The scumbag reborn to choose Bai Yueguang: He regretted it

"Xiaolan, come and try your aunt's cooking." Li Aizhen had heard about Xu Xiaolan's experience from Qiao Zhixia, and she instinctively felt sorry for her.

"I just don't know if people from you big cities can get used to these big bowls of dishes in our countryside?" Qiao Xinguo smiled a little embarrassedly.

Li Aizhen's cooking skills have always been remarkable. Today she made braised pork with preserved vegetables, pan-fried tofu, a large piece of sweet and sour carp, crispy pork and vermicelli soup, and two plates of spicy dried radish and spicy cabbage that she pickled herself.

Although it is not presented in an exquisite manner, it is fragrant and the quantity is large and substantial.

"I'm used to it. I'm grateful to you for hosting me, uncle and aunt. How could I possibly dislike it?"

After Xu Xiaolan finished speaking, she stood up and poured a few glasses of wine to toast the people at the table.

"Come on, raise your glasses. We wish Jingyang Company great success and prosperity in the coming year. We also wish uncles and aunts good health and eternal youth."

Xu Xiaolan is an extrovert, enthusiastic and generous person. After she took over as the host, the honest and introverted couple felt even more embarrassed.

Qiao Xinguo has a bad heart, but maybe because he has eaten a lot of Jingyang vegetables during this period, or maybe because he has been properly cared for, it won’t be a problem if he drinks less.

Several people raised their glasses together, looking forward to the future, welcoming the New Year and a new life.

"Auntie, did you make these dried radishes and spicy cabbage? They are so delicious!" Xu Xiaolan couldn't stop eating after tasting Li Aizhen's pickles.

Qiao Zhixia also tasted it, and the taste... could only be described by the word "amazing".

Just with this plate of pickles, she can eat a bowl of rice.

"Mom, your pickle-making skills have improved! They are really delicious."

Although I know that the taste of these pickles is improved by the use of her Jingyangcai, my mother's control over the sauce also played an important role.

"Yes, Auntie, you can open the store now."

"It's not that exaggerated. This thing is not rare. Everyone can make it, except..." Li Aizhen cast a slightly disdainful look at Qiao Zhixia.

"Mom, why are you staring at me?"

"When I was little, I didn't learn my lesson. I had to climb trees to rob bird nests. As a result, I can't even make good pickled cabbage now. It goes bad every time I make it."

“Puchi~Hahahaha…” Qiao Chudong and Xu Xiaolan both burst out laughing, even Yaya joined in the laughter.

"That's all superstition." Qiao Zhixia pouted in dissatisfaction.

"Then tell me why you are the only one in our family who doesn't know how to pickle vegetables? Even your dad can do it."

"I..." Qiao Zhixia was speechless. Some things really could not be explained.

Xu Xiaonan suddenly said seriously: "To be honest, Auntie, this skill of yours really can't be buried. I think Zhizhi, you can open a canning factory to open up markets outside the province, or even overseas."

"Cane factory?" Several people looked at Xu Xiaolan.

"Yes, we use Jingyang fruits and vegetables as raw materials to produce canned fruits, preserved fruits, pickles, pickles and sauces. With the quality and taste of your Jingyang vegetables, the sales volume will definitely not disappoint you."

"Yes! If we simply sell vegetables and fruits, issues such as transportation and storage will be restricted, and we may not be able to go too far. But canned food is different." Qiao Chudong also thought it was feasible.

Xu Xiaolan's suggestion coincides with her future development direction in some aspects.

"I originally wanted to take my Jing Yang Cai to the Canton Fair next autumn to try to win export quotas. Now it seems I can bring a few more products to the fair."

"Given our current national conditions, it is most appropriate to export agricultural products. The country has very strict control over companies engaged in import and export trade, but your products are indeed outstanding. Perhaps you can make an exception and get import and export rights. Come on!" Xu Xiaolan shook her long hair and raised her glass again.

"Well, come on!"

Xu Xiaolan: "Zhizhi, eat quickly. Don't forget to do two more exams after you finish. You still have to take the college entrance examination."

Qiao Zhixia: ...

That’s great. There are so many things to do. It’s really not easy to be a strong woman.

