Contentment grows joy

Chapter 35 Wen Cuizhi and John Shen

Once Mili fell asleep, she slept until dinner time.

When Shen Ziqiang gently asked her to get up to eat, she only felt that her stomach was empty, but her head was still a little groggy.

What's going on here, why do you feel so sleepy as soon as you enter the door?

Could it be that Feng Shui is bad?
Mili was so frightened that she couldn't help but feel a little bit of a shock in her heart, and then smiled embarrassingly, she was also talking like Comrade Qian Hui, maybe she was a little tired...

Thinking of this, Millet rubbed her hungry stomach with one hand and temples with the other, and got up.

I closed my eyes, took a rest, sat quietly by the bed for a while, and gradually felt better.

After her eyes got used to it, she carefully looked at the room.

The floor tiles are newly laid, the walls are newly painted, the bed and sheets are new, and there is a faint smell of paint.

Before returning, Shen Ziqiang seemed to have said that Wen Cuizhi and Shen Ruhua had built a new house.

Probably this is it.

Mili thinks this new room is very cute.

In the room, apart from a big bed, there is a very old and worn-out small table, on which some small things are randomly piled up.

The meal is not quite ready yet.

Millet walked around in the small yard.

This is a small flat courtyard, squeezed in the middle of a group of small buildings with three or four floors, it seems a bit aggrieved.

The yard is neat and well swept.

One corner is the gate, which is a large green iron sheet, which is somewhat deformed, and it will make a "creaking" sound when it is opened and closed; the corner opposite the gate is a small brick toilet, not so much a toilet, but a The two pits, however, were separated, as if men and women were separated; an electric motorcycle and a tricycle were placed in one corner; a pomegranate tree was planted in the other corner, with many flower buds hanging from it, and it was about to bloom.

There are very few rooms, including the kitchen and the living room, there are six in total. The new house in Mioli is the largest. It should be the place where Wen Cuizhi and John Shen used to live, and now it has been vacated.

They moved into a small house.

There are also two piles of farm tools and other sundries.

The room was almost occupied by a small bed that was set up casually and a closet that was falling apart, making it look very crowded.

Seeing all this, Miu Li was a little moved.

What a simple family this is!

……

The small courtyard of Shen Ziqiang's house, no, to be precise, it is the small courtyard of Millet's house.

Shen Ziqiang said to Miu Li more than once, from now on, what's mine is yours, and what's yours is still yours.

Millet always poked his head, saying he was glib.

But he defended himself very seriously, saying that it was sincere, not glib.

Mili simply accepted everything he owned, including his courtyard.

The small courtyard is a bit shabby compared to the rich families around it.

However, Miu Li felt that she had returned to her innocent childhood in a trance.

It's rare, she loves it!

"Honey, let's eat." Shen Ziqiang took care of Miu Li who came to an unfamiliar environment more considerately.

"I've been hungry for a long time." Millet whispered in Shen Ziqiang's ear.

She is ready to taste their home dishes and have a full meal.

But seeing the dishes on the table, Millet was dumbfounded.

Four bowls of porridge, to be exact, rice soup mixed with a few grains of rice.

A small basket of steamed buns.

A cold white fungus.

A piece of fungus meat.In fact, it can't be called fungus meat slices. The meat has no color and is dry. It feels like putting the meat and fungus in a pan and frying them casually, without any trace of cooking.

This……

Millet held the chopsticks, feeling helpless.

In her imagination, this new daughter-in-law came back for the first time, and the family should attach great importance to it. There must be at least five or six decent meat and vegetable dishes.

But this dish, no matter how you look at it, doesn't look like the dish for entertaining her son's precious daughter-in-law.

Could it be that my mother-in-law is dissatisfied with me?
Or, the mother-in-law is not as easy to get along with as Shen Ziqiang said?

A trace of loss inadvertently flashed across Millet's brow.

"Honey, aren't you hungry? Come on, eat quickly." Shen Ziqiang took a big snow-white steamed bun and stuffed it into Millet's hand.

"Oh, I, I can't finish it, it's a bit big." Mioli smiled at them awkwardly, broke off half of it and gave it to Shen Ziqiang.

"Eat, let's eat." Shen Yuehan, who also had a big mouth, grinned, revealing the unswallowed steamed buns.

Unlike Shen Ziqiang, Shen Yuehan is a skinny old man who is almost 70 years old. Because of his thinness, the creases on his face are layered up, and when he smiles, he squeezes into a pile.

In this way, the mouth looks bigger, and the whole face is just a big mouth.

John Shen looks...

Miu Li was afraid that she would feel unwell if she watched it any longer, so she quickly looked away and landed on Wen Cuizhi.

