Zhao Qingxiang sneered, "I don't even know what you're thinking. Your sister-in-law has been running around for your matters, and you always used to mock her. I didn't pay attention to it before, but if you do it again, don't come to my house anymore."
Zhao Qingxiang turned around and left, continuing to shell corn. He looked at his wife's hands. "Xiao Yun, you don't need to do it."
"Just having you say that is enough. I was thinking, let's hurry and complete the task. This year, because of poor moisture, let's give Xiao Ling's family some extra grain; the kids are growing up and eating more."
Zhao Qingxiang felt uncomfortable inside. His wife has a sharp tongue but a soft heart.
"Mom, I told them to come over for lunch," Zhao Qingxiang said this for his wife to hear.
"Okay, I'll go mix the cornmeal."
Sun Yun was indifferent; it was just one meal, and she could still manage it.
An Lixia mixed the cornmeal. They were just having cornbread for lunch.
