My scumbag sister stole my husband? I'm a scumbag and married my cowardly brother-in-law

Wen Wan didn't have the habit of just asking for food and clothes, so after entering the next courtyard, the first thing she did was to go to the kitchen to see if there was anyone she could help with.

When I got in, I realized that it was worse than just sitting there and having everything handed to you without any care.

"Second Young Madam is finally up," Zhang Lan said sarcastically when she saw her. "I was thinking of bringing the meal to you when it's ready!"

Wen Wan pretended not to understand and blinked her big innocent eyes and said, "You are too polite, Madam. Just call me to eat when the meal is ready. You don't have to bring it over."

"..." Zhang Lan choked with anger, threw away the spatula, rolled her eyes and walked out.

Wen Wan clicked her tongue and thought to herself that this fighting ability is not that good!

There was porridge cooking in the pot. Maybe the refined rice was not enough, so a lot of sweet potatoes and corn grits were added. It was pretty good even though it was not too thin like soup.

Seeing that there was still noodles left, Wen Wan made a few scallion pancakes to go with the porridge.

If this all-carb combination were introduced in later generations, it would definitely be criticized by nutritionists. In the 1970s, it was simply a luxury.

It is already very good to have thick porridge to drink. If you can pair it with two rice and corn flour buns, it would be a well-off life.

Not only did Wen Wan use white flour, she also used oil to make scallion pancakes. This was simply too much for her.

In the 1970s, each person was only allocated half a pound of oil per month. Dishes were basically cooked in water and then drizzled with two drops of oil, so it was hard to smell the fragrance.

When Wen Wan poured the oil on the pancakes, the fragrance could be smelled within a radius of three or four miles. Feng Yuying used her hundred-meter dash to come over and snatch the oil bottle.

When she saw that a large piece was missing, Feng Yuying felt so heartbroken that it seemed like her life was about to be taken away. Looking at the golden scallion pancakes piled on the plate, her life was almost gone.

If Zhang Lan hadn't helped her in time, Feng Yuying would have fallen to the ground.

"Wen Wan, this oil is for frying eggs for Dad and Guoqing, and this flour is for making white flour buns for Dad, Changshan, and Changqing. How did you make them?"

"..." Wen Wan was stunned for a moment before she understood what Zhang Lan meant.

It turns out that the Xie family still has a hierarchical system, and the good things are only provided to men.

"You're such a spendthrift!" Feng Yuying gasped and pounded her chest. "We only have so many good things at home, and you squandered them all."

Things were expensive in the seventies, so Wen Wan could understand. "It's my fault. I'll go to town tomorrow and buy something to compensate you."

"You bought it to compensate me?" Feng Yuying asked, "You are not from this family? Your things do not belong to this family?"

"..." Wen Wan struggled for a moment, "I'll listen to you. I won't pay."

Feng Yuying was about to curse when Xie Changqing came over and asked, "What's wrong?"

The second son was cold and stubborn, so Feng Yuying didn't dare to offend him too much. She took a long breath and adjusted herself for a moment, then turned to look at the eldest daughter-in-law Zhang Lan and asked, "Why did you let her cook?"

Zhang Lan rolled her eyes in displeasure, "We are both daughters-in-law. I can do it, but why can't she? Mom, you are too biased."

Wen Wan finished baking the last pancake and said with a smile, "Mom, the meal is ready. Let's go eat!"

Feng Yuying: Eat? Do you think I can still eat?

"Sister-in-law, we have cornmeal buns and scallion pancakes. What day is today?" Xie Yulin asked in surprise.

Zhang Lan served porridge to the elders with a gloomy face, "What day? Humph! The day when your second sister-in-law cooks."

Hearing this, Xie Hu said angrily, "How can you eat and drink like this? You can't live like this, can you?"

Wen Guan was speechless again, but he was not overwhelmed. He picked up a pancake and took a bite. It was quite delicious.

Xie Hu became even angrier when he saw her nonchalant look. As a father-in-law, it was a bit beneath his dignity to teach his daughter-in-law the rules, so he gave Feng Yuying a look.

Feng Yuying said, "The second brother's family."

"You say," Wen Fan politely put down his chopsticks, looking like an obedient person who was listening to instructions.

"There are many people in the family, so refined rice, refined flour, eggs and other foods are reserved for men because they need to do the heavy work.

We women just need to eat whatever we can get by."

Feng Yuying glanced at the half-eaten cake in her bowl with a meaningful look, and then continued: "You just got married and don't know the rules. Just eat the cake today, and mom won't say anything."

"..."

"Also, if you have steamed buns, you can't make pancakes. The oil is rationed, and there's only so much. If you eat it, the elderly and children at home will have nothing to eat."

Wen Wan suddenly felt that the cake in the bowl no longer smelled good, which meant that she was competing with the elderly and children for food.

Xie Changqing picked up a pancake for Feng Yuying and said, "Mom, I give you thirty yuan and thirty kilograms of food coupons every month. Isn't there enough food at home?"

After Xie Changqing retired from the army, he went to work as a bricklayer in the town. He had three meals a day provided, but he seldom ate at home and had no idea about his family's meal times.

Feng Yuying said: "It's enough. Farmers should save what they need to save, so there's no need to waste."

"It's not a waste if we can finish it," Xie Changqing said, "Sister-in-law, Yuting, you guys eat too. From now on, everyone will eat the same thing, so there's no need to discriminate."

It was a nice sentence, but it unexpectedly touched Xie Hu's sore spot. "Why? Are you the second brother Xie in charge of this family now?"

"..."

"The rules of the house can be changed at will. I'm telling you, I'm not dead yet!"

"Rules were just something the landlords in the old society said, and they don't apply to farmers' families," Xie Changqing said coldly.

This sentence made Xie Hu lose his temper. He couldn't say that he was a landlord! He would be dragged out for criticism!

With Xie Changqing in charge, the meal went smoothly and everyone, young and old, male and female, ate their fill.

While clearing the dishes, Feng Yuying said, "Second brother, you didn't go to work today, so you can cook dinner at home.

Steam some buns and cook some porridge, but don't waste anything else."

"Oh!"

Wen Wan agreed, but she thought, "Cook whatever you want. You're already a chef, so you can't have some privileges! Why do you care so much?"

"On the first day of your marriage, you will be allowed to rest at home. Tomorrow you will have to go to work with us at six in the morning. I will ask Yuting to call you then."

Six o'clock?

Wen Wan almost dropped the bowl.

Just as he was about to look for Xie Changqing, he turned his head and heard Xie Changqing say, "Wen Wan is not going to work."

"Not working?" Feng Yuying said, "What kind of talk is that? She has both hands and feet, and she is neither old nor young."

"I promised her that she wouldn't have to work in the fields," Xie Changqing said indifferently, "She does the housework."

Wen Wan: This guy is good, very virgin!

Xie Hu glared at Xie Changqing angrily, "Asshole!"