My beloved wife is reborn, let's get divorced, Mr. Prime Minister

There is no reason why she, a Beijinger, doesn't know about this, but she, who was born and raised in Jinling, knows about it.

Meng Ruoxi said, "Yesterday, the shopkeeper who had just returned from the capital city was discussing matters at home. I overheard a few words in my spare time. He probably talked about the concerns here. Because I heard your master's name, I listened a few more times."

"And yet I was caught by my mother-in-law. Did she give me a good scolding?"

Meng Ruoxi curled her lips and picked up the snacks on the table. She liked Song Qingcheng's date paste pastry the most. It was sweet, soft and very delicious.

Upon hearing this, Song Qingcheng understood the problem. If her husband's family were doing business, they would mostly use water transportation. Although the cost of north-south water transportation has become higher due to siltation, and they have to take a detour via land transportation, it is generally faster than land transportation, so the time difference will occur.

If her guess was correct, she would soon receive news from the capital.

"Manman, what do you think I should do?"

Meng Ruoxi has always been lively and cheerful, and it is rare for her to have her fair and tender face wrinkled like it is today.

Seeing Zhuang Song Qingcheng, he put Xie Wan Ning's matter aside for the time being.

Looking at Meng Ruoxi who was lying on the table with a sad face, "Tell me, what's wrong with you!"

Meng Ruoxi suddenly raised her head from the table: "It's all because of my biased parents-in-law. We are all born from the same mother, but they always favor Second Master. All good things fall on Second Master's head. Obviously, my wife is the eldest and the legitimate son. But as the eldest, we respect the old and love the young, so we don't care too much!

"But the old hag loves to make trouble. She can't stand the kindness of the old man to me and always makes trouble for me!"

"What are you talking about? It's not easy for men to work hard outside. Men are in a high position, while women are in a sad position. Women should abide by the law, be thrifty and manage the household. You don't have to dress up every day. But these beautiful clothes I've been wearing recently were all given by you, or I bought them with my own dowry money."

"What's even worse is that my husband and I have only been married for less than half a year, and my mother-in-law has already started urging me to have children, to have more offspring, and to have more branches and families. There are three kinds of unfilial behavior, and the worst is to have no offspring! She makes me behave myself from time to time."

"Oh, I'm so mad"

Meng Ruoxi slapped the table angrily and said unhappily

"And, what's even more hateful is that the old witch said that I was young and couldn't manage the household, so she took my dowry away for herself."

Song Qingcheng felt suffocated when she heard this because she was extremely familiar with these words. It seemed that her mother-in-law Xie had said the same thing in her previous life.

In her previous life, she obeyed these doctrines as if they were imperial decrees.

"What's your husband's attitude?"

Song Qingcheng poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of her.

Meng Ruoxi picked it up and drank it down in one gulp. Then she said, "All year round, he is always traveling around the country and can't come back to the mansion very often. Otherwise, he has been married for half a year and still has no children. I don't want to tell him about these dirty things in the backyard. After all, he is his mother and father!"

"So your husband doesn't know that your mother-in-law made you behave and even took away your dowry."

Song Qingcheng asked.

Meng Ruoxi shook her head and said she didn't know.

Song Qingcheng understood it, but there was one thing she didn't understand. In such a big world, there is always a common phenomenon.

For a family.

The people who often make things difficult for others are usually those who are also from other families.

Any family with a bit of dignity would never use the daughter-in-law's dowry, let alone encroach on her dowry. This is really shameless.

Song Qingcheng said: "Actually, it's not your mother-in-law's fault!"

"Ah? Manman, you are not sick or confused, right? Why are you still talking to that old witch? Who are you from?"

Meng Ruoxi said angrily.

Song Qingcheng said calmly: "Don't you think the root of the problem lies with your husband?"

Meng Ruoxi didn't understand, and opened her big round eyes, "What do you mean? Although my husband is busy with foreign affairs all year round and has a wooden temper, we respect each other in private, which is good."

Song Qingcheng said, "That's why your mother-in-law makes things difficult for you. In her eyes, your husband doesn't care about you. So, your husband just needs to strongly defend you in front of your mother-in-law once. Then, even if your mother-in-law wants to make things difficult for you in the future, she will have to think twice before doing so."

"But the most important thing is that you don't just accept it."

"But if that's the case, what if that old witch says I'm unfilial?"

Meng Ruoxi continued to ask.

