Hold the thick thighs tightly [My father is a traitor]

Knowing that she would be able to eat meat in two months, Xiao Yining placed small stones in the yard of her home. She actually wanted to draw a line on the stone wall to mark the days. But on the first day, Wan Niang spanked her hand and said she was disobedient. She had no choice but to place stones secretly in the yard.

"1, 2, 3...15." Little Yining added his little finger to count how many days he had been here.

The black mud at the entrance of the ancestral hall had faded after two rains, and no one remembered that there was a girl whose life was destined here.

But Yining remembered that every time she thought of the girl's screams, she couldn't help but look at her father, and when he turned to look at her, she lowered her head and didn't look at him.

Wan Niang put the lunch on the table and smiled at her daughter who was struggling with her fingers. "Qing Jie, be good. Eat first and then play."

"Okay, Mom." Yining moved her little feet and ran to the dining table happily, then climbed onto the chair with her butt sticking out. Her father reached out to help her up, so that she wouldn't fall down again and get her butt swollen.

Since Yining came here, she has been eating by herself, which has saved a lot of trouble for the two adults. She looked at the dishes on the table: stir-fried cabbage - no oil or water, stir-fried leeks - no oil or water, egg soup - egg + water and a thin slice of ginseng, the old three.

Sighing and groaning, she will have to live like this for another 45 days.

That was all the lunch. Actually, everyone in Linjia Village only ate two meals, except her family and the children in the clan school who ate three meals. Her family already had a very poor diet, and if they ate one less meal, they would probably faint on the road. As for why there were only three dishes, it was because her dear mother could not cook, but only these three dishes, and she had just learned them. It was obvious that she was spoiled by her family. It was said that her dear grandmother could not cook either, and it was her grandfather who cooked for her.

Her father cooked breakfast and dinner for her family. He also used to have lunch at the clan school. But he came back to supervise because Yining didn't want to eat the egg soup with ginseng.

Lin Yining was afraid of her father. She always felt that there was something more to what he said half a month ago.

Lin Yuzan looked at the half-burnt vegetables and said helplessly, "Wan Niang has worked hard. Tomorrow, Sister Li will be free and she will come to help."

Mrs. Li?

help?

Yining's eyes lit up. Did this mean that she wouldn't have to eat her mother's food anymore?

Wan Niang blushed and said, "Why waste that money? I can cook it too."

No, you can't, if you eat it she will turn into egg yolk.

Moreover, Xiao Yining looked at the leeks on the table and the other fresh vegetables piled in the kitchen. She felt deeply sorry for her cheap father. Her pain was the strange-tasting egg soup, and her father's pain was the leeks. After cutting the leeks one after another, his pain came in waves.

If she remembered correctly, leeks are aphrodisiacs, and this wild leek is naturally natural, so the effect is doubled.

Her father is only 21 years old, and he is very hot-tempered, uh...

Wan Niang looked at her husband and daughter, who both showed expressions of pain when they took the first bite of the food, and her face became even redder than before.

"Mrs. Li will come over tomorrow, and I will study hard." Wan Niang said embarrassedly.

Seeing his wife reaching for the cabbage with chopsticks, Lin Yuzan quickly took out the cake from the clan school and said, "Wan Niang, eat this. It was made by the clan school's cook. No animal oil is used."

Little Yining was no longer surprised. She stretched out her little hand and Wan Niang smiled and put the cake in her palm.

Lin Yuzan had already placed the water cabbage in front of him and poured Wan Niang's rice into his own bowl. "The little kid is making a fuss, I'll eat more."

Seeing her father's different treatment, little Yining drank her own strange-tasting egg soup with deep hatred. Fortunately, she took over this body to bear the pain that this little kid couldn't bear. Otherwise, if the real kid was making a fuss, he would probably get beaten 10 times a day. Her mother was a kitchen killer and the food she cooked was inedible.

Look, her dear father doesn’t even let her mother eat a bite of food, for fear that she will be disgusted by his own food.

Lin Yuzan finished eating with a blank expression and asked, "Is there no salt at home, Wanniang? My aunt is going to town tomorrow, can you ask her to bring some back?"

"Ah, did I forget to add salt again?" Wan Niang looked at the empty plate in shock.

Xiao Yining laughed, what a normal operation.

Lin Yuzan just smiled and looked at her, then cleaned up the dishes.

Xiao Yining didn't know about other families, but there was no such saying as "a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen" in her family. During the days she came, her father would work whenever he was at home. He was a man with a keen eye for work (although it was most likely because of his mother's clumsy hands), and his cooking was also very delicious. He could make money to support the family, and he could also coax his wife. Of course, he could only coax his wife. Xiao Yining was never coaxed by him. On the contrary, he would reason with her when she was angry.

Although Wanniang had no talent for housework, she had the skill of embroidery. I heard that she learned it from her grandmother. The handkerchiefs she embroidered could be sold in the town for 5 to 20 coins, which made the women in the village very envious. Especially my father's aunt praised Wanniang again and again every time she came to get the handkerchief. But Xiao Yining felt that this aunt was deliberately trying to stir up hatred. Every time she came, she spoke very loudly so that others could hear.

"Let me tell you, Zan is really lucky. Right after his father died, he was arranged by the clan to teach in the clan school, and he was paid half a tael of silver a month. Wang can make a lot of money every month by selling handkerchiefs."

"That's right. Although his family has a medicine jar that loses money, the food and drink in his family are all subsidized by his uncle, and they don't have to spend money. I wonder how much money they have saved over the years?"

"If you ask me, the teaching quota should be given to those in need. The elders are confused."

"..."

"..."

Little Yining was holding onto a big rock and eavesdropping on the gossips. Behind her was another scene: several women were surrounding her mother, talking and laughing.

"This Qingjie has grown up so fast. I saw her still in my arms before, but now she can help you carry things."

"Wanniang will have great fortunes in the future. I heard from my eldest brother that Zan plans to take the exam for a scholar next year, and he reads books in his spare time in the clan school. If we see Wanniang in the future, we will have to call her Scholar Madam!"

Wan Niang blushed and pounded her clothes, "Auntie is joking."

"Auntie, let me tell you something kind. When you are done with your mourning, take care to nourish Zan. He has been so thin in the past three years that it makes me sad. You two should not just save food for the child. I heard that a few days ago, Zan went to town late at night in the heavy rain to see a doctor. It was too dangerous. Your man is the most important thing."

Little Yining was startled when she heard it, and quickly turned around to look at the old woman who was speaking. Her originally kind face suddenly became hideous.

Wan Niang was also stunned for a moment, then she looked at her dazed daughter and quickly said with a smile, "The child is my flesh and blood, how can it not be important? Look at what Auntie said."

"You are still young..."

Xiao Yining knew what the old woman meant. She had heard in modern times that children in the past were lucky to survive, and some would not seek medical treatment if they were sick. They would just endure it if they could, and if they couldn't, they would just be buried in the earth. Although she knew that this was a normal phenomenon in rural areas in the past, not to mention that it was in some unknown dynasty now, Xiao Yining was still unhappy.