A peasant girl traveled through time and space, and she became prosperous

"Don't worry about that. I will definitely earn it in the future."

Wen Meijiu raised the corners of his mouth happily because his father smiled and his mother was relieved.

"When did you learn to brag?"

Mother spoke for Dad.

"I'm not exaggerating, this is the truth, mom, please eat quickly and don't ruin my show."

Wen Meijiu said as he went to prepare the bowls. He quickly took a bowl of millet porridge from the pot he had snatched and brought it to his father, admonishing him:

"Dad, you eat first. If you get tired of eating, drink some millet porridge. It's good for your body."

People who are bedridden for a long time are prone to indigestion. Fortunately, except for my father's legs which cannot move, he is in good health.

This is naturally because my mother took good care of me.

"Where did it come from?"

Dad was a little surprised, he knew there was nothing left at home.

"Grandma felt sorry for you and asked me to bring it back."

Dad was lying on his side at this time, looking at the bowl beside the bed in front of him and said with emotion:

"I didn't expect that she was still thinking about me."

Needless to say, the "she" here refers to grandma.

Wen Meijiu and his mother exchanged glances, and they understood each other tacitly.

"Okay, let's eat, everyone, Jiaoniang, you eat too.

I'm just waiting to see how my daughter will run a grocery store and let me be the manager."

These words were obviously positive. Wen Meijiu and his mother smiled at each other, picked up their chopsticks and started eating meat. They were in a very good mood.

The family was eating happily when they heard the sound of someone poking the door with a cane.

Niang and Wen Meijiu heard it but pretended not to hear it. Finally, Jinxiang couldn't help it and asked:

"Sister, is there someone knocking on our door?"

Mother bowed her head and said nothing. Wen Meijiu interrupted by asking:

"Yes, did you hear it correctly?"

The voice was so clear, how could she have heard it wrong? Jin Xiang looked at her mother in confusion. Her mother didn't look at her, so she looked at her father.

Dad was lying on the bed at this time. He slowly placed his chopsticks on the bowl, looked up at the warm wine and said:

"Yes, someone is knocking on the door. Go and have a look."

Wen Meijiu is now the backbone of the family. When her father asked her to go and take a look, he naturally trusted her to take on the responsibility of the family.

The warm wine was not touched, and he continued to eat with great pleasure, saying:

"This meat smells so good! Who wouldn't come over at this time?"

He raised his eyes and ordered Yuanbao, who was sitting at the door,

"Yuanbao, my good brother, go and have a look. I'll save this big piece of meat for you."

When Yuanbao heard that he could eat an extra piece of meat, he jumped up immediately and went to open the door happily.

"Mom, grandma, why are you here?"

When Yuanbao saw the person standing at the door, he subconsciously took two steps back and hid his greasy hands behind his body guiltily.

Grandma said nothing, her face full of gloom.

With the help of her aunt, grandma stepped over the threshold and followed the fragrance to the inner room.

The old lady was so angry that she wanted to curse on the way here, but as soon as she entered the door and smelled the strong smell of meat, she changed her mind for a moment.

"Hey, are you trying to steal some fish?

My dear son, why didn't you inform your mother?"

As soon as grandma entered the inner room, her voice became louder because she saw Wen Meijiu's family were eating without notifying her. Even so, Wen Meijiu deliberately pretended to be pitiful and went to her house to make trouble.

Grandma sat down at the table in a rage, poking the ground several times with her walking stick, her eyes fixed on her second son who was lying on the bed eating meat without putting down his chopsticks.

Grandma's arrival made Dad a little at a loss. He didn't expect his own mother to come, and she came so suddenly. For a moment he didn't know how to answer his mother's questions.

He was even ashamed of the rice porridge his mother gave him. He indeed did not think of his mother when he ate the meat because he was too hungry.

"I'm sorry, mother, it's the wine that did it."

What Dad meant was that this was fine wine, but in order to have enough food for the whole family, the prince's prey was secretly cooked. As a father, he had no choice and was too embarrassed to make the decision for his daughter.

"Hey, you're trying to do this to me again?

Is she your daughter?"

Grandma slapped the corner of the table and questioned Dad. Dad nodded and said:

"Of course."

"It's your daughter, can't you eat what she made?

Since you can eat it, I am your mother, why can't I eat it? "

Dad felt even more ashamed and lowered his head slightly. He felt sorry for his parents and his children.

"Mom, since you are here, let's eat."

Dad and grandma can't say anything unpleasant, so why not just stop saying anything? There's nothing wrong in just doing it, right?

Grandma snorted coldly, turned her head to the side, and breathed out angrily.

Seeing that grandma ignored him, Dad quickly winked at Mom who was standing beside him. Mom was a woman after all, so it was convenient for her to say anything.

"Mom, you haven't been feeling well lately. Eat something to replenish your body."

Before my mother's hand reached grandma, grandma suddenly got angry, pushed my mother's hand away, and almost pushed my mother down. Fortunately, my mother held on to the table.

“I don’t want to eat. I can’t eat. I’m so angry that I’m full.

You, and you, and you, you are really amazing, your whole family ganged up to bully an old woman like me, and wanted me to die early, so you should just say it directly, why do you have to pretend in front of me? "

Grandma started with Dad, then scolded Mom and the whole thing, including the warm wine.

Dad felt wronged and helpless, and sighed:

"Mom, how can you talk like that?

We sincerely want to honor you. Tell me, what did you want to get that I didn't agree to?"

Grandma sighed softly and said:

"Sincerity? Filial piety? Which word here has anything to do with you?

I was sick and came to your house to ask for some rice and noodles. But you were so kind that as soon as I let someone take them away, you ordered your youngest to eat at my house and ordered your oldest to serve the pot. Is this how you are filial to me?"

That was not all. As soon as the old lady entered the room, her eyes were fixed on the half bowl of millet porridge on the bedside of my father. It was clearly scooped out from her pot.

"Look, look, the porridge you ate is still hot. This is the evidence of your crime. How can you deny it?"

Pointing at the bowl, the old lady wanted to confirm the evidence.

Dad was stunned and quickly turned back to look at Wen Meijiu. He didn't know about this and Wen Meijiu didn't tell him when she came back.

"Did you do this?"

Dad questioned Wen Meijiu angrily.

Wen Meijiu lowered his head and said nothing, looking as if he had done something wrong.

"It's time to hit!"

Dad yelled at her harshly, saying that he was a very respectable man and would not take a grain of rice from others even if he died.

"My dear son, don't just talk big, at least try your best to show me your sincerity."

Dad didn't do anything, but grandma was very angry and kept encouraging him with gritted teeth.

Dad suddenly raised his hand. Wen Meijiu shrank back slightly, looking at Dad with a fearful look, his eyes fixed on his palm, feeling nervous and helpless.

"Hit me. If you can't control me now, forget about it in the future."

Grandma added fuel to the fire.