The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Jiang's mother was clearly quite shocked and stood there stunned.

The fermented rice wine had cooled down, and Gao Qinghe picked up a spoon and savored it slowly, while also teasing the turtle in the bucket, enjoying a leisurely and carefree time.

Fearing that she might kill the turtle, Jiang's mother quickly moved the bucket aside.

He glanced at her with a complicated expression, remained silent for a moment, and then killed the turtle.

Gao Qinghe had eaten turtles, but had never seen anyone kill them.

It turns out that killing a turtle is similar to killing a fish. You turn it over, gut it, peel off the shell, and there's still a lot of meat left on the body, so you chop it all into small pieces.

After cleaning up, Jiang's mother quickly rinsed the meat and shells in the pot, then added fresh water to stew them again.

After doing all that, he said somewhat awkwardly, "We've always celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival at home in previous years, but we won't be doing it this year. It's a bit hard to say."

"What's so hard to say?" Gao Qinghe said with a smile, "Come to my house this year."

Jiang's mother was truly shocked. Since ancient times, the Mid-Autumn Festival has always been spent at the wife's husband's home. How could it be celebrated at the wife's parents' home?

Gao Qinghe knew what she was thinking. In ten years, who would care whether you went to your parents' home or your husband's home? As long as the family was happy, that was all that mattered.

"I'm just asking you, do you want to serve those big shots, or do you want to sit back and eat the fruits of their labor?" Gao Qinghe asked, arms crossed.

Jiang's mother didn't say anything, but what she was thinking was, who likes to serve others!
The deliveryman finally arrived.

Gao Qinghe ran out and opened the door, asking the installer to install the washing machine outside the bathroom.

The installation technician was very conscientious and responsible. He patiently taught the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law how to use it, and only left after making sure they understood.

Jiang's mother politely said, "Please stay for dinner!"

The driver waved his hand repeatedly, "No, no, there's another place to go."

Jiang's mother was polite and watched them leave before returning to study the twin-tub semi-automatic washing machine.

At Gao Qinghe's urging, he enthusiastically took down all the quilt covers and sheets from Jiang Yu's room and washed them.

Seeing the bed sheet spinning inside the drum, Jiang's mother asked suspiciously:

"Can this thing really clean clothes?"

Gao Qinghe stroked her chin and said, "It certainly can't compare to washing by hand, but at least you don't have to go down to the river in the freezing winter to wash your sheets and cotton-padded coats. It's good enough if they're just about clean."

After the sheets were spun dry, Jiang's mother immediately went to check if they were clean.

The result was much better than she had imagined. Without being taught, she pointed to a small spot where the remaining traces were more obvious and said:

"Next time, wet it and rub it first before putting it in to wash."

Such large duvet covers and sheets are quite heavy to hand wash.

Now that it can be taken out to air dry, Jiang's mother felt a pang of regret, but her face and heart were filled with joy.

"Is it worth it?" Gao Qinghe asked with a smile.

Jiang's mother nodded, "It would be even better if it were cheaper, but I don't know how long it will last."

Gao Qinghe: "Didn't the master just say that there's a ten-year warranty without any problems?"

Jiang's mother did the math: three hundred yuan a year, which adds up to less than thirty yuan a month, still made her feel a little pained.

"It's like I bought a laundry slave." She chuckled as she hung the sheets to dry. It was almost time to prepare dinner.

At the dinner table, Gao Qinghe said to Jiang Baohai, "Let's bring Mom and Xiaoyu to my house for the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Jiang Baohai assumed the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had reached an agreement, so he gave his wife a "you're awesome" look and nodded, saying:

“Okay, ask Grandma if she wants to buy anything, and I’ll have Fang Xiaolei deliver it to her in advance.”

Gao Qinghe: "No need, Grandma will arrange it."

The stewed turtle soup was delicious, but Gao Qinghe didn't like the meat, so she gave it all to Jiang Baohai.

