I'm a good man [quick wear]

"My socks?" She didn't remember it.

"I bought it." He put on one and pulled her other foot over.

Tang Xuan's cold feet slowly warmed up again. He covered himself with the quilt again, "You just don't shed tears when you see the coffin. You feel so good about yourself."

Hearing this, she pursed her lips, but slowly smiled.

Chapter 501 My husband always wants me to have an abortion (12)

Tang Xuan hid under the quilt for a while, asked Ji Yang to get her another warm base layer to put on, then lifted the quilt and went downstairs.

Father Ji is back. He walks very slowly, has deep wrinkles on his face, and is a bit swarthy. I heard that he used to work as a coolie on a construction site, but then he was injured in an accident, and his legs and feet are not very convenient.

"Hello, uncle." Tang Xuan greeted him first.

"It's cold down here, come up." Ji's father looked at her, his eyes showed a bit of satisfaction, and he said a few words in a rare good mood.

"I'm going to see what Auntie is doing." Tang Xuan didn't want to give them the impression that she was too lazy to cook.

"He can handle it." Although Ji's father said this, the satisfaction in his eyes was even greater.

In the kitchen.

Ji's mother had already cooked and was lighting the fire. When she saw her coming in, she quickly said, "I don't need your help here. Why don't you go out and sit down? Let's chat. We'll be fine in a while."

Tang Xuan started to fight while chatting with her with a smile.

Chatting with people is her strength. She meets all kinds of clients, so it's much more difficult than this.

"There's no reason for you to cook." Ji's mother said and called Ji Yang.

The other party came over in response, looked at Tang Xuan and smiled, "Mom, just sit down. You can warm yourself up by the fire while sitting next to her. She hasn't gotten used to the cold weather yet."

Ji's mother was gentle and didn't let her out anymore. Instead, she cared about her and brought her a small stool to sit closer to the fire.

Tang Xuan's task was to add firewood. After a while, Ji Yang also brought a stool and sat next to her, occasionally passing food to Ji's mother.

Originally, Ji's mother was cooking alone, but three people were crowded in the small kitchen, and laughter could be heard from time to time.

Finally, even Ji's father came in and listened to several people talking.

The night is getting dark, and the aroma of food is spreading.

Braised diced chicken, stir-fried beans with minced meat, stir-fried shredded pickled radish with lotus root, stir-fried cabbage, fried egg with chopped green onion, and a tofu soup.

A few home-cooked dishes are enough for four people.

In the living room, the dishes have been served and Tang Xuan has set up the stools, but the light in the room is a bit dim and dim.

She did feel a little uncomfortable.

This feeling is like the lights on the roadside. It's not walking time. She still likes a brighter environment.

Although she thought so in her heart, she couldn't say it. Ji Yang seemed to know her inner thoughts, "Mom, is this light bulb broken?"

"We have light bulbs. Look at my brain. I forgot about it until I changed it." Ji's mother said and walked to her room.

Her father-in-law's room is on the first floor, next to the kitchen.

"I'm going to get a ladder and change the light bulb." Ji Yang said and strode towards the warehouse upstairs.

Tang Xuan stood there, looking at Ji's father who was sitting there, and he seemed to be a little frustrated and helpless.

Thinking about it carefully, he was suddenly injured and began to have trouble moving. This was something he used to do, but now he can't do it.

For a moment, she didn't know how to comfort him and didn't dare to speak rashly.

Ji Yang took down the ladder and took the light bulb from Ji's mother. Tang Xuan walked over and held the ladder while he replaced the light bulb in a few clicks.

Turning on the light again, the room was bright and bright.

"If the light bulb is broken, you must replace it in time, otherwise it will be bad for your eyes." Ji Yang packed the replaced one and threw it into the trash can.

"Mom knows." Ji's mother smiled and looked at Tang Xuan, "Is Xuanxuan hungry? Sit down and eat quickly."

"Auntie, please sit down too." Tang Xuan said to her.

Ji's mother smiled happily, urging Ji Yang to add briquettes to the stove, and then pushed the stove towards Tang Xuan.

In today's society where electric stoves and heaters are commonly used, Ji's stove is probably more than ten years old. It is made of stone mud and has a layer of rusty iron on the outside.

Put briquettes into the stove to generate heat.

"No, I'm not cold." Tang Xuan refused repeatedly, "Just leave it to you and your uncle."

"We are all used to this weather. If you catch a cold, you won't get better. We are all a family, and I know you need it." Ji Yang dragged her towards her.

Tang Xuan was embarrassed and couldn't tell him anything.

Ji's mother knew she was embarrassed, so she didn't smile. Instead, she served her some rice, "Let's eat first, and eat more."

"Thank you, auntie." She took it.

Ji's father is a serious person and speaks well, but he will change the meat and put it in front of her when eating.

"Xiaoyang, why have you lost so much weight? Eat more, are you working too hard?" Ji's mother looked at Ji Yang, her fleshy face was gone, but she felt distressed, and continued, "It's not even during the New Year. Eat some meat and gain weight."

"Ahem, cough, cough." Ji Yang almost choked when he was halfway through eating. He gave Tang Xuan a piece of meat and looked at Ji's mother, "Mom, do you know how much effort I put in to lose weight? I can't gain weight back. I'm no better now." Were you handsome before?"

"No way, now it's like a bamboo pole, eat more meat." Ji's mother denied it without thinking, with a look of disgust.

"What bamboo pole? It's too exaggerated." Ji Yang was dissatisfied.

"Young people like to mess around." Ji's father also said with a straight face and a preaching tone, "To do some tricks."

"Okay, I won't say anything anymore." Ji Yang shut up.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, Xuanxuan, let's eat more. It's a blessing to be able to eat. How can we be so particular about it?" Ji's mother said, taking the spoon on the side and filling Tang Xuan with another spoonful of diced chicken.

"Yes." Tang Xuan nodded obediently.

The older generation does not worry as much as they do. Many times, this generation is anxious because they think too much.