Song Ci twitched the corner of her mouth: "Sister-in-law is praising me, right?"

"Of course I'm praising you, I don't like the brother and sister of the Hu family, especially Hu Qiao's charming look, who will show her all day long?" Qiao spat, then looked carefully at the hall, pulled Song Ci and lowered her voice, "Didn't our mother bent on matching you and the cousin of the Hu family? Haha, I don't know, if I hadn't gotten married to your elder brother before, I'm afraid your mother would be willing to marry the fox girl into the house."

"What are you talking about to A Ci?" Song Dalang pulled Qiao's sleeve and spoke with dissatisfaction.

Qiao snorted coldly: "I know, no one in your family can say that. Especially your humble appearance, I really think that something good is here."

As Qiao said that, she did not forget to give Song Dalang a blank look, turned her head and entered the kitchen.

Song Ci swallowed his saliva, and he had to follow him as soon as he turned his steps.

Song Dalang immediately stopped her and said righteously: "A Ci, I said from today on, you can't do the same as before..."

"Brother, you misunderstood. I'm just worried about my sister-in-law. You men are always not careful enough. Did you not hear that your sister-in-law is so jealous just now? Don't worry, I'll help you say a few good things and keep your sister-in-law from you anymore." Song Ci patted Song Dalang's arm. Before he could go out, he saw Qiao sticking out his head.

"I have a stronger relationship with your elder brother than Jin, so you don't have to say good things."

"..." Song Ci was speechless.

When he arrived at the dining table, Song Ci looked at the plate of meat slices as thin as cicada wings in the center of the table, then looked at the green vegetable porridge in front of him, and carefully poked out the chopsticks.

With a "bang", Liang knocked her chopsticks neatly.

Song Ci looked at her with grievance: "Mom."

"Why did An Jinzhi send you home and don't know what you think?" Liang looked at her and reached out to push the plate that had not had a few slices of meat away from her.

Song Ci sighed: "When will it take forever to finish this time?"

"Let's talk about it when you lose weight." Liang didn't raise his head.

"...Mom, I will die if I don't eat meat." Song Ci put down his chopsticks and looked at Liang with a serious face.

Liang sneered, without any response.

"Mom, don't you remember? I almost died when I ate that bowl of Yangchun noodles!" Song Ci grabbed Liang's wrist with heartache, "Mom, to be honest, do you think I'm rejected by my husband or starved to death?"

Liang fell on her eyes and sighed quietly: "My son, the water splashed by the married daughter, if you are rejected by your husband's family, you will have no way to live in this mountain village in the future. There is a dead left and right. If you really can't stand a life without oil, why not just stop yourself."

Song Ci silently let go of Liang's hand, picked up the wild vegetable porridge in front of him and took a sip of it with a look of regret to die.

Suddenly, Song Ci rolled in her belly, and she rushed to the side with a pale face and vomited loudly.

Liang was stunned for a moment, and quickly got up and ran to Song Ci: "You really can't eat this?"

Qiao also brought water to Song Ci, "Mom, you are really good. No matter how you say A Ci has a body, how can you eat such unnutritious things? Haven't our family been tight on A Ci for many years? It's unreasonable that A Ci will treat her harshly if she marrys someone."
Chapter completed!