Shenhao: Goddess wife is a sweet sweetheart

Since Lin Fugui was humiliated by Lin Xuan when Zhang Cheng's car was impounded last time, he didn't reflect on his own problems, but put all his grievances on Lin Xuan.

Now that Chinese New Year is approaching, the price of vegetables is soaring. Although Lin Xuan's price is still higher than the market level, but think about it, Lin Xuan's price for other families is obviously higher than that for him.

He felt that the breath was stuck in his heart, and he couldn't spit it out or swallow it.

"Hey, take it easy! You want to break my old bones!"

Zhang Chunhua was so busy in the kitchen that she was called over to rub his waist.

Now this dead old man opens his mouth just to beat him up,
Immediately quit.

"Hmph, if you have the ability to find your beating person, why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf here?"

Saying that, the hand on Lin Fugui's waist became a little heavier.

Lin Fugui wailed in pain, and had a long donkey face, jet-black.

"Okay, you can knead it yourself. I'm still busy cooking. This big family is the ancestor every day. They open their mouths either to eat or to ask for money. They are all like debt collectors."

Zhang Chunhua cursed and left the main room, leaving Lin Fugui sulking on the bed alone.

"Lin Xuan, you little bastard, wait for me, I will let you go around without food."

Lin Fugui lay on the bed with his ass pouted, thinking about Lin Xuan driving fast,

But I lay on my stomach in these broken brick houses enduring the pain, and hated my teeth itching.

"It's time to eat! Come out and serve it yourself, don't be too old and young. I have never been honored by your Lin family's big farts in this life, and I have no obligation to serve you ancestors."

Zhang Chunhua made a big pot of noodles with no trace of oil, and began to curse at the top of her throat in the kitchen.

Lin Xiaojun's younger brother, Lin Xiaojun, lives in the east room. He doesn't even lift his head when he hears his mother's daily scolding.

As the head of the family, Lin Fugui lived in the main room, and now he was lying on the bed with a dark face, thinking about what to do with Lin Xuan.

In the corner of the main room, behind a curtain made of old sheets, is the small wooden bed of Lin Fugui's 80-year-old mother.

Originally, the three large tile-roofed houses of the Lin family were considered fashionable when Lin Fugui got married. Lin Xiaoxiao works outside all the year round, so the family of four is enough for four people.

But Zhang Chunhua's son, whom Zhang Chunhua had always dreamed of having, grew up to be the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, but he was not able to live up to expectations. He couldn't go to school, let alone go out to work.

If he can rest for a few days, if he doesn't go out to steal chickens, walk dogs, fight and fight, Zhang Chunhua will burn incense and worship Buddha.

Lin Xiaoxiao, as Zhang Chunhua's hope and pride, was able to occupy Westinghouse alone in the rural village where men were preferred to women, even though she was away all year round and did not live at home.

Mrs. Lin entered the kitchen tremblingly, looking timidly at her angry daughter-in-law with her old and cloudy eyes.

Three meals a day has now become a catastrophe for the old lady, who has to eat a big bowl of "resentment" first.

Zhang Chunhua saw the little-footed old lady hunched over to get a bowl from the kitchen cabinet, she sneered, and said meanly,
"Hmph, what can you do? Eat No.1, you old man is good at wasting food every day, and I don't even look at you guys, it's all thanks to you."

"Chunhua, you have to speak with your conscience, I also have work now."

Mrs. Lin was standing by the pot with the bowl in her hand, she couldn't help but slurped back.

At this moment, Zhang Chunhua frowned, twitched her eyebrows, and her eyes were as big as bull's eyes, "You old man dare to talk back? You are good at it."

"Hmm!~~"

Zhang Chunhua hadn't scolded enough when Lin Fugui's voice came from the main room.

As the head of the family, Lin Fugui still has some majesty and courage.

Zhang Chunhua stopped talking, gouged out old lady Lin viciously, and snatched the bowl from her hand.

After stirring in the noodle pot for a long time, I scooped out a spoonful of noodles that couldn't be thinner, and angrily poured them into a bowl and handed them to Mrs. Lin.

"Eat, eat, you are the ancestor, I can't afford to offend you!"

Mrs. Lin didn't say a word, and sadly left the kitchen with a bowl in her hand.

In the small farmyard, I found a sunny space, sat on a small bench with a few broken boards, and ate my buttocks.

That's what hindered Zhang Chunhua's eyes.

Zhang Chunhua came out of the kitchen with the noodle bowl for Lin Fugui, and saw Mrs. Lin sitting under the warm sun, and the old yellow dog at her feet waiting for food.

The fire in his stomach rushed upwards again, and his mouth wished he could reach the base of his ears.

"You can enjoy it. No wonder you can live to such an old age. I'm afraid you will kill me, you old woman is still grinning."

Although Mrs. Lin is in her 80s, she is neither blind nor deaf. Of course she heard Zhang Chunhua's words, but she didn't turn her head and pretended not to hear.

Reaching into the noodle bowl with chopsticks, he picked out a few pieces of noodles, fearing that they would not taste good if they got dirty, so he picked up a red brick floor and threw them on it.

Seeing that there was something to eat, the old yellow dog was instantly refreshed. Before the noodles touched the ground, he stretched his neck and opened his mouth.
He swallowed it in one gulp.

Boom!

Zhang Chunhua put the noodle bowl heavily on the table in the main room, and said angrily to Lin Fugui who had been lying on his stomach for a long time,

"It's all my ancestors, let's eat!"

Lin Fugui moved his body, frowned and bared his teeth, the pain in his waist was severe.

"Bring it to me, I'll eat it in bed."

Zhang Chunhua is also very talkative, in front of Lin Fugui, the head of the family, she still accepts it when she knows it is good.

Angrily handing the bowl to Lin Fugui who was on the bed, he turned his head and left the main room.

Bang, bang, bang, bang on the door of the east room again.

In the room, Lin Xiaojun was lying on the bed and watching the video vigorously, ignoring Zhang Chunhua at all.

He could figure out what he was eating with his toes. In his opinion, it was worse than the slop from feeding pigs.

Zhang Chunhua and Lin Fugui are ghosts and ghosts, the money they saved is not going to be spent on his precious son,
However, Lin Xiaojun didn't see half a dime, and he was scolded every day for not taking money home.

"Mom, don't smash it. If the door is broken, don't you have to spend your money to repair it? I don't eat. I'll go out to eat when I'm hungry."

Lin Xiaojun didn't even open the door, and shouted outside.

When Zhang Chunhua heard that this little bastard didn't let her worry, she yelled, "You still go out to eat, I think you only have to drink the northwest wind when you go out, if you are really capable, you will also drive me back and let your old lady follow me ah!"

"If you want to make a big run, go find your rich son-in-law Lin Xuan, I'm afraid he will be wiped out by my father and you two." Lin Xiaojun sneered when he heard the big run.

"you little"

"Hmm, I'll go to the village committee, the bowl is in the main room, you go and collect it."

Zhang Chunhua was about to continue scolding his son, but Lin Fugui explained with his hands behind his back, dropped his ass and left.

Looking at Lin Fugui's leisurely figure, Zhang Chunhua really wanted to go up and tear him to pieces, but she didn't know that Lin Fugui was planning to win glory for his family.