The Rebirth Wife Of The Seventies (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 2

    The population of Ye Qingshui’s family is very simple. Grandpa Ye gave birth to two sons. Both sons joined the army. The eldest son died gloriously, and the younger son is still in the army. Grandpa passed away a few years ago, and now there are only three women in the family. Although it is an orphan and a widow, it is a glorious military home, and it has some reputation in the whole brigade.

    Ye Qingshui patted the garlic, lavishly dripped a few drops of lard and fried a sweet potato leafy vegetable, the green leaves were dripping. Not long after she set the tableware, Ye Apo and Ye Ma came to the chaifang for dinner one after another. At the same time, Ye Ma said eagerly, "Shui'er, set another bowl."

    "Xiao Xie's. Friends are staying at our house for dinner today.”

    Fortunately, this Ye Qingshui was worn by Ye Qingshui 40 years later. The habit of cooking according to head and appetite has long been changed, otherwise it would be embarrassing right now. But having said that, this year, it is not very kind to leave a meal without saying hello to the host's family in the countryside.

    Ye Qingshui hadn't figured out which friend of Xie Tingyu's would visit, his voice came before anyone else.

    "Brother Yu, don't you bother?" The man's loud voice revealed a bit of enthusiasm and frivolousness.

    "Yeah." Xie Tingyu responded briefly.

    Ye Qingshui raised his head and plunged into the man's eyes. This... is Shen Weimin. He has a good relationship with Xie Tingyu, and he is also from the capital of the motherland. In Ye Qingshui's impression, most of the educated youths from the capital have eyes on their foreheads, and they don't look down on country folks.

    I don't know if we can treat this kind of good "young master" with the meal tonight. Ye Qingshui slandered silently.

    She personally gave Shen Weimin a bowl of rice, with more rice and less sweet potatoes, very sincere.

    After Xie Ting Yuduan sat down, he unscrewed the bottle of wine. Ye Qingshui glanced at it. She recognized the brand: Zhuyeqing, a Shanxi product. The imported soft wine is long and strong. Shanxi people are good at brewing vinegar and making wine. A bottle costs three and a half cents. . One centimeter in the Red Flag Commune is worth one cent, and the team's strong labor earns eight centimeters a day. In her last life, she was fearless without knowing it. At this moment, Ye Qingshui only felt that Xie Tingyu was quite generous.

    The pale green wine bottle was held by Xie Tingyu, and the clear wine was slowly poured into Ye's stoneware ocean bowl. This quiet manner made the irritable Shen Weimin silent for three minutes, and then he raised his head and stared at Ye Qingshui coldly for a full three seconds.

    Look carefully at the scheming woman who wants to marry Xie Tingyu.

    There is a great posture of fighting for the brothers.

    Shen Weimin had something to say. He took a piece of braised pork and put it in a bowl. "Can I call you Comrade Ye?"

    "Comrade Ye, don't look at what brother Yu is eating now. He didn't pick anything. He was a kid. It’s horrible. I don’t like fat but only lean meat. Oh, it’s too skinny. Plum meat is his favorite. When I was a child, my mother was so sad that I wanted to throw it away. I couldn’t swallow rice, nor noodles. He loves to eat, he never takes a look at the milk powder that our uncle asked someone to buy. From now on..."

    He said lazily, "I have to trouble you to take care of it."

    What is the condition of the Ye family? In the shabby room of the tent, even a kerosene lamp was reluctant to eat. The walls of the wood house were blackened by the ashes of firewood. On the day of the wedding, Shen Weimin only found his eyes black when he came to see it. I don't know how Xie Tingyu returned to Beijing to explain to his parents. The only blame for this rural woman is that she is so scheming, she is sturdy one by one, and she is afraid of men meeting.