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

Wen Wan brought a low table from her room and placed it in front of the main table, keeping it at a distance where she could smell the food and see the diners eating heartily, but was definitely out of reach of her chopsticks.

The table was filled with half white flour steamed buns and half two-grain flour steamed buns, served with a thin porridge that looked like rice sorghum porridge washed with water.

There were red spare ribs, white and tender meatballs and tofu, and even the crispy vegetables on the table.

In contrast, there is an inexplicable sense of disconnection.

The cracked wound was very similar to Xie Hu and Feng Yuying's heart at the moment, it was so painful.

How much work must be done to earn the money for this table full of delicious food? What a waste!

The rice, which was not fragrant to begin with, became even harder to swallow.

Xie Hu threw his chopsticks angrily. Feng Yuying looked at the ribs and meat on the table, with an expression on her face as if the meat was dug out from her heart.

Only Zhang Lan was holding a steamed bun made of two grains of flour that was big enough to crack walnuts in one hand, and picking up some black pickled vegetables with chopsticks in the other.

I don't know how many times I cursed Wen Wan in my heart. If it weren't for Wen Wan, all this meat would have been leftovers for her.

If you didn't know, you would think she was going to clamp Wen Wan's head because of her ferocious and unhappy expression.

Wen Wan ignored the three glances cast at her and asked everyone to sit down and eat.

Xie Changshan glanced at Xie Hu and Feng Yuying, and saw that they were looking at Wen Wan with vicious and murderous eyes. He then moved his gaze to Zhang Lan's face, and saw Zhang Lan raised her eyebrows to signal him to sit down and eat. He sighed and sat down first.

The second person to sit down was Xiao Guoqing, who was staring at the big plate of pork ribs with his mouth watering.

Xie Yuting looked left and right, not knowing what to choose, while Xie Changlin stood there with a sullen face, his expression full of dilemma as to whether to choose this side or that side which was unjust and unfilial.

Wen Wan forced Xie Yuting to sit down, looked at Xie Changlin and said, "You don't have to work this afternoon?"

"..."

"Hurry up and sit down to eat. It's already been prepared. It would be a waste if you don't eat it. It's summer now. The leftovers will go bad and you'll have diarrhea if you eat them."

I thought Xie Hu would stop me, but unexpectedly Xie Hu didn't say a word, but looked at me with an unfriendly look.

Although the smell of meat and rice is very tempting for every meal, my willpower can still resist it. The strong contrast between every meal is so strong that even a god would not be able to bear it.

Smelling the intoxicating aroma, chewing the hard and dry steamed buns made of two-grain flour, and eating the sour and slightly bitter pickles.

No matter how much I eat, it feels like something is wrong. My stomach seems to be holding up the chess pieces in protest, as if saying, my nose can smell the aroma of meat, but why is it that when my stomach eats the same old stuff, it must be that my mouth has embezzled it.

As soon as the stomach protested, the mouth secreted saliva in grievance and kept swallowing it.

In short, it feels awkward and painful, and I even feel my stomach growling even after I have eaten.

When no one else was around, Zhang Lan complained, "Dad, Mom, you are the parents-in-law, the elders, how can you be bullied by her like this? Let's go to the village chief and report her."

Feng Yuying stopped the man and said, "You have been patient for so many days. Just bear with it for a while. When the second brother comes back, we will settle the score with her."

Zhang Lan thought so too. When Xie Changqing left, he asked Wen Wan to take good care of the family. When he came back, he saw his parents eating steamed buns and porridge with pickles.

However, Wen Wan, the head of the family, ate refined rice, white noodles, pork and tofu for every meal.

Anyone who is not blind can see how badly the two elders were bullied.

By then, she will add fuel to the fire and the position of head of the family will be hers.

All the adults in the family went to work in the production team, leaving only Xie Yuting and Guoqing. The two were in Wen Wan's yard, listening to Wen Wan telling "The Little Prince".

When the little prince drew a snake and asked people to see what it was, the gate of the courtyard was pushed open and the uninvited guest Wen Ya came in.

Wen Wan said coldly: "You are quite polite. You even know to push the door before entering someone's house."

