My daughter-in-law is a snake

Raising chickens and pigs is also a labor-intensive job. You have to chop pig grass and cook pig food at home, as well as the vegetables in the yard.

Not only reluctant to part with the income from the restaurant, but also worried about these chores at home, Aunt Xiu also felt worried.

"Me, me, me!" Han Zhen raised his hand and recommended himself enthusiastically, "I can feed chickens and pigs, leave it to me! Anyway, I can't help with the work in the field, so I pick pickles at home and feed pigs Feed the chicken, you can still cook!"

Aunt Xiu no longer regards Han Zhen as an outsider, clapping her hands: "Okay, it's you!"

Yue Xiaohui is about to howl, and she won't be allowed to move for a few months?Can't you suffocate her to death?

Aunt Xiu didn't care about this, Yue Xiaohui was terrified by her first miscarriage, and she was also very sad. She felt that she didn't take good care of her daughter-in-law and caused her to run around like this.Now that she has a baby, she must take good care of her.

Fortunately, there is an extra Han Zhen in the family, otherwise he would really be too busy.

Xiu Tianyu bought a vacuum packaging machine in the town, packed several bags of pickles, packed a box of dried wild vegetables, and vacuum-packed cold sauces, called Han Zheng for the address, and drove there People in the town sent things over.

Han Zheng felt a little depressed when he hung up his phone. People always send delicacies from mountains and seas. This one is very good. I am too embarrassed to say no to sending pickles to myself.Why?People said that the pickles were pickled by Han Zhen himself!

The meaning is very clear, if you, as a brother, don't support him, then you are really not a thing.

The delivery speed is good, and it arrived in three days.Han Zheng carried a cardboard box home with a stern face, and put it in front of his father, "Dad, your youngest son sent you a gift to honor you."

Mr. Han was also shocked. Before, only Han Zhen reached out to ask him for money. This was the first time he received a gift, which made him feel a little unrealistic.

"What's in it?" Mr. Han didn't dare to open the box, for fear that the things inside would be too shocking and scare him.

Not to mention him, even Mrs. Han felt that this incident was unusual.Because Han Zhen was so honest in the countryside, they thought that the child would have to come back crying and shouting after only one month. Who knew that from winter to spring, he was alive and kicking, and they probably almost forgot about them at all. .

Han Zheng sneered and took a paper knife to cut the glue strip on the top of the box, "Your son is afraid that you will not eat well, so he personally pickled a jar of pickles for you and sent them over."

After opening the box, first there was a large package of dried wild vegetables wrapped in newspaper and corn husks, and several packages of prepared sauces. Below were four or five bags of vacuum-packed pickles, which contained a variety of varieties, such as cucumbers, beans, carobs, and cabbage. Bangzi radish strips, and some wild vegetables that can't be named.

Mr. Han looked at the box, and the corners of his mouth twitched, not knowing what to say.

Mrs. Han was afraid that the old man would be angry, so she took a bag of pickled vegetables and began to boast, "Oh, the pickled vegetables are not bad. If you can make them delicious, it's a skill. Didn't Liubiju open a chain store? Han Zhen If I can make pickles look like Liubiju, I'll invest in him."

"Mom, stop making trouble... What kind of pickles are we selling!" Han Zheng really didn't like this thing, not to mention he didn't like it, he usually didn't even eat it.

It was just in time for dinner at home. Mrs. Han greeted the nanny, took a piece of paper from the box, and handed it over, "Cut two plates of pickled vegetables and eat them with porridge. Let's see how to make this dried vegetable. There is also a method written here. Make a piece of paper." Let’s also try something new. It saves you from eating big fish and meat all day long, and eats high blood pressure and high blood sugar. This person needs to eat something light when he is old.”

"Then you can't eat pickles. It's not good to eat these pickles too often." Han Zheng took a pack of pickles and looked at them over and over again.

Mr. Han suddenly burst out laughing, "Oh, this kid has a heart, tsk tsk, did he go to the countryside to reform? He also pickled pickles... Hahahaha, your mother is right, if the pickles are delicious, I will Just invest in him and start a factory!"

Han Zheng rolled his eyes to the sky.

When the meal was ready, in addition to the usual stir-fried vegetables, there were also two plates of chopped pickles, one plate of soy sauce, one plate of chili, and a plate of soaked cold wild vegetables, which looked green and oily. It smells delicious, but I don't know how it tastes.

Mrs. Han picked up a chopstick of cold wild vegetables and put them in Mr. Han's bowl, and said jokingly in her eyes: "Your youngest son is filial, why don't you hurry up and try it?"

Mr. Han hesitated for a while, picked up a leaf and chewed it repeatedly in his mouth. After chewing a few mouthfuls, his eyes lit up, "Oh, this is good!" With a big mouthful of porridge, the chopsticks stretched straight towards the cold wild vegetables.

Is it really so delicious?Mrs. Han made eye contact with her son, and then looked at Mr. Han's way of eating, she always felt cheated.