"A mother is kind and a son is filial. After all, a mother must be kind first before a son can be filial, right? Moreover, between people, if someone respects me one foot, I will respect him one yard. Those who respect others will also be respected by others. Those who disrespect others should be treated in the same way they are treated."

Meng Ruoxi nodded fiercely, "I understand, Manman, blindly yielding will only make the other party take advantage of it!"

Song Qingcheng smiled. Her brain was not broken after all. She could still recognize the situation. It all depended on herself, otherwise it would be useless no matter what others said.

"My mother-in-law is a Buddhist, but she doesn't have a kind heart. She even wants Buddha to bless her. It's ridiculous."

Meng Ruoxi sneered.

Hearing this, a thought suddenly flashed through Song Qingcheng's mind, "Are you saying that your mother-in-law withheld your dowry?"

"Yup!"

Song Qingcheng sneered and thought of a way to help Meng Ruoxi get the dowry back from her mother-in-law. She told Meng Ruoxi her method and asked her to do as she said.

Meng Ruoxi's eyes lit up as she listened. She nodded repeatedly and said that she would try it when she returned home.

However, he finally said, but where to get the medicine? This is a bit difficult!

Song Qingcheng said that she would take care of the matter, and after she got the medicine, she asked Xia Hesong to deliver it to her personally.

Meng Ruoxi left Ripple Garden happily.

In fact, Song Qingcheng's method was very simple and clear, because after she heard Meng Ruoxi say that her mother-in-law was a devout believer in Buddha, she asked in detail. Meng Ruoxi told her that her mother-in-law had reached a state of obsession.

In addition to going to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha every month, he would also invite nuns from the nunnery to perform rituals in the house.

This will be easier to handle.

For this matter, Song Qingcheng originally asked Wu Songsong to inquire about Pei Huaizhi's whereabouts, but unexpectedly, Pei Huaizhi returned home at dinner time.

Song Qingcheng hurriedly asked Xia He to add another set of bowls and chopsticks and sweet rice porridge, and asked carefully, "Do you want some more side dishes?"

Pei Huaizhi said directly without being polite, "The stir-fried seasonal vegetables last time tasted good!"

"That's easy. Wait for me here for a while. I'll go get ready!"

Song Qingcheng stood up and was about to prepare.

Pei Huaizhi also stood up and said calmly, "Together!"

Song Qingcheng exclaimed, "Don't you men always say that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen?"

When she said this, Pei Huaizhi had already walked out of the room before her.

Seeing this, Song Qingcheng, who had become a master chef through hard work behind the scenes, took a few steps faster.

The small kitchen was not far away and the ingredients were ready. It was not difficult to simply stir-fry a few green vegetables. In fact, the reason why Song Qingcheng's stir-fried vegetables tasted better than usual was because Song Qingcheng made her own lard.

Song Qingcheng put on the armband and asked someone to prepare a fire.

At first, Pei Huaizhi stood tall and slender, with his arms folded across his chest, half leaning on the door frame of the small kitchen, giving him the temperament of a dandy young man.

Seeing that Song Qingcheng was ready and had someone light the fire, he took the initiative to stand up and said, "You all go down, I'll do it!

Upon hearing this, everyone, including Song Qingcheng, was stunned.

The attendant who had followed him since childhood was even more shocked. He looked back every few steps and retreated.

"Can you do it!"

Song Qingcheng asked stupidly.

Pei Huaizhi said in an ambiguous tone, "Madam, you can try. I think I can do it." After that, he prepared to make a fire.

"I don't want your opinion, I want my absolute opinion. I think it's better for Master San to just watch from the side. Don't hurt your hands!"

At this moment, Song Qingcheng had no idea that she was just overthinking.

Pei Huaizhi just smiled and said nothing. He bent down confidently and added some dry firewood to the stove.

Seeing Pei Huaizhi insisting on attacking her, she reminded him, "Stir-fry the vegetables over high heat!"

"it is good!"

"When adding oil, the sound is quite loud!" Song Qingcheng said, and then she scooped the lard into the wok. However, she did not expect that the hot wok and the cold oil did not produce any sparks at all. It could be said that there was no sound at all.

Song Qingcheng: "......."

Turning around, I saw only a small, weak flame burning in the stove.

Song Qingcheng couldn't help laughing in her heart. It turned out that there were things that Pei Huaizhi was not good at.

"Let me do it!"

She said with a curve of her lips.

But Pei Huaizhi glanced at her, and she tactfully remained normal, not wanting Pei Huaizhi to see her smile.

Pei Huaizhi saw how hard she was trying to hold it in, and said without feeling any embarrassment, "No need to hold it in!"