Wen Cuizhi has a broad face, a flat nose bridge, single eyelids, small eyes, and a circle of frizzy curly hair sticking around his forehead.

Shen Ziqiang once told Lili very proudly that he thought his mother was very good-looking and beautiful.

After meeting, Millet understands a truth, not only beauty is in the eyes of a lover, but beauty can also be seen in the eyes of a filial son, and that beauty is his mother.

Wen Cuizhi's eyes are unusually small, when she looked at Miu Li, Miu Li only saw a few pupils, and the rest were covered by her eyelids.

From entering the house until now, Miu Li has not seen Wen Cuizhi smile.

From Wen Cuizhi, Mi Li didn't feel the joy of her mother-in-law who was eagerly looking forward to her daughter-in-law at all.

Shen Ziqiang told her that Wen Cuizhi was very satisfied with her.

She didn't feel that Wen Cuizhi was very satisfied with her at all.

Mili began to doubt her own charm.

She also had doubts about Shen Ziqiang's words.

"Let's eat." Wen Cuizhi, who had been drinking porridge with his head down, suddenly raised his head and greeted Mioli, his voice still not showing any joy or anger.

"Xiaoqiang, order some food for Li'er." Wen Cuizhi turned to Shen Ziqiang and said.

Wen Cuizhi's "Li'er" ignited a bit of warmth in Miu Li's gradually cooling heart.

Only those closest to her would call her "Li'er".

"Oh, by the way, I made dumplings this afternoon. I saw you fell asleep, so I didn't wake you up. I'll cook them for you now." Wen Cuizhi seemed to remember something, put down the bowls and chopsticks, and immediately walked to the kitchen .

"Hey, that's right, there are still dumplings left in the afternoon, huh - can you even forget this? Hurry up, cook for Lier and bring it here." Shen Yuehan also thought of the dumplings in the afternoon, first he smiled After complaining for a while, she urged Wen Cuizhi again.

"Oh, before we came back, my parents rolled out the skins and made the stuffing. As soon as we got home, they started making dumplings. Who knew you slept so deeply. I called you several times and you didn't wake up. Mom let I'll stop barking, and tell you to sleep well, and save the dumplings for you at night."

Shen Ziqiang sipped the porridge in a "hoo hoo hoo" while leaning in front of Millet and talking to her.

"Really?" Millet smiled nonchalantly.

"Wow, in our place, before, it was a great thing to eat dumplings. You can only eat them during the Chinese New Year?"

"Of course, now that the conditions are better, I can eat whenever I want, but my parents are relatively frugal, and I don't usually eat them very often. I only make dumplings when important guests come..." Shen Ziqiang clacked talking.

"Really?" Milia's indifference turned into flattery.

It's not that they are dissatisfied with her, it's just that she didn't notice it.

The thrifty Wen Cuizhi and Shen Yuehan didn't know how to talk politely, but they low-keyly welcomed their precious daughter-in-law with their highest treatment - dumplings.

Millet laughed secretly in her heart that she was overthinking.

What does it matter whether Wen Cuizhi smiles or not?

This is called not expressing emotions and anger, this is a kind of self-cultivation!
Isn't it the same when Shen Ziqiang was with him in the first place?
He never uttered slick, coaxing airs.

Didn't she just think he was so reliable?

It should be the same for Wen Cuizhi and Shen Yuehan.

Millet's somewhat dark heart suddenly became brighter.

After a while, Wen Cuizhi brought a big bowl of steaming dumplings.

"Come on, Li'er, eat it while it's hot, giggling, I'm not very good at making delicious food, see if it's suitable." Wen Cuizhi smiled.

In the smile, there is more shyness than enthusiasm.

This is not like a daughter-in-law meeting her parents-in-law, but rather like a father-in-law meeting her daughter-in-law.

Millet became more firm in her views on the family, and when she shook off her burden, she was naturally happy.

In addition, she was already extremely hungry, so Millet took the dumplings, ate them all up and down.

"Mom, it's delicious!" Millet held an empty bowl and smiled at Wen Cuizhi.

"Hey, as long as it's delicious, as long as it's delicious." Wen Cuizhi smiled slightly as if relieved from a heavy burden. This time, there was more enthusiasm than shyness in the smile.

"Okay, okay, as long as you like to eat, let your mother continue to make dumplings for you tomorrow." Shen Yuehan smiled from ear to ear, and his grinning mouth was still full of steamed buns.

"Middle!" Shen Ziqiang's native accent from the bottom of his heart brought the four of them together in one place.

Millet was surrounded by Wen Cuizhi and Shen Yuehan's thick, slightly obscure dialect.

Novelty, moving.

Xiaoping Courtyard is full of long-lost joy.

(End of this chapter)