A tumultuous life

Even if she wanted to ignore it, it was impossible to ignore it.

After all, Park Huier's straightness was something she couldn't compare to. Think about it, her daughter was also very small and didn't have such a size. If it was a few years later, she might be a little taller, a little bigger, and might be comparable to Park Huier. Now, it was impossible. This was her idea.

Of course, Tian Xinru, Wei Yang and others felt that it was meaningless. After all, what they wanted to see was the shyness and resistance of Park Huier and others, not to see them accept it. Unexpectedly, they accepted it. This disappointed Tian Xinru, Wei Yang and others. Of course, An Siming had to do it.

Serving An Siming for dinner, naturally, the woman sat in An Siming's arms, and Park Huier and Park's mother fed him. Originally, I thought it was an honor. After all, I could sit in An Siming's arms and didn't need to serve An Siming. I never thought that An Siming's body was in her body.

It's not that she doesn't understand, but she may look calm on the outside. In fact, she is moving inside. After a while, she began to breathe a little. However, she didn't dare to make too big a move, after all, what she needed was to make An Siming happy. At this time, An Siming was eating, and she didn't know what to do.

These meals are Chinese delicacies.

She likes Chinese delicacies very much, after all, Korea is pickled vegetables. For them, pickled vegetables are what they eat. Like it or not, it is a must. It's not a delicacy. This is to distinguish. It can be said that their idea is that they can eat delicious food without eating pickled vegetables.

However, it can be said that from this point, An Siming's financial resources can be judged.

You know, you need to hire a chef here. If it's ordinary, it's impossible. It can only be said that you can be hired if you cook deliciously. Moreover, it also shows that it is reasonable that An Siming doesn't like to eat pickled vegetables. After all, there is nothing else in Korea except pickled vegetables.

Soon, she reached the critical point.

Park Huier glanced at her and said to An Siming: "Master, let me do it?"

An Siming said: "Okay."

Of course, Park's mother knew that it was not necessarily Park Huier, after all, she was there. However, she also knew that at this time, Park Huier was needed, because Park Huier knew what the rules were. For her and her sisters-in-law, more rules were needed.

The woman got up slowly, and An Siming did not move. Park Huier kept cleaning. What surprised her was that Park Huier's cleaning was not done with anything else, but with her tongue. Then, she slowly sat on it. This was Park Huier's way. An Siming accepted it as a matter of course.

It can be said that the woman also knew that she might be the next time.

Park's mother's face did not change, but she was used to it.

After dinner, she made a cup of tea for An Siming.

Then, the three women started eating.

An Siming was also bored, and read Yu Gongjin's poems, prose, and essays.

The woman knew Chinese and said, "Is this good?"

An Siming said, "It's very good. Prose and essays are all very good."

Park Huier and Park's mother cleaned up the table, and after a while, her sister came over.

Park Huier said, "She still doesn't know the rules."

An Siming raised the woman's chin and said, "You didn't teach her. She doesn't know the rules either."

This was a rebuke to Park Huier.

Park Huier said, "Yes, Master."

The woman knew that this was An Siming's correction to Park Huier.

I can't say I'm dissatisfied, nor can I say I'm satisfied. After all, she is a newcomer. However, for many things, she should slowly understand them, such as Park's mother's respect for Park Huier, which is what she should learn. She has not forgotten this, or she has never wanted to forget it.

Even so, An Siming was not satisfied.

She had watched Korean TV dramas, which were about wives and concubines. For the Chinese, it was different. If the wife had no son, the concubine could become the legitimate son if she gave birth to a son. It can be said that she had the right of inheritance. The tradition of Koreans is that the son of the wife is a son, and the son of the concubine, or the daughter, can only be a slave.

She knew this.

However, when she saw Park Huier's sisters coming over, she didn't know why she blamed these people. Why did she say that Park Huier didn't teach them the rules. Did she forget something? This was something she couldn't figure out. Moreover, this was Park Huier's place, Park Huier was the eldest wife, and she became a concubine? A slave?

This was also something she couldn't figure out.

However, according to An Siming's practice, it was not possible. An Siming's ideas can be said to be somewhat different. They were treated equally. Moreover, Park Huier's status was not highlighted, but only given her a status. This was different.

After entering the house, you can see a lot of strange tools. Even the chair is very strange. The height of the chair can be adjusted, but the handle is very long. The woman is a little confused. When Park's mother sat on it and put her legs on the handle of the chair next to her, the woman understood at this time.

Park's mother showed everything about her body without any shame.

Park Huier looked at An Siming and said, "Master."

An Siming looked at Park's mother's body and said, "Okay."

The woman could see that Park Huier went over and quickly made An Siming a little moved, and then began to show off his power to Park's mother's body. The woman understood that this was An Siming's preference.

Soon, An Siming had some sweat beads.

This time, it was Park Huier's sister who was serving. Park Huier grabbed the woman's hair and pulled her face over.

The woman felt pain and was dissatisfied, and wanted to make a sound. However, she didn't say anything, knowing that it might be Park Huier'sThis is how she does things, or rather, how she teaches her to do things. She was the last one to come here, so she should have the lowest status and know the least about the rules. There was nothing she could do about it.

She was pulled closer, so she could see clearly and smell it.

Park Hye-er said clearly, "Clean it up."

The woman was a little unconvinced and wanted to say, "What?"

As a result, she didn't know how to start making movements.

The next day, she wanted to serve tea.

The woman didn't know the process of serving tea. After Park Hye-er explained it, she knew and understood serving tea. She also understood why serving tea was to get the recognition of the woman in front and An Siming.

An Siming looked at the docile woman and asked her name curiously. He knew that her name was Li Fuzhen, a very strange name. He was also a little happy. After all, she was Li Fuzhen, who looked very good.