Siheyuan: The wife pays off the husband's debt, Huairu's mentality collapses

Su Mu rolled up his sleeves and began to prepare lunch.

In the 50s and 60s when supplies were relatively scarce, every meal seemed particularly precious.

He thought for a moment and decided to make a simple but delicious fried pork chop to reward himself.

He opened the refrigerator and took out a piece of fresh pork.

Although the current material conditions are limited, Sumu can always rely on his wisdom and hard work to make the food on the table rich and diverse.

He expertly sliced ​​the pork into thin slices and then patted it lightly with the back of a knife to make the meat more tender.

Then he took out a small bowl and started preparing the marinade.

Salt, soy sauce, cooking wine, minced garlic...

He added every seasoning just right, which not only preserved the original flavor of the pork but also added a bit of freshness and fragrance.

He spread the marinade evenly on the pork chops and set them aside to marinate.

While the ingredients were being marinated, Su Mu began to prepare other ingredients.

He cut a few slices of onions and bell peppers as side dishes and cooked a pot of fragrant rice.

After everything was ready, he turned on the gas stove, heated the pan, and poured in an appropriate amount of oil.

When the oil temperature rose to 70% hot, he carefully put the marinated pork chops into the pot.

"Hey--"

With a slight sound, the pork chops quickly changed color in the hot oil, emitting an enticing aroma.

Su Mu gently flips the pork chops with a spatula to ensure that each side is evenly cooked.

After a while, the golden pork chops appeared in front of him, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a fragrant aroma.

He served the fried pork chops with satisfaction, placed them on a plate, and added chopped onions and bell peppers. A delicious fried pork chop was ready.

He walked out of the kitchen with the plate, sat down at the dining table, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a pork chop and put it into his mouth.

At that moment, all the tiredness seemed to disappear, leaving only full of happiness and satisfaction.

At this moment, the Yi family.

At the simple dining table, Auntie, Yi Zhonghai and Xiaoyue sat around it. The atmosphere was warm yet a little stiff.

The food on the table was extremely simple. A bowl of clear soup with a few yellowed vegetable leaves floating in it, a few small plates of pickles and a few rough steamed buns were all that was included in the meal.

The auntie gently stirred the soup in the bowl with chopsticks, looked at Xiaoyue with loving eyes, and suddenly broke the silence at the table:

"Xiaoyue, how are you and Sumu doing lately? What did you two do today?"

Xiaoyue's cheeks involuntarily blushed when she heard this. She lowered her head shyly and called softly:

"aunt……"

There was a hint of coquettishness and sweetness in her voice.

When the aunt saw this, she couldn't help but smile knowingly. She had already guessed something in her mind.

She continued to ask, with a bit of urgency and expectation in her tone: "Xiaoyue, tell your aunt and uncle quickly, where did you go today?"

Xiaoyue finally mustered up the courage and raised her head, her eyes sparkling with happiness: "Brother Su...he invited me to see a movie."

"Watch a movie?!" Auntie and Yi Zhonghai blurted out in surprise almost at the same time.

The two looked at each other, with disbelief flashing in their eyes.

In that era, watching movies was a luxury and a romantic thing.

Especially for a man who takes the initiative to invite a woman to see a movie, the meaning behind it is self-evident.

An indescribable joy suddenly surged in the aunt's heart, and she seemed to have foreseen a better future.

Her eyes became more greedy and full of expectation. After all, Su Mu's salary was not cheap, which was undoubtedly a huge temptation for the Yi family, whose financial situation was not good.

She seemed to have seen a picture of herself having no worries about food and clothing in the future, and even being able to live a better life.

When Yi Zhonghai heard this, a hint of shrewdness and calculation flashed in his eyes.

He gently put down the chopsticks in his hand, turned his eyes to Xiaoyue, and said with a serious and expectant tone: "Xiaoyue, is Sumu really interested in you? You have to tell your uncle the truth."

Upon hearing this, Xiaoyue's face turned even redder. She lowered her head shyly, and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Uncle, you ask too directly..." Having said that, her eyes revealed a hint of imperceptible sweetness and happiness.

Yi Zhonghai saw this and had the answer in his mind. He stood up, dusted off his body, his eyes flashing with determination and confidence.

He looked at the aunt and explained, "My dear, I have to go talk to Sumu."

"Since he is interested in Xiaoyue, we should make good use of this relationship. I want him to ask Director Wang to ask for my uncle's position. This way, our family will have a better life."

When the aunt heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but then she agreed.

She nodded and warned, "Then you must be careful with your words and don't offend anyone."

"Although Sumu looks good, we can't go too far."

Yi Zhonghai nodded to show that he understood.

He straightened his clothes and strode out the door.

Before leaving, he turned back and reminded Xiaoyue: "Xiaoyue, you should have a good rest at home and wait for my good news."

Xiaoyue looked at Yi Zhonghai's departing back, feeling mixed emotions.

She was worried about her uncle's decision and confused about the emotional entanglement between herself and Su Mu.

But she knew that no matter what the outcome was, she would face it bravely, because in this day and age, it was not easy to meet someone who treated her sincerely.

Yi Zhonghai stood at the door of the Su family, took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and knocked on the door gently.

Soon, footsteps were heard from inside the door, followed by Su Mu's voice, with a hint of doubt and vigilance: "Who is it?"

The door slowly opened and Su Mu's figure appeared at the door.

He was dressed neatly, holding a piece of unfinished fried pork chop in his hand. The aroma instantly aroused Yi Zhonghai's appetite.

Yi Zhonghai swallowed unconsciously. Although he felt jealous, business was more important.

He forced a smile and tried to make his tone sound calm and friendly.

"Ah, it's Su Mu. I'm Yi Zhonghai. I came here specially to talk to you." Yi Zhonghai said while observing Su Mu's expression, fearing that the other party would misunderstand his purpose.

Su Mu half-squinted his eyes and looked at Yi Zhonghai, as if he saw through his thoughts, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Oh? Uncle Yi, why are you here? Are you here to pick a fight with me?"

When Yi Zhonghai heard this, his expression changed slightly, but then quickly returned to normal.

He cursed his bad luck in his heart, as the other party had seen through his plan right from the start.

However, thinking of his purpose, he had to swallow his anger and suppress the displeasure on his face.