There is Room For Abandoned Women In the 1980s

Chapter 774: Having a mother in this family brings cohesion

 After dinner, Zheng Chenghu went home with his wife and children. Zheng Xinyue was frying soybeans for the children in the kitchen. The large pot was heated evenly without worrying about scorching the bottom of the pot.

“Xinyue, why did you fry it all? What a waste. I want to make some miso in autumn!”

Gao Guilan muttered something to herself, and went over to **** the spatula from her daughter's hand, not wanting her to be tired.

“Mom, if someone gives it to you, let the children eat it. It won’t delay your making miso.”

Zheng Xinyue stood aside and watched her mother stir-fry the soybeans. She smiled sweetly at her dissatisfaction and wiped away the worries in the old lady's heart with one sentence.

 “What about beans today?”

Gao Guilan lowered her voice and asked her daughter mysteriously. Zheng Xinyue just smiled and nodded at her, while Gao Guilan grinned from the corners of her mouth to her ears and kept clicking her tongue.

“That’s great, great! I’ll make more miso this year, and I’ll use the remaining soybeans to make a plate of frozen tofu. I’ll have one more dish to eat during the Chinese New Year.”

Gao Guilan was scheming by herself. The more she talked, the brighter her eyes became. Zheng Xinyue suddenly felt that her mother's eyes were so beautiful, like the brightest star in the sky. Whenever she thought about something and was happy, her eyes were as bright as diamonds.

 The beauty of a woman is sometimes not just about her regular facial features, but also her vivid expressions like my mother’s. When she is happy, it’s like fireworks blooming in her eyes. It’s so colorful that it can infect the whole family.

 It’s no wonder that women are the soul of a family. When a mother is in the family, there is cohesion and happiness.

"Xinyue, don't you think I'm irritated? Today the Han family came to bring gifts, and they didn't give me anything less. Gabardine fabrics, watches, pure woolen yarn, and ten pounds of cotton as white as snow, all **** like that. Why do you give me so many colorful gifts?"

Gao Guilan suddenly remembered something important and was chatting with her daughter there, with an indignant look in her eyes.

Zheng Cuixiang is so bad, so I don’t want her to get married in a glamorous way.

"Mom, let me guess! This is all my father's fault. The Han family was afraid that my father would send Han Wenqiang to prison. My father only said that he had given away betrothal gifts, but he did not say how many gifts he had given away? The Han family was not sure of my father's wishes and were afraid of giving up. When the bride price was missing, my father was unhappy and sent Han Wenqiang to jail. It is also due to your credit. Yesterday, he was so intimidating that Han Wenqiang's mother was scared to beat him, so she wanted to get through this first."

Zheng Xinyue held the enamel jar, frowning and tilting her head like a leader as she expressed her conjecture.

“Doesn’t that mean your dad and I are helping that dead girl?”

After listening to her daughter’s analysis, Gao Guilan threw the spatula into the pot with a clang, frowning and sulking to herself.

"That's not helping. I observed Han Wenqiang yesterday. Mom looked at Zheng Cuixiang with such fierce eyes that she wanted to eat her. She must hate Zheng Cuixiang now. Zheng Cuixiang will not enter the Han family until Han Wenqiang has overcome this disaster. It’s her time to suffer.”

Zheng Xinyue's eyes turned cold, and her voice was faintly cold.

An unfilial and vicious woman like Zheng Cuixiang doesn't deserve happiness. It would have been better if she hadn't said those words of disdain and belittling Han Wenqiang yesterday, but she has always shown no mercy in her life and work. It is almost foreseeable how miserable her life will be in the future, but Zheng Xinyue had no sympathy for her at all.

“She deserves it, my unborn grandson will not let her go easily!”

Gao Guilan gritted her teeth and stir-fried vigorously with a spatula, as if the soybeans in the pot were Zheng Cuixiang, being smashed by her spatula.

“Mom, what happened to Han Wenqiang? Is he released or is he still locked up?”

 (End of this chapter)