The Fat Wife of the 1980s Awakens

Driving the creaking ox cart, Xu Xiufang was indignant. "For only thirty yuan a month, you have to endure the pain of three hundred whips. Your memory is too bad! Last time, your ears were pierced, and your hearing has not recovered yet. Why are you still speaking for that bastard? I have healthy hands and feet, and I earn more than that little money in three days. Why can't I support you and the children?"

Xu Xiufang's words were powerful and full of unquestionable firmness.

Today, she is no longer the impulsive and ignorant little girl.

Although her sister is four years younger than her, in Xu Xiaohua's eyes, her sister seems to have matured ten years overnight and has become strong and reliable.

A warm feeling quietly rose in Xu Xiaohua's heart. As the eldest sister, how could she continue to let her younger sister bear everything alone and become a burden to her?

At this moment, she decided not to be weak anymore, for herself, for her children, and more importantly, to not drag down her sister who had grown into a towering tree.

My younger sister is already in a difficult situation, shouldering heavy burdens and challenges. If, as her elder sister, I not only fail to be her solid support, but instead add to her troubles and obstacles, then wouldn't the title of "sister" become an empty name, losing the warmth and strength it should have?

Xu Xiufang secretly swore in her heart that since fate had sent her back to this era, she did not seek to lead an ideological revolution among rural women, but at least she wanted Xu Xiaohua to truly feel the power of ideological innovation.

So they set out on their journey home.

As soon as I opened the door, a breath of air hit me in the face, warm and inviting, instantly dispelling the fatigue and sorrow of the day.

In the yard, the three little guys did not gather around the old sewing machine, but played hide-and-seek around the old locust tree, the old tree that had witnessed countless spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The laughter was like a silver bell, clear and pleasant, penetrating the lazy afternoon sunshine.

Xu Xiufang smiled, took Yueyue and Yangyang's hands, and waved at them gently.

"Come here, babies." Her voice was soft and loving.

Dabao glanced at Xu Xiufang out of the corner of his eye and snorted disdainfully, obviously not intending to obey this sudden call.

Unlike Dabao's indifference, Xiaobao is like an unpolished jade, pure and approachable.

He staggered towards Xu Xiufang, calling "Mom" unclearly, his eyes full of dependence and trust.

Erbao was hesitant. On his way to Xu Xiufang, he noticed Dabao's sharp gaze as if he was being monitored, and he couldn't help but stop.

Xu Xiufang just smiled indifferently and didn't care about the children's slight emotional fluctuations.

She stroked Xiaobao's head gently: "They are your future partners, brothers and sisters. In the future, you will explore the village together and protect each other."

When Xiaobao heard this, a bright smile broke out on his face and he held Yueyue and Yangyang's hands tightly.

Over the years, Xu Xiaohua often brought her children to visit each other, and the little ones quickly became friends.

After arranging the children, Xu Xiufang asked Xu Xiaohua to rest first, and she quietly slipped into the kitchen, thinking whether Xie Yi needed help.

Thinking that there were suddenly three more mouths to feed at home, she couldn't help but worry whether Xie Yi knew and whether he had prepared enough meals.

As soon as she stepped into the kitchen, the rich aroma of fish instantly enveloped her.

She saw the fish head and tofu soup boiling in the pot. The fish head was large and delicious, with a piece of plump fish body casually thrown next to it. It was Xie Yi's careful care for his family, silent but affectionate.

At this moment, Xie Yi was concentrating on washing the bean sprouts he had just bought, preparing to make a stir-fried bean sprout dish, his movements were skillful and calm.

Xu Xiufang suddenly remembered that she had a small jar of pickled cabbage hidden at home. The sourness and crispness of the bean sprouts complemented each other perfectly. If she picked some fresh vegetables from the vegetable garden, wouldn't she be able to make an authentic pickled fish, adding a different flavor to this dinner?

However, when Xu Xiufang opened her mouth and wanted to take over the cooking task, her tone was a little stiff, and her eyes avoided Xie Yi's calm and deep gaze, causing her words to get stuck in her throat.

Xie Yi still lowered his head, focusing on the ingredients in his hands, and said calmly: "I have already considered the portions for my sister and the children."

This sentence was simple and direct, but it unexpectedly made the air in the kitchen subtle, and it melted quietly at this moment, leaving only an understanding and tacit understanding between family members that did not require many words.

Being in the same room with such a silent person like a deep pool, the air seemed to become heavy, and she could almost feel the tightness in her chest, as if another moment would breed an unknown illness.

"I really can't bear to watch this any longer. Let me do it. Why don't you go out and get some fresh air first?"

As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeves neatly, ready to show off her skills in this small kitchen.

Hearing the voice, Xie Yi involuntarily turned his gaze towards her. His eyes, which were usually calm and indifferent, seemed a little surprised at this moment.

After spending some time together, he had already begun to admire her increasingly sophisticated cooking skills, and would even occasionally secretly marvel that such a seemingly weak woman could display such amazing control in front of the stove.

When Xie Yi slowly untied his apron and was about to hand it to her, he found that Xu Xiufang was already impatient. Her nimble fingers had already skillfully grasped the slippery fish pieces in the basin. Her movements were so swift that their eyes met inadvertently.

Xu Xiufang noticed the sudden silence, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, she pursed her lips lightly, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Just put it aside, look at my hands, they are busy struggling with these slippery fish pieces."

This guy always has a serious face and smile seems to be a rare visitor on his face.

Thinking of this, Xu Xiufang suppressed her smile, winked at Xie Yi, and suggested in a casual manner: "How about you help me tie this apron, so that my clothes won't be stained by oil stains later."

Having said that, underneath the deliberately created ease, there is a subtle hint of teasing.

To Xie Yi, the apron in his hand seemed to have suddenly turned into a hot iron, causing him to instinctively want to pull it away quickly, not to mention tying it on for her himself.

Xu Xiufang stole a glance at Xie Yi's slightly helpless look, and couldn't help but chuckle, with a hint of pride rising in her heart.

"Haha, I'm just kidding you. Look how nervous you are."

She blinked her warm almond-shaped eyes, trying to ease the sudden tense atmosphere with a joke.

Xie Yi seemed to be relieved. He quickly threw his apron on the stove and fled in a hurry.

Xu Xiufang shook her head. She felt helpless and amused about this "straight man" who obviously didn't understand romance.