Abandoning my husband and son, I raised my six daughters to live happily

"Did you see it? It's all rice porridge. There's no grains at all, it's all rice!"

"Oh, the old Zhang family is really promising, they actually brought so much rice porridge."

"Isn't that right? How much does this white rice porridge cost? If we add all the rice in the households of the village together, we probably won't be able to make this much porridge."

"I haven't had white rice porridge for a long time. I will drink it all in a while and lick the bottom of the bowl."

"Me too, I haven't had rice porridge for a long time. If my child knew that there was white rice porridge to drink at work, he would definitely follow us to work."

Everyone quickly started gossiping about Meng Suisui.

"You guys think, could this rice be brought by Zhang Peng's sister? I think his sister is quite rich and can afford to drive a car, so she can definitely afford rice."

"Zhang Peng already said that the girl is not a relative of Zhang Peng's family. He just calls her sister."

"I know, you say rich people are different. Look at her temperament, chatty words, etc., she is obviously different from us rural ladies."

"Of course, what kind of life they live is what we live. We are not from the same world at all."

"But I think that woman is quite nice. I heard that this woman made the snow plow and the snow plow. And last night, this woman also helped Zhang Peng and the others remove Zhang Laosan from the dirt. The person who dug him out and resuscitated him is a stranger to everyone, but he has done so much for our village just after we met him. I think he is a good person."

"I also think she's pretty good. Look at her now, she's still there helping us serve porridge, and she has a pretty good attitude towards us. I don't think she looks down on us at all."

"Yeah, I always thought that rich people's eyes were at the top of their heads. After seeing her, I realized that rich people also have particularly good people."

Everyone was praising Meng Suisui to the heavens, but Meng Suisui himself had no idea.

She distributed porridge to everyone seriously.

Because she cooked a lot of porridge, she didn't have to worry about someone not being able to get it at the end, so when he served it to everyone, he filled it carefully.

Each serving is the same amount, and even those who like to fuss over everything can't find any fault with her.

Three groups of people distributed porridge to the villagers at the same time. In less than 20 minutes, all the villagers received the porridge.

Cheng Yu waited until the end to eat. Meng Suisui filled a large bowl for him and handed it over to him. Cheng Yu sincerely thanked him.

She turned around and saw Zhang Peng and the others who were serving porridge with him. They were all standing dumbly, swallowing greedily, but no one ate first.

These silly kids are too honest.

They won't eat if she doesn't ask?

Meng Suisui said with a helpless smile.

"What are you waiting for? Eat quickly, there is so much left, you can eat as much as you want, you will be full."

"Okay, sister, let's eat now."

Everyone finally waited for Meng Suisui's words, happily agreed, and then hurriedly bent down to serve the porridge.

Meng Suisui had already eaten at home. She was not going to eat, but was going to take care of Song Youcai.

After all, they came with her.

She had just taken two steps when she was blocked by someone.

She raised her head in surprise and saw Zhang Peng holding a bowl of steaming porridge in both hands.

"Sister, have some porridge."

This silly boy was very hungry himself, but he still served her a bowl first.

This kind of silly sincerity is so touching.

Meng Suisui raised her hand and pushed the bowl back.

"I have eaten at your house this morning. Please eat quickly. It will get cold in a while."

Zhang Peng scratched his head and said naively, "Oh, sister, I'll eat it then."

"Go."

Meng Suisui watched Zhang Peng leave, looked away, and continued walking towards Song Youcai.

Song Youcai lay hunched on the ground with an empty bowl in front of him.

Meng Suisui asked.

"Do you still want to eat? Can I serve you some more?"

When Song Youcai saw her coming, he raised his eyes and asked.

"I see the village chief just said one bowl per person, can I serve more?"

Meng Suisui nodded and said unequivocally, "Of course you can. You are the person I brought here. You are different from them."

"I feel a lot tougher right away. You don't even know it. I've been so exhausted this whole night. I've never been so tired in my life."

Song Youcai said and handed over the bowl.

"I'm really tired. Please give me some more, Boss Meng. Thank you, Boss Meng."

"You're welcome, just wait."

Meng Suisui took the bowl and went to serve the porridge.

While serving the porridge, Meng Suisui felt many pairs of eyes staring at her.

But when she looked up, those eyes were avoided invariably.

Meng Suisui pretended not to see the uncomfortable villagers, and after serving the porridge, she went straight to Song Youcai.

Zhang Peng was full after finishing a large bowl of porridge, but he still wanted to eat.

With so many villagers watching, he was too embarrassed to serve it again, so he silently put the bowl into the basin for collecting dirty bowls.

At this time, an old man in his sixties carried a bowl and walked to the basin where the dirty dishes were collected. He looked at it and then walked towards Zhang Peng.

"Boy Peng, I'm not full, can you have some more?"

Zhang Peng scratched his head in embarrassment and said.

"Uncle, if I serve it to you, others will definitely come over to ask for porridge. What do you think I will do then?"

"They want what's theirs, so why don't you just give it to them? What's so difficult about that?"

"Isn't this bad? Everyone is here to help me, I can't treat them differently."

"What? Don't you blush when you say this?"

"Why am I blushing?"

"You said you don't treat people differently, so why can that guy finish a bowl and then fill up half the bowl?"

The old man pointed at Song Youcai and said angrily.

Zhang Peng followed the other person's fingers and glanced at Meng Suisui and Song Youcai, who were sitting together and chatting not far away.

While eating just now, he heard Jiang Lingling explain the causes and consequences of making porridge, and knew that the rice was given to their family by Meng Suisui.

Without Meng Suisui, so many people would not be able to eat hot rice porridge.

Someone actually picked on Meng Suisui. He thought the other person was ridiculous and unreasonable.

He spread his hands and said.

"People can eat as much as they want, it doesn't matter to us."

"Why doesn't it matter? We are all here to help, aren't they here to help too? Why should they be treated differently from us?"

As soon as these words came out, a woman with a sinister face immediately came out to echo, jumped up and said.

"Yes, why are the treatments different? Do you look down on us? Just because they have money, do you let them eat more? It's so unfair of you. If you do this for a while, no one will help your family."

Zhang Peng sighed helplessly and said.

"Uncle, auntie, can you two stop making trouble? Let me tell you the truth, all the rice used to make porridge is Boss Meng's. Isn't it normal for my friends to eat one more bowl? Even if they eat ten bowls more, It has nothing to do with us. If Boss Meng hadn’t used his own rice to cook porridge for us, we all wouldn’t have had to drink it. We should be grateful to them and not blame them, right?”

After hearing Zhang Peng's words, the villagers started talking one after another.