Reborn In the 1990s

Since he married another, his brother-in-law and his father-in-law have never been on the door again, so the sudden arrival of Hu Guoqing makes Fang Decai feel very helpless.

"I haven't had lunch yet. Why don't you stay and have some. It's hard to walk all the way. I'm tired Fang opened the door and welcomed Hu Guoqing to his home.

Although Hu Guoqing is determined to have a meal at Fang Ruixue's house, he, who loves his niece, has just stood up and can't let it fall so easily.

"Meals are small things. I come here mainly because of snow. The child was sick and had a fever. I had a lot of things there. My parents were old and worried about not taking good care of them, so they sent them back. I think it's better to live comfortably in my own home and get sick faster. " To Fang Decai, Hu Guoqing is still kind-hearted. After all, he is his brother-in-law. He is different from outsiders.

After listening to Hu Guoqing's words, Fang Decai noticed that Fang Ruixue had a bad face and a sickly appearance. Moreover, it was summer. If she stayed outside for more than two minutes, she would be sweating. Fang Ruixue even wore a suit of long clothes and trousers.

However, it can be seen from this that Fang Decai is not interested in Ruixue's daughter.

"It's hot. Come in and sit down for a while! A watermelon seller came to the village the day before yesterday. I bought two of them and haven't killed them yet. Just take them out for you to eat. " Fang ducai led them into the door, and then turned to the well in the yard to pick up watermelon.

He had just washed the watermelon and put it in the well. He was ready to kill and eat it for a while. Unexpectedly, he came to the house and took it out to treat the guests.

"And my brother?" Fang Ruixue looks at the big green watermelon with green flower skin and asks.

"You are young His brother-in-law came in the morning and said it was the old man in the family who wanted his grandson, so he took him over to live for two days Fang Decai put the watermelon on the table, and the cool well water on the melon skin soaked the table top.

"Brother, please sit down for a while. I'll get the knife." Fang de Cai rubbed his wet hands on his trousers at will, and then went to the kitchen with a dry smile.

He also had to go to see if there was any food at home and what he would do to entertain the guests at noon.

It's much cooler in the house than outside, but Fang Ruixue felt cold since she came in, probably because she was still burning. Even though she was wearing long sleeve trousers, she was still cold enough to get goose bumps.

Hu Guoqing saw that her spirit was getting worse and worse, so he asked her to go to bed to rest. Fang Ruixue was not polite at the moment. If she continued to sit here, she would feel a trace of coldness through her bones.

Fang Ruixue's house was built after he was born. In the past, they lived in an earthen house. Before she went to school, she followed her mother and watched her cook for the workers who built the house. Occasionally, she got a piece of burnt rice from her mother's hand, enough for her to chew for an afternoon.

When the house was built, her mother died after the family hadn't lived in it for a few years. A few years later, a new hostess came into the house.

In the middle of the big tile house with red brick and white walls, there is a spacious and bright main room with one bedroom on each side. There is a small door behind the main room. Behind the door is a courtyard. There is a well and a pomegranate tree in the courtyard. Now pomegranate fruits are still on the branches.

On one side of the courtyard is the kitchen and kitchen, on the other side is the toilet, pigsty and chicken pen. The cow pen is in the middle, which is the most important property of rural families.

Fang Ruixue's room is the one on the right. Now her brother is still small, so she can have a room by herself. When her brother is big, it will be more than her room.

Maybe it's because I haven't slept for many days, and it's just been raining heavily. The mattress and quilt on the bed are still damp.

But Fang Ruixue was so tired that she didn't care whether it was damp or not. She took off her shoes and went to bed directly. She covered her quilt and fell asleep. She had a deep sleep. When she was woken up by people, she thought it was dark. When she came to her senses, she found that it was her own darkness, not darkness.

It was still bright. In fact, she had only been sleeping for less than an hour. Lunch was ready. Ji Yongzhen called her to get up for dinner.

"Why did you fall asleep as soon as you came back? Are there any guests at home? What it looks like Ji Yongzhen while calling her to get up and scold her, Fang Ruixue has just been woken up, the brain is still wooden, simply lazy to pay attention to her.

"Get up and eat! We're all waiting! The food is going to be cold. " Ji Yongzhen muttered as she went out. Fang Ruixue sat on the bed and put her hands on her forehead.

The temperature still did not drop, she felt that she could breathe fire from her nose.

In order to entertain Hu Guoqing, Fang Decai killed a chicken, Ji Yongzhen came back a little late, the chicken has been fangdecai bloodletting hair.

Just because of this chicken, Ji Yongzhen had a bad face to Fang Decai. He didn't have a good face for several days.

But in the dining table, in front of Hu Guoqing's face, she still want to make a good wife and good mother.

Fang Ruixue came out of the room slowly for a long time. Fang Decai and Hu Guoqing had already drunk wine.

In fact, Fang Ruixue has no appetite at all, but as Ji Yongzhen said, if there are guests at home, even if they are suffering from death, she has to come out to eat with the guests at the same table.After all, all the pain, pain and contradictions should be known, especially to those outside Fang Decai and Ji Yongzhen.

"Xiaoxue, you need to supplement nutrition when you are sick. Here, this chicken leg is for you. Remember to drink more chicken soup later!" As soon as Fang Ruixue sat down, Ji Yongzhen took a drumstick for her with great enthusiasm.

Fang Ruixue looked at the chicken leg. In the past, such a good thing had nothing to do with her, let alone let Ji Yongzhen clip it to her. It was only once that her brother was not at home, and in front of Hu Guoqing, Ji Yongzhen was cheap to her once.

But Fang Ruixue stares at the chicken leg and has no desire to eat.

The color of the chicken is white and the skin is close to each other. When you look at the stew, there is no other seasoning. Moreover, the stewing time is not enough. The skin and meat are not separated and the meat quality is not loose enough.

Ji Yongzhen's cooking skills are not so good, either boiled or stewed. It may be good for people who like a light mouth, but for Fang Ruixue, who is burning with no taste in his mouth and has a strong taste, Ji Yongzhen has a chicken leg and closes a dish of pickled vegetables from Li Lanfang, who she ate in the hospital.

"Dad, I can't eat it. I'll leave the drumsticks to my younger brother." Fang Ruixue listlessly sat on the chair, the whole weak as if the head would not be able to stand up.

"It's hard? what do you want to eat? Dad will buy it for you this afternoon In the face of Hu Guoqing, Fang Decai seldom became a good father who loved his daughter for a while.

Fang Ruixue shook his head: "no, I don't spend my father's money, save it for my brother to buy sugar." With that, Fang Ruixue also lowered her head, looking very sensible.