If Han Zhen used to be picky about whoever he liked, he would definitely follow Mr. Han's rules. He didn't eat this or that, and he didn't know what he ate when he was poor.Usually letting him eat two chopsticks of green vegetables is like killing him, but now he can take the initiative to eat this kind of wild vegetables?

Mrs. Han also picked up a chopstick, looked and smelled it, put it in her mouth hesitantly for a long time, and then her eyes lit up, "Oh, it's really good, very fragrant, like the wild vegetables I ate in restaurants before It's not the same flavor."

"Really? Is it delicious? You are trying this pickle, and the pickle is also delicious!" Mr. Han stuffed a piece of pickled cucumber into his mouth, and it was delicious.

Han Zheng was almost shocked. He was holding a bowl and looked at his parents, as if he didn't know him, "What's so delicious about broken pickles? If I had known you two liked it, I would have brought a jar back home. .”

"Those who don't eat have no right to speak!" Mr. Han drank a large bowl of porridge with wild vegetables and pickles and a steamed bun before finally putting down his chopsticks. "It's really delicious. I didn't expect pickles to be so delicious."

"It's really good..." Mrs. Han glanced at the two packs of pickles left on the tea table, "I think..."

"No, don't think about it, just enough food for how many people? Zhengzheng, you are talking to... Forget it, I will call him and ask him to send me some more, and then give it to your grandpa Grandma, grandma, and grandpa also shared a few bags. This person doesn’t like to eat big fish and meat when he’s old, so he can eat some cold wild vegetables and pickles, and it’s better for his health.” Mr. Han said, Just go find your phone.

Han Zheng's jaw was about to drop. Seeing the cold dish left on the table, he finally took a bite with his chopsticks...

After eating two more mouthfuls of pickles, Han Zheng clicked his mouth, so he began to think about how much investment it would take to open a pickle factory.

Back at his home, Han Zheng lay on the bed thinking over and over about his brother's big change in personality.In his impression, Han Zhen, whom he had known for more than ten years, was a domineering, hard-boiled hob meat.And every day, he feels that everyone is sorry for him, and he looks at everyone as if he owes him money. He spends money lavishly, drives a new car worth more than 100 million yuan, and bumps into it as soon as he says it will hit him. There is no distress at all.

And he doesn't eat anything that is expensive, and he also likes to take his friends out to restaurants, spending tens of thousands of dollars on food every month.

At that time, someone told him that Han Zhen could pickle pickles, live in the countryside, and would go to the fields to help from time to time, he wouldn't believe it even if he was killed!

He felt that even if Han Zhen went to the countryside, he would have to make a fuss and eat up all the chickens and pigs in the village!

So at that time he gave the Xiu family a sum of money, just because he was afraid that his younger brother would make trouble and it would be difficult to deal with it.

But looking at it now... there is something wrong with this matter!

How could a person's personality change so much all of a sudden?And Han Zhen said he likes men before, but what kind of men did he like before?He likes the kind of boy who is fair and white and can't tell the difference between male and female. He likes to play tricks on the bed so that people can come home to sue!

But what kind of person is the second child of the Xiu family?Nima is taller than him, a circle wider than him, a pure man as burly as a mountain!And it's not easy to mess with!With a fierce look on his face!

Han Zheng turned over and pondered, could it be that wicked people still need to be tortured by wicked people?If you can't afford to mess with him, that child Han Zhen will change his sex?That turns too fast, right?It's like a different person...

Thinking of this, Han Zheng shuddered and got up from the bed.

Changed?He had heard before that it seemed that someone was resurrected from the dead, and he became a completely different person, completely different from his previous preferences.

So, could it be that Han Zhen in the past... no, no, his words were strange and confusing... But how should Han Zhen explain this?It would make sense to say that there was a new person in this skin. At that time, he refused to come back with him because he was afraid that he would reveal his secrets when he came back?If you live in an unfamiliar place, you will live very comfortably.

But if it's not the former Han Zhen, then what is in this shell?monster?or another person?

But whether it's a monster or another person, it is indeed much more worry-free than the previous Han Zhen.

But there is no evidence for this matter, even if there is evidence, how can I tell his father?It's not like he was blind and didn't see the cheerful appearance of Mr. Han on the phone today.

Forget it, what's the use of thinking so much?Anyway, it doesn't matter who he is in his body. His surname is Han. It's better if he gets better.If it becomes bad... I guess it won't be so bad no matter how bad it is.

Thinking of this, Han Zheng started beating drums in his stomach, feeling a little hungry... Rolling his eyes, he took out a pack of spicy pickles from Mr. Han from the refrigerator.This taste suits his appetite so much that he can eat a pack of it dry!

Han Zheng happily cooked a bowl of noodles and had a pleasant supper with pickles.He felt that he had to go there when he had time later, to see and discuss about setting up a pickle factory, Emma, ​​that spicy little pickle is really delicious!