The fat wife is rebellious: she was spoiled by the group on the way to escape famine

The other people around were looking at this scene with confusion on their faces. They were very confused about what Jiang Jinhe was trying to do and could only stand there and look at her.

At this time, Jiang Jinhe turned around and walked straight towards Li Yue.

"Show me your hand."

she ordered.

Although she was a little confused, Li Yue still followed the instructions and stretched out her hand for inspection.

The palms were dry and rough, and even had some newly grown hard skin, but there were no marks of being cut by sharp objects such as wild thorns or other plants.

"Aunt San, you have to believe me. I really picked up the firewood today with my own hands!"

Noticing the change in atmosphere, Li Yue hurriedly explained with an extremely sincere attitude.

If you didn't have the details in mind beforehand, you might have been easily deceived by this seemingly honest attitude!

"Well, in that case, could you please be more specific? What kind of firewood did you collect this afternoon? And where did you get it from?"

Faced with Jiang Jinhe's further questioning, Li Yue responded immediately almost subconsciously without any preparation.

"That slope to the north is covered with thorny locust trees. The thorns are dense and sharp, just like tiny steel needles. It hurts so much when they prick your skin!"

Jiang Jinhe snorted, clearly expressing her dissatisfaction.

"You know the sting of acacia trees hurts? If you were really there to collect firewood, why didn't you have a single sting on your hands? Those two kids were badly stung, though. The wounds on their hands are almost like sieves."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Song immediately checked the two children's hands. Looking at their swollen fingers and bloody wounds, she became furious and started cursing.

"Li Yue, how could you be so cruel! How could you do such a thing to your own son!"

Song Yuyu ordered Li Yue to open her arms for everyone to see clearly, but she refused. Instead, she quickly hid her hands behind her back with a hint of fear and panic on her face.

"Mom, I know I was wrong. I walked for a long time in the mountains and couldn't pick up any firewood. I was afraid that Third Aunt would be unhappy, so I..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door suddenly opened.

A hunched, dusty man walked in slowly, carrying a large bundle of firewood.

It’s Song Mucheng!

Aunt Song had always doted on her not-so-bright son, and seeing this, she hurried forward to help him put down his heavy burden.

"Son, why did you come back so late? You must be exhausted!"

Song Mucheng smiled awkwardly and rubbed the sweat from his face with his hands, seeming a little embarrassed.

"Dad said I wasn't good enough at making bamboo chairs, so he told me to focus on collecting firewood. Mom, you know, at this time of year, branches are falling from the forest. If I get distracted for a moment, I'll end up picking up too many. I almost forgot the time to go home!"

After hearing this, Aunt Song glared at Li Yue angrily, as if she wanted to eat her alive, then turned around and gently patted Song Mucheng's shoulder, her tone full of heartache.

"My dear son, you have worked so hard. Let's have pickled mutton tonight. Eat more later and don't starve yourself."

"Thank you, Mom."

Song Mucheng said honestly.

Jiang Jinhe also laughed.

Song Mucheng is indeed not good at technical work, but he is willing to work hard and is a very honest person. He picked up a lot of firewood after being out for half a day.

But what about Li Yue? She actually said there was no firewood on the mountain in an afternoon?

"So, sister-in-law, the two children didn't dare go up the mountain, so they went to the north slope; my second brother went to the mountain. They all found firewood. Why can't you find it? Aren't you going to the same mountain as them?"

Jiang Jinhe's eyes moved from Li Yue's flustered face to her neatly combed hair, and he couldn't help but have other guesses in his mind.

"Or did you go somewhere else today and meet someone?"

After hearing this, Li Yue quickly waved her hands and explained anxiously: "No, really not. I... I just suddenly missed my mother a little, and I couldn't help but want to go home to see her..."

Come back home?

This is a pretty good excuse!

But Jiang Jinhe didn’t actually care where Li Yue had gone. She just snorted coldly.

"That's fine. Since you've already had lunch at noon and went back to your parents' house in the afternoon without doing anything serious, then don't eat dinner."

After saying that, Jiang Jinhe took Song Wenqin's arm, looked at Aunt Song with a smile, and said, "Mom, second brother is back. Can we eat now? Dad and eldest brother are starving too."

"Okay, let's eat then."

Aunt Song glanced at Li Yue, glared at her with dissatisfaction, and then took Dahu and Xiaolong into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Song Mucheng also understood the development of the situation from this short conversation, so he said to Aunt Song: "As long as you don't drive her away, everything is up to you."

Jiang Jinhe felt a little confused and puzzled about this.

Although the two of them don't seem to have any particularly deep feelings for each other, why is it that every time Song Mucheng mentions Li Yue, he always insists on one request - don't kick Li Yue out?

The family sat at the dining table and began to enjoy dinner with laughter.

Dahu and Xiaolong also enjoyed their meal very much, completely forgetting the unpleasantness that had just happened, and even almost forgetting Li Yue's existence.

However, no one cared that Li Yue stood alone in the shadow outside the kitchen for a while, and finally she suddenly turned and walked towards the door, and quickly disappeared under the cover of night.

During the meal, Jiang Jinhe tasted the pickled mutton specially made by Fang Family Restaurant.

At first she thought it was raw meat, but she didn't expect it to be cooked lamb slices, and a lot of seasonings such as soy sauce, salt, and chili were added for secondary processing.

Perhaps the chefs here are not very good at removing the mutton smell, so the fishy smell of the mutton is still quite obvious.

Jiang Jinhe didn't like this kind of taste very much, but strangely, every member of the Song family ate it with gusto.

Seeing her constantly picking cabbage to eat, Song Wenqin took the initiative to pick up a piece of mutton for her.

"Jing, try it. This is a specialty of our hometown."

"I do not want to eat."

Jiang Jinhe shook his head and put the mutton back into Song Wenqin's bowl.

Not long after, Song Wenqin suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Is it because you're not used to the food?"

Jiang Jinhe responded with a "hmm" without thinking much about it, but then she realized: How did Song Wenqin know that she really couldn't get used to this dish?

Aunt Song and the others have been urging her to eat more!

Her appetite wasn't actually that big, but seeing how enthusiastic everyone was, she tried her best to eat more.

The original owner should be used to eating this as well. After all, we are all from the same country and our eating habits should be similar.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but pick up a few more chopsticks.