The Buddhist Wife of the Cold-Hearted Educated Youth in the 1970s

5

Chapter 5 Proposal

"Hey, make fried eggs, one for Zhuangzhuang and one for Xiaowan."

Meng's mother Li Lanxiang came out of the kitchen, wearing a gray apron and holding a cooking spatula with two stacked golden fried eggs on it. She pressed them down with chopsticks to prevent them from falling.

In the courtyard of the Meng family, the family sat around a large round table. Grandma Meng sat at the top seat, and on the left was Meng's father Meng Aiguo. There was an empty seat next to her, which was reserved for Meng's mother.

On the right sat Meng Yanchun, the eldest son of the Meng family, and his daughter-in-law Dong Hanyun. Below them was their son, three-year-old Meng Zhuangzhuang.

Meng Wanqiu was between her mother and nephew, drinking a bowl of fragrant pheasant soup. Because she was stupid when she was young, her family used to take care of her first, so Meng Wanqiu was not scolded for eating first.

"Mom, why don't you make wine lees and soft-boiled eggs for Xiaowan? She likes to eat that." The one who spoke was the eldest sister-in-law Dong Hanyun, who always doted on Meng Wanqiu, even more than her own son.

Meng's mother washed her hands before sitting down and wiped them on her apron. "She said that children can't eat wine lees. It's troublesome to make it twice, so she just made fried eggs directly."

After listening, Dong Hanyun glared at her son, and then said to Meng's mother: "It's okay, I'll do it next time."

Meng Zhuangzhuang sat on a special long-legged chair and saw his mother glaring at him. With innocent big eyes, he looked at his father in confusion, "Dad, why is mother glaring at me?"

Meng Yanchun touched his head perfunctorily and looked at his wife, "It's okay, your mother likes you."

His wife and his sister have a good relationship for a long time. Sometimes he wondered if his wife married him because Xiaowan was his sister.

"Okay, let's eat!" After everyone sat down, Grandma Meng spoke, and everyone started to use chopsticks.

There is no rule of not talking at the Meng family dinner table. They are very interested in all kinds of gossip in the village.

"Hey, Dad, do you know about Pei Zhiqing's incident?" Meng Yanchun first picked up a piece of chicken for his grandmother, and then picked up a piece for his parents, wife, sister, and son, and then picked up a piece for himself.

Their family conditions are pretty good in the village. His father is a retired soldier and receives a subsidy every month. His grandmother also has a pension as an old teacher, so they can eat meat once a month.

But each person only has two or three bites of meat, and the rest is gone. But since Meng Wanqiu got better, he would sneak out several times a month, and every time he would bring back some wild goods.

Wild rabbits, pheasants, etc. Although she was scolded by her grandmother every time, in order to make her family full, Meng Wanqiu always had the courage to admit her mistakes and refused to repent.

At the same time, the family was not surprised by Meng Wanqiu's skills. It was a pity for Grandma Meng. I don't know what she said to them. Everyone made up their own minds.

"I know, it's Pei Zhiqing's bad luck. It was already a done deal, but I don't know what He Zhiqing did, and it turned out to be him." Meng Aiguo shook his head and sympathized with Pei Xingzhi.

"Hey, that's different from what the villagers said!" Meng Yanchun continued.

"Fool, who is Jiang He? How could he leave a handle for his daughter's private affairs?" Meng Aiguo rolled his eyes at his son, thinking that he was tall but not smart.