"..." Wen Ya looked like someone owed her money, "I'm your sister, your home is my home, you can't just walk into my own home without pushing the door, do I need to file a report in advance?"

Wen Wan was in a bad mood these days and didn't want to entertain people with low quality at all, so she said bluntly: "If you have something to say, say it. If not, get out."

"..." Wen Ya choked, "It's like this, the invitation letter from the literary magazine has been sent to the village chief, and everyone in the village now knows that my Lu Yiming is a great writer.

The village chief, the clerk and several production team leaders urged us to treat them to a lively dinner as we had finished all the food at home.

Give me the rice in your home, and I will buy some and return it to you."

Great writer?

When did Lu Yiming become a great writer?

If bragging doesn't cost tax, then just brag to death, right?

Seeing that Wen Wan didn't believe her, Xie Yuting came up to her and said, "When I was feeding the pigs this morning, I heard from my neighbor, Big Niu, that the village chief was looking for Lu Zhiqing all over the place with a letter, saying that he had sent many letters but received no reply, so he sent the letter to the village.

I heard it’s a very famous magazine, and those who can appear in it are all great writers.”

Wen Wan still didn't believe it. She knew better than anyone how capable Lu Yiming was. He was OK at reciting a few poems and saying a few sour words from novels, but he couldn't write a novel that could be published in a literary magazine even if he was reborn eight times.

Wen Ya had already boasted about it when the department store was recruiting. Based on her understanding of Lu Yiming, he must have fooled around with a manuscript when he got home, and felt upset when it was rejected, so he actually wrote a letter pretending to be from the magazine.

But then I thought it was none of my business.

Wen Wan said: "Congratulations, brother-in-law, but I can't lend you the food."

"Wen Wan!" Wen Ya gritted her teeth and called her, "Do you hold a grudge like that? Your brother-in-law will soon be very successful, and then your Xie Changqing will have to rely on him for support.

I borrowed from you instead of Xu Fengqin because you are my biological sister. Don’t be ungrateful.”

"Don't worry, even if your Lu Yiming becomes the county magistrate, my Xie Changqing doesn't need his help." Wen Wan curled her lips, "I'll lend you the food."

Before Wen Ya had time to be happy, she heard her say, "It's just that I won't cook now, and there's not a grain of food at home.

The food is all in the main courtyard of my parents-in-law, and my eldest sister-in-law is in charge of it.

You know my sister-in-law, I have offended her, and I am no match for her with my thin arms and legs.

You are the wife of a writer, if you ask her to get you some food, she will definitely give you face."

The scene in her previous life where Zhang Lan pointed at her nose and scolded her until she couldn't fight back was still vivid in her mind, and Wen Ya was really a little scared.

On second thought, I felt happy again. Since Wen Wan was so afraid of Zhang Lan, he must be punished every day.

Just as I was thinking about what to do, the gate to the yard creaked.

A tall and straight figure appeared at the door, with his shirt tucked into his belt, which made his shoulders and waist look broader and narrower. His long legs were made straight and slender by the black suit pants.

With a crew cut that is extremely challenging to his facial features, he looks tougher and more aggressive.

Who else could it be but Xie Changqing?

After realizing it was him, Wen Wan's bad mood of the past few days disappeared instantly, and a clear smile bloomed on her face.

Before Xie Changqing could respond to her smile, the little girl rushed towards him like a cannonball. A moment later, her soft and sweet body threw herself into his arms, and her slender arms wrapped around his sensitive waist.

"..." Xie Changqing's body froze, and after a moment he patted her on the back and reminded her in a low voice, "There's someone next to us!"

Unexpectedly, the little girl not only did not restrain herself, but also hugged him tighter, buried her face in his arms and greedily sniffed the unique intoxicating scent on him, and said shamelessly: "So what?"

"..." Xie Changqing's heart softened at the little girl's coquettish and dependent look. He put his hand holding the luggage bag on her waist without hesitation and lifted her up, hugging her like a child.

Before Wen Wan could react, she was carried inside. She was not afraid of being hugged, but such an embarrassing posture...

She was too embarrassed to see anyone so she covered her red face, trying to deceive others and praying that no one could see it.