so hard to please her, Mrs. Zhao lost half of her anger. After her anger disappeared, she began to reflect on her mistakes. If the family is still well-off, it’s nothing for Fufu to eat some milk and eggs, but the house at home is not good enough. The field was sold and there was one less labor force to work. The burden of the family fell on the little girl. He was anxious, but in fact he was poor.

But even if he is wrong, he is still an elder. There is no reason for an elder to apologize to a son-in-law by licking his face, just now he has been so humiliated.I just said awkwardly: "Later, I will make the soles of the shoes firmer, and then I will ask my sister to cut cloth and make clothes, and let Fufu also come to learn. Even if you have no objection, others know that a man's sewing Can't live, can't be laughed at to death.

Wen Hao nodded: "Then don't force Fufu, don't teach him, he is timid."Mrs. Zhao rolled her eyes angrily: "It's not that I didn't feel loved when I was young."

(End of this chapter)