Travel through time and become the wronged stepmother

Jiang Luorou took the yellowed cloth bag, opened it, broke off a small piece, put it in her mouth and chewed it.

A caramelized and crispy texture spread in my mouth, "Well, it tastes exactly the same as grandma's."

Thinking of this, Jiang Luorou couldn't help but feel sour in her heart, her brows furrowed and tears filled her eyes.

When the old woman saw Jiang Luorou's appearance, she thought she couldn't get used to eating such coarse food.

The kind smile disappeared instantly, and he said in an urgent tone.

"It's because I, an old woman, didn't think well enough to give you such an unworthy thing."

"It's dirty your mouth, drink some water and rinse it out quickly."

As she spoke, she went to the main house to find water for Jiang Luorou to drink.

Jiang Luorou stopped her and explained the reason to her with a smile.

When the old woman heard this, she breathed a sigh of relief and took Jiang Luorou's hand to invite her to her home.

"Master, we are having fumigong noodles for lunch today. Would you like to go and eat some as a favor?"

Jiang Luorou happened to be a little greedy for the noodles made by her grandmother, but she tried several times and couldn't make it taste that way.

What the old woman said instantly aroused the greed in my stomach, and because I couldn't satisfy the old woman, I agreed.

While the two were chatting for a while, the tenants had already received the food they were longing for.

First, I came to say hello to Jiang Luorou, and returned home with a happy face, carrying large and small bags.

The old woman's youngest son Si'er also came to Jiang Luorou's side at this time.

He scratched his head in embarrassment and apologized to Jiang Luoju for what happened yesterday, and then thanked her for helping his mother yesterday.

Then he came to the old woman and patted the bag on his shoulder.

"Mom! Look, I got such a big bag of food. Now I don't have to worry about food anymore."

"Be sure to prepare delicious food for me when you get back. Look, I've been starving and thin these past few days."

Si'er pouted and patted his belly dissatisfiedly, coquettishly asking for food from the old woman.

It was so funny that Jiang Luorou covered her face with her sleeves and laughed. The sadness she felt just now was long gone.

The old woman first gave her precious son a violent shudder, which caused the son to cover his forehead and scream.

The old woman didn't care how Si'er was wailing, and then turned her attention to Jiang Luorou.

He said lovingly: "Then I will take Si'er home first. You must remember to come at noon!"

Jiang Luorou held the old woman's calloused hands and assured her with a firm tone.

"Don't worry, aunt, I will definitely be there at noon."

The old woman turned back three times and reluctantly took her four children away.

Jiang Luorou looked at the remaining grains and ordered Tiebiao'er to transport them back to the main house and put them away.

Jiang Luorou returned home and sat on the stone bench next to the bamboo forest, thinking about her visit to Si'er's house at noon.

She couldn't just go and lick a face with empty hands!

You have to bring something so as not to be disrespectful. Jiang Luorou considered that the old woman had lost all her teeth a long time ago, so it was not appropriate to send meat.

After much thought, she thought it would be better to make some tofu and send it over. It was soft, tender and nutritious, so it was perfect.

Jiang Luorou looked at the sky and saw that it was getting late, so she took out more than ten kilograms of soybeans, added water to them and put them into the spirit field space.

About half an hour later, the soybeans in the space have been soaked.

Jiang Luorou took the soaked soybeans out of the space and put them in the kitchen.

She went to the backyard to find the iron block where she was practicing boxing and kicking.

The two worked together to make tofu, and finally the tofu was ready at noon.

Jiang Luorou used a food box to put a few pieces of the prepared tofu into it, and then put in a plate of soft, glutinous and sweet mung bean cake.

Carrying the food box, Lao Wangtou led him to the outside of a clean and tidy thatched house.

Lao Wang stepped forward and knocked on the door, and Si'er's voice came from inside.

"Hey! I'll come right away." As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened with a "squeak" from the inside.

Si'er stuck his head out and looked outside, and saw clearly that the person coming was Jiang Luorou.

Without further delay, he hurried out and greeted me with a smile.

"Master, uncle! You are here, come in and sit down."

Lao Wangtou has already sent people there, and it will be a little awkward to stay here any longer. So I found a greaser and left here.

Jiang Luorou followed Si'er's footsteps with a food box and entered the yard surrounded by fences.

Although this yard is simple and crude, it is kept clean and gives people a sense of peace and tranquility.

Especially the dozen or so chirping, tender yellow chickens added a lot of lively vitality to the yard.

At this time, Si'er's mother heard the sound and walked out of the kitchen with a spatula in hand.

He walked straight to Jiang Luorou and showed a warm smile.

"Master, you go and sit in the room first. The food will be ready in a moment."

Si'er's mother then fixed her gaze on Jiang Luorou's hands.

"What else did you bring when you came to my place? Why are you so polite?"

"You'd better take it back later! It's just a meal, there's no need to spend such money."

Jiang Luorou persuaded Si'er's mother to accept the contents of the food box.

"But let's agree that it's just this once. I'll be angry next time if I keep showing off like this."

Si'er Niang suddenly slapped her forehead as if she had remembered something.

He quickly walked towards the kitchen, "Hey! It's broken. There's still noodles cooking on my pot!"

As she walked, she scolded her youngest son, "How old are you, Si'er? You still don't know the rules of hospitality."

"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you invite me in for tea soon?"

"Oh! Got it, mother." Si'er agreed to her mother and brought Jiang Luorou to the main room.

Jiang Luorou came to the main room and sat down, curiously looking at the furnishings in the room.

There was nothing else in the room except a worn-out wooden table and a few benches that creaked when touched. It was as shabby as it could be.

"It seems that the villagers here are living a very poor life!"

"But since they are the ones following her, it wouldn't be too much to give them some soup!"

At this time, Si'er came in from the outside, holding a teapot with several cracks and several tea bowls with saw nails and a few chips on the edge of the bowl.

Si'er put the tea set on the table, poured a glass of water and put it in front of Jiang Luorou.

"The conditions at home are simple, so please don't blame me."

Jiang Luorou picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, and said with a smile: "How could it be? Si'er, you don't need to worry."

It didn't take long for the food to be served on the table, including a plate of pickles, a plate of fried shepherd's purse, a bowl of scrambled eggs with little oil and water, and several bowls of steaming noodles.

Jiang Luorou first picked up the bowl of muddy noodles and tasted them carefully. Sure enough, it was exactly the same as what her grandmother made.

She drank two large bowls in a row before stopping. She noticed Si'er's resentful eyes and realized her gaffe.

"Um, should I eat your portion too?"