Fast time travel: He made up for his mistakes in the plane

Chapter 380 Sugar Cane No. 4

When Jiang went out, he went to the shop to take a look, and saw that the blacksmith who had been working on blacksmithing for a long time was sitting at the door basking in the sun.

The fire was out in the stove.

She suppressed her dissatisfaction and walked over with a gentle smile on her face, "I'm going to buy groceries. What do you want to eat tonight?"

Song Shi didn't even open his eyes, "Give me two taels of wine. I want the sorghum wine from Lao Litou's house on West Street. His wine is the most refreshing. Then buy a roast chicken and cut two kilograms of meat to make braised pork tonight." .”

Jiang: "." He couldn't hold back the smile on his face.

You want both wine and meat, why don't you go to heaven?

Can't you tell that I'm just asking casually and being polite?

You really ordered the food!

The fingers holding the basket turned white.

Song Shi glanced sideways at her, "Aren't you going to buy groceries? Why aren't you leaving? You can go out now just in time to catch the roast chicken from the chicken shop. You can eat it when it's hot."

Jiang hesitated and said, "I didn't do much work today and the consumption was small. Why not just roast the chicken? I'll cut some meat and cook it."

She really has to buy chickens, meat, wine, and candy cakes for her sons to eat. Isn’t this meat that is in the pit of her heart?

It feels strange again.

In the past, the blacksmith didn't have so many demands. He would cook and eat whatever he wanted. Even if he was dissatisfied, he would never speak out.

What you eat is not what you eat.

It’s okay if you can eat enough.

She saw the blacksmith looking at her with a very strange look, "You can't eat well if you don't work today. I used to work so hard every day and I didn't see any meat on the table. I earn all the money in this family." Yes, how come I want to eat chicken but I still have to wait and see if I can do any work?"

"The key point is that I don't have to eat even if I work."

"Ms. Jiang, I am not a permanent employee of your family. I can buy whatever you want. You talk so much!"

Jiang was stunned by the scolding.

The neighbor a few walls away was eating melon seeds and watching the fun. He smiled and said without taking it personally, "Blacksmith, you are wronging your wife by saying this. I went to West Street before and saw her cutting a bag of braised pork." When the pork head meat comes back, the smell is so delicious, tsk, and that day, she just came back with a basket of eggs, which all belong to the neighbors. We won’t ask you to borrow money, so why bother telling everyone."

"Aunt Li, you are wrong. I know those eggs. They are from Jiang's former mother-in-law's house. She used them for her grandson to eat. With a man like a blacksmith, do you have the nerve to compete with your children for food?"

"Didn't the Zhou family bring a piece of bacon over not long ago?"

"It's no wonder that the blacksmith has an objection. There is meat on the table and he can't take a bite. If word gets out that if he picks up a chopstick, others will accuse him of being raised by his mother-in-law. This is too ugly."

"Yes."

"In my opinion, since the Jiang family is so worried about having a few grandchildren, and they are subsidizing meat and eggs, you might as well let them take the children back. Anyway, the children haven't changed their surnames. They are the offspring of his old Zhou family. If they can afford it, you can live a good life with the blacksmith and give birth to a big fat boy next year."

"No, I'm married and still have nothing to do with my previous husband's family. If it were me, I would have been beaten out a long time ago, eating from the bowl and looking at the pot!"

Mrs. Jiang was so anxious that she almost cried.

She looked at the blacksmith with eyes wide open, wanting him to speak for her.

Seeing this, my heart dropped.

The blacksmith sat on a chair with his eyes lowered, as if he said, "It makes sense and I'm already thinking about it."

She quickly held back her tears and said with a smile, "Look what the aunts said, it's just a roast chicken. The blacksmith is my man, so I can't treat him badly. It's just that there are so many children in the family, so many calculations are needed. I'm so tired ahead." It’s been a long time since I deserved a good meal, so I’ll buy it right away.”

After saying that, he didn't bother to call the children and hurried out.

That figure seemed to be running away.

As she walked on the road, she felt filled with hatred.

She hates the neighbors for not giving her face, she hates the blacksmith for not giving her face, and she tells her family affairs to outsiders. How can she behave now that the people around her see her?

After buying the wine and roasted chicken that the blacksmith ordered, she walked to the butcher's shop, paused for a moment, and passed by. She turned around and bought a candied haws for each of her four sons before returning with a basket.

This time she came back from the front of the shop.

He also stood at the door and chatted with people for a while.

He opened a corner of the basket to show the ladies that he had not treated the blacksmith harshly.

Wine, meat.

The roasted chicken smelled an alluring aroma through the basket, which showed that it had enough ingredients.

After washing herself, she turned around and entered the house. He glared at Song Shi angrily, "I bought all the food and wine you asked for, including the pork. I looked at it and found it wasn't very good, so I didn't want it."

Song Shi hummed.

Didn't care.

When Jiang passed by him, he suddenly said, "Did you buy the wine at Lao Li's house?"

Jiang: "Yeah, I've walked a long way, and my feet hurt from walking. What are you doing?" She exclaimed.

Song Shi didn't even take his hand back and glanced at her, "What's your name? Let me take a look at my wine." He looked into the basket and suddenly became happy, "Hey, you also bought candied haws."

As he spoke, he took one out.

Bite one directly.

He narrowed his eyes and said, "It's so sour that my teeth will almost fall out. Don't buy it next time."

Jiang was so angry that he was going to die.

I bought this for you. If you dislike sourness, don’t eat it!

How dare you, an adult, compete with children for food?

Selfish!

"You are eating sour food, and the children are so cute."

She fought back neither softly nor hard.

Song Shi didn't even look at her, "If you like to eat, you can't eat too much. This thing doesn't care if you're full. It tastes good and can be eaten as a meal."

Mrs. Jiang was about to cry.

He snorted and went back to the backyard.

I could still vaguely hear the blacksmith telling people outside that she was wasting money. It would be enough for the four children to buy one rod and divide it among themselves. How big is the family's wealth?

"Mother! Mother!"

"Sugar cake!"

The four children ran out after hearing the sound, and the excitement on their faces turned into reality.

Jiang:.

He forced a smile and said, "Mom went late today, the candy cakes have been sold out, so I only came back with candied haws."

The four brothers were dissatisfied.

The fourth child, who was only three years old, immediately rolled to the ground and howled.

Jiang was exhausted both physically and mentally before he could be coaxed, but taking out the candied haws was another lawsuit.

Song Shi listened to the noise inside and didn't care at all.

He also said to others, "Don't mention it, there are several children at home, it's really lively."

Isn't it lively?

One is crying, the other is crying, and before the one is coaxed, the other is saying that his mother is partial.

All I can say is mother.

Could it be possible that he came to talk to him about being a stepfather?

To be honest, it is enough for my stepfather to be a blacksmith.

What he gave me was something even my own father couldn't give me.

As a result, they were all fed to the dogs.

"Why don't you go in and take a look? You're crying so hard." Others asked with concern.

Song Shi glanced at the other party.

At least put away the flames of gossip in your eyes to appear sincere.

Waving his hands, "If you don't go, don't go. Why are you going? What can I say if I go to deal with the matter between mother and son? In the end, mother and son have reconciled, but I am no longer a human being inside and out. Don't worry, it's okay. What can happen? It’s a matter of course, whose children don’t cry and whose mothers don’t get irritable, it’s normal.”

As an outsider, it's better not to get involved blindly.

(End of this chapter)