Taking space to escape famine, Sister Wan killed everyone along the way

The adults were undoubtedly happy to see this situation. When they were in the village, they had no money to send their children to school. They didn't expect that when they were fleeing famine, there would be a teacher to teach their children to read.

Therefore, the people of Daqin Village have become more and more respectful of the Song family. Usually, everyone will help the Song and Qin families with some things to the best of their ability, or send some pickled vegetables that they had previously made at home, or find some wild fruits in the woods, and give them priority to Grandpa Song and his family.

"Dad, why don't you go and teach the children calligraphy instead of walking around here. I will definitely call you when the food is ready." Song Shuyi looked at her father's anxious look and felt a little amused. Why did he become more childish as he got older?

Old Master Song shook his head and said, "No, there's no need to give a lecture today. I've already taught them the characters they need to practice, and those bastards are practicing right now.

With Awan and the others here, if there's still something they don't know, they'll teach it to them, so there's no need for an old man like me to stay there."

He understood clearly that he was now a teacher, and if he was there, the children would feel restrained and nervous when practicing calligraphy. It was not that they needed to give a lecture, so it was better for him, an old man, to step out. When he was no longer needed, he should leave on his own accord.

Song Shuyi looked at her father staring at the pot with his eyes almost popping out of his head. For some reason, she suddenly felt a little nervous. If the food was not delicious, she wondered if the old man would be disappointed?

"Why are you staring at me? Look in the pot, it's going to get burnt!" Old Master Song saw his silly daughter staring at him without even looking at the pot, and his silly son-in-law kept adding fuel to the fire. He was so anxious that he wanted to flip the dish himself.

Sure enough, as soon as the old man finished speaking, a faint smell of burnt food came from the pot. The old man's face almost turned green, and he stepped forward to grab the spatula, "Go away, you can't even concentrate on cooking. Look at how burnt the dish is, and you!" Old man Song looked at the dumbfounded Qin Qingyun with disappointment, "You are such a smart kid, good at reading and hunting, but you are just making a fire, don't you care about the size of the fire? The sparks are almost on the lid of the pot, why are you still adding more firewood?"

Oh my, how come you two have turned this delicious dish into this?"

The old man grumbled with concern as he flipped the dishes with his hands. His movements were very skillful and it was obvious that he was someone who cooked frequently.

The old lady looked at the old man mumbling non-stop and walked over to him quickly, "Alright, alright, why are you so nagging? Isn't this dish good? How come it's ruined as you said?

The kids are tired after a night of cooking. It’s good enough that they can cook something raw. Why bother with so much trouble? If you really don’t like it, you’ll be the one cooking next time!

"I..." Old Master Song felt a little aggrieved. Even though he loved to eat, he would eat it without disgust no matter how the food was cooked. He always felt that wasting food was a shameful act!

He didn't mean to grumble at the children this time. He just felt that the good ingredients were ruined and he couldn't help but feel sorry.

Of course, I would also feel sorry for my mouth. After all, I had been looking forward to this meal for many days. Just when my expectations reached the peak, I was suddenly poured a basin of cold water. Isn’t it... a bit too long-winded?

My wife talked to him again, crying~~o(＞_＜)o ~~

The old lady felt a little sorry when she saw her husband's aggrieved look, but when she thought about the old man's appearance just now, she became angry.

No matter how good Qingyun treats them, he is still their son-in-law who will spend his whole life with their daughter. He may be filial, but as their father-in-law and mother-in-law, they cannot be ungrateful. If they want their daughter to live a good life, they have to be good to their son-in-law.

You can treat your son-in-law as well as you treat your son, but you cannot treat him the same way as you treat your son when it comes to education!

What if you said something wrong and your son-in-law is upset, then in the end won’t it be your daughter who has a hard time?

The fact that my family was able to stay in such a good atmosphere in the refugee group, and that my sons and grandchildren were able to learn skills, was all because of my son-in-law. Just now, the old man's angry lecture, once, twice, and three times, would work, but there was still a long time to go, and they had a lot of time to spend together. What if the old man didn't know how to speak the right words, over time, and too many times...

The old lady's expression was unpredictable. The clever Qin Qingyun immediately saw what his mother-in-law was thinking. He looked at his wife with an inexplicable aggrieved look on his face.

Seeing her husband's expression, Song Shuyi felt somewhat helpless and softly called out to the old lady, "Mom, isn't Dad just annoyed that I'm wasting good food? Besides, Dad is the elder, so what if he says a few words to us? There's no need for you to get angry."

"Yes, yes, mother, we were wrong in the first place. Food is so precious nowadays, and we were so careless that we ruined the delicious food. Isn't it normal for my father to nag us?

If my parents were still alive, it would not be as simple as a few naggings. My father's slap as big as a palm-leaf fan would definitely have landed on me. But my father-in-law just nagged me a few words, and I am still very happy in my heart.

"I believe that if it was my brother-in-law who burnt the food, you would definitely scold him like my father, so why is it different for me? I treat you two as my own parents, don't you treat me as your son..." Qin Qingyun looked at his mother-in-law in a half-coquettish tone. At the end, he even curled his lips in grievance, which made the old lady stunned.

After I realized it, I realized that my son-in-law was expressing his opinion to me. My heart warmed and my eyes became hot, especially when I saw the aggrieved expression of my son-in-law. My heart felt as hot as boiling water.

"Mom, why don't you say anything? Don't you really treat Qingyun as your son? Qingyun really treats you and dad as his real parents!" Song Shuyi hurried forward, hugged her mother's arm, and shook it gently, which brought the absent-minded old lady Song back to her senses.

Old Master Song was even more excited. He looked at Qin Qingyun with satisfaction and said to himself: You are worthy of being my good student and son-in-law. Then he focused all his attention on the food on the fire. Even though he felt aggrieved just now, his hands never stopped turning the food in the pot, but he still paid some attention to the situation here.

"No!" Old Mrs. Song quickly denied.

"What? No? Mother really doesn't treat me as her own son! Otherwise she wouldn't even teach me a lesson when I made a mistake!" Qin Qingyun pretended to be even sadder. There was a hint of pity on his sunny and handsome face. He silently turned his back to Old Lady Song, looking lonely and desolate, which made people feel pity for him.