The Way of the Peasant Mother-in-law

Zhulan was stunned for a moment, before she realized it was herself, she only had memory but no sound impression. She really didn't know who the voice was, so she hurriedly went to see that the person who came was Yang Wuchun, the eldest son of her eldest brother Yang Zhushan, who had already Twenty-three.

"Wu Chun is you, why are you here?"

Yang Wuchun tied the ox and moved things from the ox cart, "Gu, didn't I go to the south to run darts? I met a cloth shop in the south to deal with Chen Bu in previous years, thinking that the third Wu Dong Shishi should say kiss. , I'll buy some more, and let me bring you some milk."

Zhulan looked at a lot of burden. Did she misunderstand something?

Wu Chun continued to carry things from the ox cart, "I remember my aunt's health is not good, so I brought a basket of eggs to make up for my aunt, let me tell you not to be reluctant to eat it."

Zhulan listened in a daze, her heart was sour, and she was a little jealous of her original body. Her modern parents did not treat her badly, but they wouldn't care about everything.

Looking at the things on the ground again, there are a lot of things, most of which are for food, which is good for the body.

Zhou Shuren patted Zhulan's hand and stepped forward with a smile, "Wu Chun, don't be too busy, come in for dinner."

Zhulan, "Yes, come in and eat, the nugget soup is made at noon!"

Wu Chun was surprised that his aunt's family had three meals, so he wiped his sweat without being polite, "I'll go wash my face."

Zhulan hurriedly called out to Mrs. Li, "Go fry an egg."

Li Shi finally removed his eyes from the cloth, and asked in a low voice, "How many are you making?"

Zhu Lan paused for a while. She didn't know how to cook and how would she know how many eggs were in a plate. She was recalling her whole body's memory, as if she had never scrambled eggs before.

Zhou Shuren twitched the corners of his mouth, and clicked Zhulan eight times, Zhulan, "Eight."

Li's eyes are protruding, eight? The mother-in-law stared at it and didn't dare to say a word, and went to stir-fry quickly.

After returning to the main room from the new school, Zhou Shuren personally filled Wu Chun with the nugget soup, "Drink the nugget soup at noon and stew the little hen at night. I will definitely stay here for my grandfather and drink a cup."

Wu Chun was a little flattered and took the bowl carefully. It was the first time when he grew up that he felt that his uncle was approachable. Could it be that he had been out for too long, or the way he came back was wrong?

He prefers the uncle who was in front of him, but now Shen De panicked and returned cautiously, "I'll go back after dinner, Master is waiting for me to go back!"

Zhou Shuren withdrew his enthusiasm and picked it up again, thinking to himself, let's maintain the character design, "Well, go back and say hello to the old man."

Wu Chun instantly felt comfortable, this is the familiar uncle, "Hey."

Zhulan looked genuine, "..."

This time, I really don't dare to collapse the human design. These people are too familiar with the two of them. It is really uncomfortable to be trapped in the human design.

Zhulan pressed her irritability and carefully inquired about the situation of her parents' family. She knew that the family was very good and couldn't find anything to talk about. The eggs of the Li family came up, and she took the Li family to prepare a return gift.

There are no rare things at home. It's a matter of heart. Bamboo orchid picked some vegetables, and filled a half jar with Li's newly pickled pickles. Li's pickles tasted good, so I can get it.

Zhulan still felt that returning the gift was too simple, so she couldn't help counting her days. She hoped that Sanya Wang Ru would do things soon. The variety of vegetables in the novel is all for Wang Ru's service. Wang Ru is a food celebrity, not only can eat I can also do it. In ancient times, I didn’t bother with it lightly, and I would drool if I couldn’t think about it.

Mrs. Li was very proud of her cooking skills. Seeing that her mother-in-law gave pickles as a gift, she straightened her waist, "Mother, it's already autumn. Shouldn't the other pickles be pickled?"

Zhulan, "...En."

Fortunately, she has memory, otherwise she would be so panicked, she would not understand at all!

Back in the courtyard, Zhulan was stunned. The novel mainly revolves around the Wang family. The Zhou family is a cannon fodder and will not describe it in detail. However, she will also mention important things. She looked up at the sky, her face turning pale.