Ninety lucky little sweet wife

Zhu Yan is not very good at dealing with children. Now that she sees the smiles on the faces of the two children, she knows that her kindergarten-style self-introduction has been unanimously approved by the two children.

"Auntie!"

"Auntie!"

Sure enough, the two childish voices resounded throughout the room with unconcealable joy.

"Hey!" Zhu Yan responded crisply.

"What did you learn at school today? Did you understand everything the teacher said? If you don't know anything, you can come and ask A Niang."

After speaking, Zhu Yan felt a little regretful.

Isn't Qin Huai a teacher, why is it her turn to help the children with their homework?
What's more, children in this era complete their homework by themselves, and they don't need the help of their parents at all.

The two children were stunned for a while, seeing Qin Huai winking at them, they all understood, took off their schoolbags, took out their textbooks, and moved over to them.

"Aniang, I haven't solved this formula for a long time. Please explain it to me."

"Aniang, the teacher said that I made a mistake in writing the stroke of '摇' in '摇头摇感'. Please help me to see, is it written like this?"

"Auntie..."

"Auntie..."

After answering the children's questions one by one, it was already dark outside, so Qin Huai lit the kerosene lamp in the room, brought a school desk with four corners and went into the back room.

Immediately afterwards, Mrs. Qin brought the dinner to the table.

In order to take care of the sick Zhu Yan, they moved the table into the back room.

Usually, they ate in front of the stove in the kitchen, where it was warm.

It's already the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the end of the year is less than a month away. The food stored in the family is potatoes, except for potatoes.

Dinner is a few potatoes boiled by Mrs. Qin, and a bowl of wild vegetable soup without oil.

The two children took it for granted and ate with gusto.

But Zhu Yan can't do it.

Where did she eat these.

Just took a bite of a potato and it was full of starch and tasteless.

For a while, she couldn't choke or vomit.

She had no choice but to take a sip of the wild vegetable soup, trying to get the potatoes down, but she almost didn't spit out the earthy smell in the bowl.

Zhu Yan felt her nose sore, she took a sharp breath, restrained her emotions, and held back her tears.

She really missed the days when she was in the back kitchen. She hadn't tasted abalone sea cucumber or bird's nest sashimi.

Even potatoes, under the careful cooking of chefs, can also make tricks.

Who would have thought that one day, she would eat potatoes with no salty taste in a bowl of earthy wild vegetable soup.

In the end, Zhu Yan gnawed the potato in her hand.

Because she knew that if she didn't eat, she would starve to death.

After dinner, the two children packed up their school supplies, followed Mrs. Qin, and went to sleep in another room.

Before Zhu Yan came, the boy slept with Qin Huai, and the girl slept with Mrs. Qin.

Now that she has Zhu Yan, Mrs. Qin will naturally take the two children by her side. She has to make room for the young couple. Maybe next year she will have a grandson in her arms.

Qin Huai and Zhu Yan were left in the room.

Qin Huai coughed dryly twice, and sat down beside the bed, "Ayan, are you not used to our food?"

During dinner, Qin Huai kept secretly watching Zhu Yan, every expression on her face was captured by him, and he hated it in his heart.

What he hated was himself, why was he so useless, he couldn't even let her eat a decent meal.

Wang Xiaodong's bully is certainly hateful, but his family is rich and powerful, and he can eat rice every meal.

How can it be like him.

Whether letting her leave Wang Xiaodong saved her or harmed her, he couldn't help but start to reflect on himself.

"It's okay, Ah Huai. We will have a better life in the future. When I can go to the fields tomorrow, I will make money. I will let Auntie and the children eat rice and meat."

As the saying goes, reciprocate, they saved her, so she should do what she can.

Qin Huai lightly held Zhu Yan's hand, sweat dripped from his warm palm, he quickly withdrew his hand, blushed and stood up from the bed.

"Thank you, Ayan." After saying that, he squatted down, took a patched green military overcoat from the haystack under the bed, and put it on the innermost side of the bamboo bed.

After turning off the light, Qin Huai went on the bed lightly, worried that he would bump into Zhu Yan's wound, he squeezed himself into a corner, covered his body with the military overcoat, and put the woolen overcoat he wore during the day under his head.

The thatched cottage at night was a bit chillier than during the day, and the northwest wind blew in wantonly through the wall, making Zhu Yan's forehead ache.

The quilt at home was occupied by her, if Qin Huai was allowed to sleep in this thin military overcoat for one night, he would definitely catch a cold the next day.He is the pillar of the family and must not fall down.

"Ah Huai, I'm cold, can you come over and warm me up?"

The girl's voice was Susu's, carrying an inexplicable temptation in this silent night.

Qin Huai felt his heart being torn off, and missed a beat. After a moment of daze, he got up and approached Zhu Yan's pillow.

He carefully lifted the quilt, and tentatively put his feet in. In an instant, his whole body became ill.

It was cold in the bed.

No wonder she said cold.

Guilt flooded my mind again.

He took the military coat and covered her body, and then slowly got into the bed with his whole body.

The man's body is like a kang, in this cold winter night, people can't help but want to get close.

Subconsciously, the girl's soft body moved and rubbed against his arms.

It's really warm, even warmer than the baby warmers she used before.

Hearing the man's chaotic heartbeat, Zhu Yan didn't expose it, she twitched the corners of her mouth, and soon fell asleep.

It wasn't until the sound of the girl's even breathing came that Qin Huai's body, which had been stiff for a long time, slowly relaxed.

Looking at the woman in his arms, the soft hair rested on his chin, and there was a faint fragrance.

He became more courageous, turned sideways slightly, put his slender arms through the pillow, wrapped her shoulders, and buried her face in his chest.

The heart that had just been let go was raised again.

That night, Zhu Yan slept soundly and was very at ease.

I didn't wake up until the sun was three poles on the next day. At this time, there was no one around.

After resting for a day and a night, Zhu Yan felt much lighter, so she didn't plan to lie down any longer.

So, I put on my clothes and got out of bed.

As soon as he reached the door, he heard a man's voice coming from the front of the main room.

"Aniang, I asked the principal for leave, and I went to the town to withdraw the money in a while, and sent it to Wang Xiaodong. The night was full of dreams, and now that Ayan woke up, I was afraid that he would make new moths to torture her, so I had to tell her as soon as possible." He draws the line."