A sweet military marriage, Reborn 1980’s hot daughter-in-law is in charge

Xu Guizhi usually speaks in a very gentle manner. I heard that he grew up in Jiangnan when he was a child, so his accent is inevitably a little warm, which makes people feel very comfortable.

But Xu Qingfang is different, with a loud voice.

I don’t know where the confidence comes from. When I speak, I never care about what others are doing. Even if I am here, I will speak loudly to let everyone know.

Sister Feng listened to the person before she heard him, so she wanted to imitate him.

At the dinner table, everyone's original good mood for eating was frozen for a moment.

Zhou Zhaozhao was happy.

It seems that she is not the only one who dislikes this aunt.

The person involved didn't know anything, so he walked in and said, "Hey, are you having dinner? Then it's just a coincidence."

"Yongmei, hurry up and get us some bowls and chopsticks." Xu Qingfang directed.

This eldest daughter-in-law didn’t even wink at all.

Zhao Yongmei's face froze, and when she was about to stand up, she was stopped by Yang Weikun, "You can eat, I'll get it."

"I'd better go." Yang Yongmei lowered her head and said.

Otherwise, Xu Qingfang wouldn't know how to arrange her for a while. One more thing would be better than one less thing, and it would just be an errand.

"Boss feels sorry for my wife." Sure enough, Xu Qingfang looked at her and said with a smile.

"What are you doing here at this time?" Xu Guizhi said, "Why don't you have dinner with them on holiday today?"

"Forget it, there are all these white-eyed wolves." Xu Guizhi handed over the chopsticks and complained while eating, "They have all gone to their parents' house."

She waited for a long time and didn't come back, so she simply ran to Xu Guizhi's house.

As a result, the family was having dinner together.

Xu Qingfang cried sadly when she thought of this.

This……

At some point, everyone at the dinner table put down their chopsticks, except for one person.

Yang Weili.

He peeled the shrimps for Zhou Zhaozhao and put them in a bowl, wiped his hands and said, "Eat quickly, why are you so dazed?"

Then he picked up vegetables for Xu Guizhi and said, "Let's eat. My sister-in-law's cooking skills are getting better and better."

Zhao Yongmei smiled faintly.

Seeing Zhou Zhaozhao and Yang Weili feasting, she was in a good mood, but she was more envious.

Xu Qingfang is still crying.

Suddenly, Yang Weili put down the chopsticks in his hand, but his voice was a little loud.

Everyone's eyes fell on him.

Xu Qingfang was also startled and forgot to cry.

She heard Yang Weili grinning at her, "You guys eat first, I'll get something."

After saying that, he stood up and walked outside.

He didn't go far, but went to the living room next to him to make a phone call, "I don't care, I'll give you two ten minutes. If you don't take it away, then don't blame me for being rude."

"Also, remember, don't let her come to my house to cry again..."

I don’t know what was said over there, but Yang Weili hung up the phone with a snap.

"What are you looking at? Why don't you eat?" He smiled and sat down next to Zhou Zhaozhao and continued to peel shrimps for her.

"Who did you call?" Xu Qingfang asked, forgetting to cry.

"What do you think?" Yang Weili smiled at her.

Xu Qingfang, "..."

It would be better not to laugh at all.

"Okay, I see you're not in the mood to eat, so come out with me." Xu Guizhi said helplessly to the younger sister.

"But I haven't eaten yet." Xu Qingfang didn't leave, but started eating with a sparerib in her hand.

At this moment, I stopped crying.

But after being disturbed by her, the others at the dinner table were no longer in the mood to eat.

Children are also sensitive. They quickly sense the thoughts of adults and watch them carefully.

"Come on, Xinxin, try this shrimp. It's delicious." Zhou Zhaozhao said to Yang Jiaxin gently.

After finally finishing the meal, Liu Juan wanted to take Yaya with her, so Zhou Zhaozhao followed Zhao Yongmei to the kitchen to help.

"You and sister-in-law can rest," Yang Weili rolled up his sleeves, "We'll collect these."

Then he said to the eldest and second child, "Really? Brother?"

Yang Weikun glanced at him and said nothing, but he had already taken action.

Yang Weifeng sighed, stood up, and went to work together.

On the other hand, Zhao Yongmei on the side said a little at a loss, "Shall I do it?"

"Sister-in-law, you go and rest." Yang Weili said with a smile, "It's okay, we can clean it up."

Zhao Yongmei wanted to say something else, but was pulled away by Zhou Zhaozhao, "Sister-in-law, if he says he wants to do it, just let him do it."

"But how can we let a man enter the kitchen?" Zhao Yongmei said.

"Brother has never entered the kitchen?" Liu Juan said in surprise.

"Yes... I have." Zhao Yongmei blushed.

When she first got married, Yang Weikun often had to wash dishes, but she felt sorry for her husband and didn't let him do it even after working all day.

After being rejected by her several times, Yang Weikun never mentioned washing dishes again.

She also got used to it.

Today we are still at her mother-in-law's house. The men are asked to wash the dishes. Zhao Yongmei is a little worried that her mother-in-law will think that she is not doing a good job as a daughter-in-law.

She came from the countryside. If her mother-in-law's family had not been in trouble, such good things would not have happened to her.

Therefore, even though Xu Guizhi treated her and Liu Juan well these years, Zhao Yongmei always felt inferior and inferior to others.

She couldn't help but envy Zhou Zhaozhao.

They are all from the countryside, but they can watch their men wash dishes with such peace of mind.

What is the reason?

"Auntie." Xinxin liked this future third aunt very much and showed her the painting she had drawn with a smile.

"Did you draw this?" Zhou Zhaozhao asked in surprise, "Is Xinxin learning to paint?"

"No," Zhao Yongmei put her hair behind her ears and said, "It's just graffiti."

"Sister-in-law," Zhou Zhaozhao said to Zhao Yongmei, "Xinxin is very talented in painting in the future. I think you can cultivate her in this aspect."

You can draw so well by yourself, so lifelike.

This is talent.

"It's just random drawings," Zhao Yongmei obviously didn't take it to heart, "I can't even read the book well in one day."

Painting, in Zhao Yongmei's heart, is not doing his job properly.

"Xinxin is talented in this area. Sister-in-law, you can talk to your elder brother and don't waste her talent." Zhou Zhaozhao said, "Besides, it will be helpful to be good at painting and go to college."

"Really?" Zhao Yongmei was confused, and finally waved her hand, "I heard that painting is very expensive. She is a girl, so forget it."

Yang Jiaxin's originally hopeful gaze also disappeared following her words.

But the child was sensible, and although he felt disappointed, he didn't say anything else.

Zhou Zhaozhao shook his head and turned his attention to the painting in his hand, "Xinxin, can you give this painting to me?"

"Okay." Yang Jiaxin said happily.

"Auntie likes your paintings very much." Zhou Zhaozhao knelt down and said with a smile, "The paintings are very good."

Yang Jiaxin is talented in painting, and she plans to tell Yang Weili about it.

But suddenly I heard Xu Qingfang's shout.