After they finished their meal, Li Aizhen was just about to discuss the menu for tomorrow's New Year's celebration with her two daughters when she heard Qiao Xinguo say that Old Mrs. Qiao was coming over to celebrate the New Year.

"Come on." Qiao Zhixia said indifferently.

As long as you don't think about asking her to subsidize Qiao Laosan's family, why should she care about the old lady coming to have a meal?

My uncle and his family will also come over tomorrow, so it’s bound to be a lively New Year.

Today, the two sisters started helping Li Aizhen fry meatballs and braise some meat.

Xu Xiaolan volunteered to help take care of Yaya.

This year is the first year after the separation, and it is also the most prosperous year for their family. It is indeed time to celebrate.

As the aroma of fried meatballs wafted out, a familiar and annoying voice sounded outside the door: "Hey, is the mother-in-law busy?"

As soon as Mrs. Lin lifted the door curtain and came in, she saw the winnowing basket on the kitchen table filled with dozens of kilograms of braised meat.

There were fried fish nuggets and fried shrimps in the enamel basin next to it. The feast was much more sumptuous than what she had at home.

Mrs. Lin really didn't expect that the Qiao family, a poor family, would be so generous during the New Year. Just this meat must have cost hundreds of dollars!

Where did they get the money? Look at how dilapidated the house is. They are reluctant to spend money to repair it. They spend all their money on food.

They deserve to be poor all their lives.

"Why are you here?" Li Aizhen's face immediately turned sour when she saw Mrs. Lin.

Some time ago, she and Qiao Xinguo went to the town to ask her and He Xuyang for a divorce. Not only did she refuse, she also shamelessly asked Qiao Chudong to go back and take care of her as the mother-in-law.

It makes me angry just thinking about it.

Qiao Zhixia glared at the old woman, then simply pulled the stiff-faced Qiao Chudong into the house.

"Mother-in-law, I don't want to come here during the Chinese New Year! It's really because your well-educated daughter is too ignorant. She didn't go back to her husband's house during the Chinese New Year, but stayed at her parents' house with her children. What does that look like? As an elder, why don't you teach her a lesson?"

Li Aizhen is no longer the soft persimmon she used to be who was so inferior to others because she had no son that she could be bullied by others.

Nor is she a humble mother who swallows her anger and tries to please her daughter in her husband's family so that she won't be bullied.

She straightened her back and asked loudly with a cold face: "Why are you pretending to be stupid? Don't you know what your son has done? Instead of controlling my daughter, you might as well discipline your son. Otherwise, any woman who follows him will be in bad luck."

Mrs. Lin's face darkened: "I don't like what you said. Didn't our Xuyang just cheat on his wife once? What man doesn't cheat? Besides, my son was seduced, and it's also my son's fault for being so popular with women. You don't have a son, so you don't understand. I don't blame you."

"If you don't blame me, then I should thank you. No wonder you raised such a beastly son. It turns out that you are an old beast yourself!"

It was the first time that Mrs. Lin was scolded by Li Aizhen, who had always been humble in front of her. How could she allow this with her proud self-esteem?

So I was furious at the time: "No, why are you still cursing? What's wrong with my son having a woman rushing to throw herself into his arms? Your daughter can't even give birth to a son, and we don't despise her, but you are taking advantage of her. Who gave you face?"

After leaving her sister in the room, Qiao Zhixia walked out.

"Since your son is so charming, you should quickly ask him to divorce my sister! What are you doing here? Let me guess... Is it because the girl who threw herself at you hasn't been released yet and your family is in need of a cook?"

"...You are so uneducated. No wonder you are still unmarried at the age of 20." Mrs. Lin stared at Qiao Zhixia with contempt in her presbyopic eyes.

"Whether I get married or not is none of your business! Have I eaten your rice? Go away now and tell your scumbag son to go to my sister to get a divorce on the 16th day of the first lunar month, otherwise we will sue him in court."

After Qiao Zhixia finished speaking, she stepped forward decisively and pushed Mrs. Lin out.

Mrs. Lin stood outside the door with her hands on her hips and yelled, "What right do you have to file for divorce? Your daughter is a hen that can't lay eggs. My son hasn't even given up on her, but you're still picking on her? Bah..."

"Splash--" As a basin of pot washing water was poured out, the world finally became quiet.

Qiao Zhixia clapped her hands: "Get lost——"