Now, even Song Qingcheng's eyes were tinged with smiles.

"There's a bellows next to it, you need to pull it!"

Pei Huaizhi then noticed the pull rod next to him, but after trying it for a few times, the faint flame not only did not become stronger, but became weaker and weaker, and finally trembled and went out completely.

For several times in a row, the fire failed to start.

Song Qingcheng was absolutely amused at first, but she couldn't laugh in the end because she saw that Pei Huaizhi was really not good at making fire and cooking, so she asked her to do it.

But Pei Huai said that one should finish what one starts, and there is no way to give up just because it is difficult.

Got it!

Song Qingcheng was so angry that she couldn't have this dinner.

Sui Anxin also squatted on the ground and watched Pei Huaizhi make a fire.

Song Qingcheng yawned and sat on the small chair with her eyelids propped up. The time was really long, and the moon outside the window had risen.

She was a little sleepy, and her head paused from time to time like a chick pecking at rice. She then suddenly raised her head, rubbed her eyes, and continued to help him make a fire.

Pei Huaizhi's behavior tonight clearly showed that Song Qingcheng wanted his help, so Pei Huaizhi made this request. Now he felt a little reluctant.

"Wait here, I'll be back soon!"

Pei Huaizhi said after failing several times.

"You've given up!"

Song Qingcheng perked up and asked.

"Don't move, I'm going to get some things!"

"Ah? Oh!"

Pei Huaizhi dusted off his robe, stood up and walked out of the kitchen!

When Song Qingcheng saw Pei Huaizhi's back disappear, she couldn't sleep and said sadly, "This guy must have obsessive-compulsive disorder!"

Because she needed Pei Huaizhi's help with something, Song Qingcheng naturally had to show her sincerity, so she sat obediently on the small stool and returned.

Fortunately, it didn't take long before she heard footsteps and Pei Huaizhi came back.

Song Qingcheng perked up and looked towards the door. She was stunned to see Pei Huaizhi coming in with a pile of documents.

"Master Pei, are you going to handle official documents in the kitchen?"

Pei Huaizhi put the document on the ground indifferently, and said in a light tone, "Of course not, I feel these are easier to start a fire!"

"These should be enough for you to stir-fry some vegetables!"

Pei Huaizhi said this in a way that was shocking.

Hearing this, Song Qingcheng looked at the official documents on the ground, then looked at Pei Huaizhi, and silently came to a conclusion in her heart that Pei Huaizhi might be crazy!

Pei Huaizhi picked up the document and was about to throw it into the stove. Song Qingcheng was shocked and said "Ah" and grabbed Pei Huaizhi's sleeve.

"Master Pei, the imperial seal is stuck on it, how can you just burn it?"

He turned his head and lowered his gaze at the white jade fingers clasped on his narrow sleeves. Perhaps because of the strength used, the fingertips were slightly glowing pink. He found that she always had the habit of pulling her sleeves in certain specific circumstances.

Pei Huaizhi raised his eyelids slightly and looked at her and said, "It doesn't matter. Instead of looking at these nonsense things that are an eyesore, it's better to burn them. They are still of some use, aren't they?"

These words were indeed somewhat outrageous, but because they came from Pei Huaizhi's mouth, they felt extremely reasonable.

Needless to say, this document was extremely flammable. Once ignited, it would crackle and burn even without bellows.

Cooking oil over high heat is surprisingly suitable for frying dishes. It is very useful, very useful.

Finally, with the support of an important document from the court, a plate of stir-fried seasonal vegetables that took an hour to prepare was ready.

It's green and very beautiful.

See Zhuang!

Pei Huaizhi was very satisfied.

Song Qingcheng's mouth twitched. The other meals were already cold by now.

By the time we finished our meal, the moon was already at its highest point in the sky.

However, Song Qingcheng saw that Pei Huaizhi seemed to be in a good mood.

"Ahem...that"

Pei Huaizhi raised his eyebrows, "Something happened. I want to redeem the conditions I promised you last time!"

"Of course not! You can't use a butcher knife to kill chickens!"

Song Qingcheng said.

"Next, I just have a small request!"

"Ok!"

Seeing that Pei Huaizhi didn't say no, Song Qingcheng continued, "Third Master, your medical skills are superb. Do you know if there is a kind of medicine that can cause a normal person to have a headache, but can only be cured with the antidote?"

Pei Huaizhi looked at her, his eyes full of inquiry.

"It's not a bad thing!"

Song Qingcheng said, it's just...