Jiang Baohai asked curiously, "Mom, why did you decide to make turtle?"

This stuff used to be a rare commodity, but three years ago a breeding farm was set up in town, and that's when the price came down.

However, people don't treat it as a dish, but rather as a tonic.

That's why Jiang Baohai found it strange; surely no one in his family needed supplements?
Jiang's mother seemed to have been upset today, and glared at her son with a displeased expression.
"Why are you asking? Just eat what's offered." Jiang Baohai raised an eyebrow in surprise and secretly glanced at his wife.

Gao Qinghe suppressed a laugh and gave her a look that said, "Let's go back to your room and talk about it later."

There were only a few pieces of turtle meat, but Jiang Baohai ate them all by himself and also drank a large bowl of soup.

I must say, this tastes quite different from the turtles I eat in the city; the claws are especially meaty.

After washing up and returning to the room, Jiang Baohai saw Gao Qinghe find an old bed sheet to put on the blanket. He took it from her and helped her put it on.

If there's a leak at night, I don't have to worry about it getting on the new sheets.

After the two of them settled down in bed, Gao Qinghe told him about her second aunt's visit that afternoon.

Jiang Baohai frowned. "They've sent Second Aunt to act as a peacemaker."

Gao Qinghe shrugged. "Unless you personally come to apologize, there is no way I can reconcile."

"You still intend to reconcile?" Jiang Baohai said jokingly, "I thought you were planning to never see each other again."

Gao Qinghe countered with, "Do you think that's possible?"

Several families live in the same area, seeing each other all the time. Since no particularly intense conflicts have occurred, they usually get over it in a year or two and then act as if nothing happened.

Unless they move away and live in the city.

But why should she hide?

These four uncles of the Jiang family are not entirely without value.

Rather than letting the four of them gang up on her, it's better to let them fight amongst themselves while she reaps the benefits behind the scenes.

"Next time, if my second aunt doesn't bring anything from other families and comes alone, I'll let her come in, sit down, have a drink, and we can chat slowly."

A glint flashed in Gao Qinghe's eyes, making her look like a fox ready to do bad things.

Jiang hugged the customs light and said, "Fine, whatever you say. You can make the decisions about things at home from now on. Go to sleep."

He couldn't do anything tonight, and he didn't want to bother her at this time, so he felt really distressed.

Gao Qinghe wasn't sleepy at all; it was only 9:30.

She has a habit during her period: she especially likes to tease the man next to her.

She snuggled into his broad, warm embrace, her hands reaching into his open collar. His chest muscles felt wonderful, and she couldn't help but fondle them.

After playing for a while, it crawled under the hem of its clothes again.

"Take a breath, let me see if your abs are still there."

Jiang Baohai: "."

"You want me dead, don't you?" he gritted his teeth.

But I still took a deep breath, tensed up, and pulled out my full abs.

Gao Qinghe let out a satisfied sigh, then wrapped her arms around the man's lean waist and buried her face in his chest muscles before falling asleep.

The breath sprayed onto Jiang Baohai's skin, making him feel like he was dying.

The worst part is that he couldn't bear to push her away. He tightened his grip on her arm, his chin stroking the top of her head, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

In the next room, a sewing machine was humming loudly.

Jiang's mother wanted to make a cover for the washing machine at home.

She also added a floral fabric curtain to her resentful daughter-in-law's sun hat, saying that it would provide all-around sun protection.

But in Jiang's mother's opinion, only a pair of eyes are visible, wouldn't that be suffocating?
Perhaps it's because she's too old to understand the fashion trends of young people.

With a sewing machine, the sun hat and washing machine cover were finished in no time.

The next day, Gao Qinghe happily wore her brand-new sun hat to the driving school, making all the male students extremely envious.

Don't say men aren't afraid of the sun; they're still human, and they can't stand standing in the blazing sun either. (End of Chapter)