Quick Wear: The saints are too miserable, the host will never be soft-hearted

"...If it tastes good, eat more." Lu Yi praised it, but looked at the corn tortilla in his hand with suspicion.

good to eat?

This child really has a hard life, Lu Yi sighed silently.

Lu Yi continued to eat, feeding Lu Sisi from time to time. The other party opened her mouth faster and faster, and the rhythm was just right.

Neither she nor the child will go hungry!

The two children kept chewing, squinting their eyes and eating with great satisfaction.

In the kitchen, there was a suffocating atmosphere.

Du Wendong pinched his nose to avoid the smell of oil smoke and stood still, three meters away from the kitchen door.

"Mom, I won't go in."

A gentleman should stay away from the kitchen. This sentence spontaneously emerged in Du Wendong's heart. He moved his lips, sighed, and did not read it out loud.

It was a pity that he was the only one in the family who was well-versed in poetry and literature, and when it was time to express his emotions, there was no one to recite a few poems with him.

"Oh, my eggs, this, this..."

As soon as Zhang Cuifen stepped into the kitchen, she started howling at the unburned eggshells in the wood stove.

She didn't care about the ashes on it, stretched out her fingers to pick it up, and hurriedly stood up and walked to where she usually put the eggs.

"Damn it! Damn it! I can't live like this anymore, son! Look! That woman has made all my eggs, and this is the only one left."

Zhang Cuifen's voice was sharp. She rushed out of the kitchen, holding a mini egg in her rough hands, and held it in front of the man.

Du Wendong was immersed in his own emotions, but was suddenly dragged into family matters by Zhang Cuifen, and he felt extremely upset!

Zhang Cuifen continued to chatter, "Son, did you see that? Look at this egg. There's really only one left. I'm not wronging her. This Lu family member is really not cut out for life!"

"The chickens at home don't like to lay eggs. I cook the one or two eggs I lay every day for you and Qingyun. I finally managed to lay five eggs after they've been more diligent these past few days. I didn't expect... that bitch Lu would eat all four of them!"

The expression on Zhang Cuifen's face matched her high-pitched tone and she was gesticulating as she described it.

Du Wendong's brows furrowed more and more as he listened. He concealed the impatience in his eyes and glanced at it casually.

"It's just eggs. Chickens lay them for people to eat. Mom, don't feel bad about it. Hurry up and cook. Qingyun is starving."

Du Qingyun, with a belly full of snacks, was not hungry at all. He was stunned when his name was called. Then he raised his little face to look at Du Wendong, then looked at the egg in Zhang Cuifen's hand and swallowed his saliva.

"Yes, grandma, boil some eggs for me. I want to eat eggs!"

A small egg is still an egg. He doesn’t dislike it and he loves to eat it.

After scolding, Zhang Cuifen wanted to call Lu Yi to come and cook, but when she heard that her grandson was starving, she didn't care about anything else and went into the kitchen, picked up the firewood and started cooking.

After the meal, Zhang Cuifen brought the dishes to the hall, where the father and son had been sitting and waiting since early morning.

The egg was used to cook egg custard for Du Qingyun, and Zhang Cuifen brought it to Du Qingyun and placed it in front of him.

"Wendong, wait until the chicken lays eggs tomorrow and I'll stew a bowl for you. This small one will be for Qingyun."

Du Wendong certainly had no objection.

"So salty, so salty, grandma, this egg is not tasty!"

Du Qingyun excitedly scooped a large spoonful of eggs into his mouth, but soon his face wrinkled and he spit out the eggs in his mouth while yelling.

"What? Stop eating." Zhang Cuifen said nervously. Upon hearing this, she lifted up a little bit of the food with her chopsticks and tasted it.

"My dear grandson, grandma accidentally added too much salt. Don't eat it, don't eat it. Don't choke me, my dear grandson. Come, eat this. This food is very delicious!"

Zhang Cuifen anxiously picked out a decent corn tortilla from the plate and stuffed it into Du Qingyun's mouth.

When she lived in Xiahe Village, few families were willing to use cornmeal to make pancakes except during the New Year's Day.

She hadn't done it many times, but she thought it was possible.

Zhang Cuifen recalled Lu Yi busying around in the kitchen, looking relaxed and efficient, and couldn't help but feel more confident.

Du Wendong bit off the pancake in his mouth and chewed it very hard. He paused, picked up a piece of cabbage with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, then continued chewing.

Although the taste...is not as good as what my wife cooks, but my mother is old and it is not easy for her to cook a meal, so I'll just make do with it.

Du Wendong could barely make do with the meal, but Du Qingyun couldn't.

Du Qingyun is used to good cooking and can't stand any grievance. He won't compromise on anything unpalatable.

"Pooh! Pooh…"

Du Qingyun opened his mouth wide, and after he spit out everything, a look of deep disgust was written across his little face.

He threw the pancake in his hand to the ground without even looking at it, and said angrily: "It tastes so bad! Grandma's cooking is too disgusting! I won't eat it anymore!"

After saying that, Du Qingyun got up and left, going out angrily to play with Dazhu.

Du Wendong and Zhang Cuifen were left facing each other.

"Mom, are your hands unfamiliar?" Du Wendong looked at the unwelcome food and asked slowly.

Zhang Cuifen raised her hand to wipe away her tears, her face full of guilt, and if you looked closely you could see a hint of jealousy.

"The food I cook is not tasty. It's not as good as your wife's. I'm sorry for wronging my son. Don't eat it, don't eat it at all! Wendong, sit here and wait. I'll call Lu Yi over and ask her to cook you a good meal!"

How can a married woman not cook for her husband and mother-in-law? Every daughter-in-law goes through this, so why should Lu Yi be the only one to enjoy the good life!

Zhang Cuifen was filled with anger. She ignored Du Wendong's attempt to stop her and stormed out of the hall.

"Knock! Knock, knock, knock! Lu, open the door!"

"You have the guts to eat alone behind your mother-in-law's back, but you don't have the guts to open the door?!"

"The whole family is hungry, why do you have the right to eat? You are so heartless! My son passed the examination and came back, and you, as his wife, can't even cook a meal for him? Open the door, open the door!"

The door was slammed and shook.

Lu Yi had finished eating. She glanced in the direction of the door, touched the little face of the child in her arms with her hand, and a hint of impatience flashed in her eyes.

"Mom, I...I'll go open the door! Grandma will come in soon. Don't say anything, just let her scold me."

Lu Anyuan put down the chopsticks in his hand, clenched his fists, and mustered up the courage to speak.

"Once grandma finishes scolding and venting her anger, everything will be fine. Don't be afraid, mom."

Lu Anyuan comforted Lu Yi verbally, but his hands were shaking with nervousness.

"Anyuan, just let the adults handle their own affairs. You can continue eating. Don't worry about me. I will have a good talk with your grandma."

Lu Yi raised a smile and patted Lu Anyuan's hand. Miraculously, the little hand under his hand actually calmed down.

"With mom here, I... I'm not afraid!" Lu Anyuan took a deep breath, and when he looked at Lu Yi, there was no more uneasiness in his eyes, but there was still an indelible worry.

The noise became louder and louder. Lu Yi stood up and reached out to grab the bolt.

"Lu, you've wasted so much time hiding in there. Did you do something to offend my son? Open the door! Open it for me... Ahhh!"