It's really fragrant after the flash marriage with the black-bellied third uncle

However, Jiang Li hadn't been happy for long when she heard Zhu Changqing's voice of disgust.

"Don't separate pots? It's more hygienic for each person to have a separate pot."

"Country A has implemented a meal-sharing system for many years. Meal-sharing can better isolate cross-infection of Helicobacter pylori and reduce the probability of gastric diseases."

Eri: ...

You are right.

But is this the time to talk about this?

"Uncle Zhu, the pot at home is just not enough, how about you make do with it?"

As Jiang Li spoke, she scooped a bowl of chicken soup for Yuan Shen and said to herself angrily: "Kissing will also exchange Helicobacter pylori in the mouth! Let's just stop kissing."

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Jiang Li looked directly at Zhu Changqing: "And...Uncle Zhu, you've been single for so many years, so why not just stay alone?"

Zhu Changqing:......

Jiang Li was ladling soup as he spoke. When he was serving it for himself, he accidentally touched the edge of the pot and let out a soft hiss.

Yuan Shen quickly grabbed her hand to check and pulled her to rinse.

When the two returned to the small dining table, he fed Jiang Li with a spoon and brought a mouthful of chicken soup to Jiang Li's mouth: "If your hand is burned, I'll feed you."

"It's not that pretentious!" Jiang Li signaled him with crazy eyes: The elder is here!

Yuan Shen also glanced at Zhu Changqing with the tail of his eyes: I'm giving a demonstration!

Jiang Li took a sip of the chicken soup she was fed, but her expression was completely unanticipated.

She had long since given up her unrealistic fantasies about Zhu Changqing.

As expected, Zhu Changqing glanced at the two of them expressionlessly, then looked at Xiaoman who was sleeping soundly, and asked: "Where is the room? I will help you carry him up to sleep."

After saying that, without waiting for Mrs. Qi to refuse, she forcefully picked up Jiang Xiaoman from Mrs. Qi's hands.

As soon as he picked up Xiaoman, Zhu Changqing frowned and said, "This kid is really heavy."

This is true. Jiang Xiaoman has been practicing boxing recently. His whole body is full of muscles. He is heavy when he holds him, much heavier than an average young man.

But Mrs. Qi's favorite was Xiao Man, and she wasn't happy to hear him bury her like this.

"If you can't do it, let me hold it myself."

Zhu Changqing avoided Mrs. Qi's hand to take Jiang Xiaoman back, and asked with a stiff expression: "Where is the room?"

Seeing Yuan Shen and Jiang Li pretending to be dead, Mrs. Qi took the initiative to lead the way, took Zhu Changqing upstairs, and then ordered Zhu Changqing to put the child down gently.

But when Xiao Man first touched the mattress, he still felt a little uncomfortable and subconsciously grabbed Mrs. Qi's arm.

Mrs. Qi's heart felt warm, and she felt a sense of happiness of being needed. She let Xiao Man hold her with one hand and patted his back gently with the other hand.

Patted very patiently.

Didn't find it troublesome at all.

She looked at the sleeping Jiang Xiaoman with a warm smile and whispered, "This child grows up so fast.

I have taken care of him since he was born. He has loved to sleep holding my arm since he was little.

I didn't expect that he would become so big in a blink of an eye. "

As she said this, Mrs. Qi seemed to have thought of something, and her eyes turned red.

After Xiao Man fell asleep completely, Mrs. Qi and Zhu Changqing went downstairs.

By this time, Yuan Shen and Jiang Li had already disappeared.

The fifth uncle greeted the two people respectfully: "Sixth Master and his wife have gone back to their room to rest. They asked me to tell you that there is a blizzard outside and wait for the snow to stop tomorrow before sending you back. You two need to warm up after eating. After chicken soup, just go to the guest room and rest.”

"Yeah." Zhu Changqing responded coldly.

Mrs. Qi also sat down for the rare occasion and asked Uncle Wu for some soju. Then she turned her head and asked Zhu Changqing: "Do you want to drink it?"

"Drink." Zhu Changqing responded.

Mrs. Qi poured him a glass of soju and poured another glass for herself.

After taking a sip of soju, I felt a burning sensation from my throat to my stomach.

Zhu Changqing noticed her discomfort and gave her a bowl of chicken soup.

"Drinking on an empty stomach is not good."

"Thank you." Mrs. Qi took a sip of the hot chicken soup, poured herself another glass of soju, and continued.

"This kid, Xiaoman, looks really good."

Mrs. Qi glanced sideways at Zhu Changqing: "Do you know what my son said before he was executed?"

Zhu Changqing didn't ask, but Mrs. Qi continued talking.

"Later, an acquaintance in prison told me. He called Mom, Mom, I was wrong; Mom, I'm scared; Mom, save me...

They told me that before he died, he was so frightened that he peed and was so embarrassed..."

Mrs. Qi secretly wiped her tears and took another sip of soju.

“When I was young, I always thought about being an independent woman and working hard to achieve my personal value.

I think that by setting an example for my children and being strict with them, my children will not make mistakes.

I am old and rich, but my son and daughter died tragically... At this time, I was shocked to realize that there is no use having more money? "

Mrs. Qi took another sip of soju and looked at Zhu Changqing with some determination.

"I was originally a person who was about to die, a person who insisted on stepping into Buddhism. It was Xiao Man. Xiao Man gave me the courage to live and gave me hope.

Xiaoman is a chance given to me by God. I regard Xiaoman as my son.

The only wish I have left in this life is to see Xiaoman grow up healthily and become a decent-thinking person.

Other than that, I can't think of anything else. Marriage and love are no longer necessary for me.

When the snow stops, you can leave. Don't waste your time with me. Moreover, I am too old to bear children for you anymore. You'd better find a good man again. "

With that said, Mrs. Qi stood up leisurely and returned to the room where she had been living since she came to Yuan's house.

When the door was about to close, Zhu Changqing's big hand suddenly appeared in his field of vision, grasped the door panel, and forced the door open.