Usually three bowls of porridge can fill up the big bowl. You have to walk a little slower. With six steamed buns for three people, the staple food for a family of three is provided.

Coupled with the pickles and other things at home, it was good to eat and full. More importantly, there was no need to pay for it at all during the disaster, so Xian Junniang had a great time running to the porridge shed every day to get food.

Of course, while eating the food given by others, I never heard a single word of gratitude come out of her mouth.

"Mom, are you back? I said I was going to pick you up." Jiang Xianjun said.

If it had been some time ago, Jiang's mother would have smiled and said, "I'm not a child, so why would I need to pick it up?"

But today, Mother Jiang's face was very ugly. With a dark face, she thrust the bowl and bowl into Jiang Xianjun's hand: "Take it!"

Jiang Xianjun took the things and did not rush to look at the food in the bowl, but stared at Jiang's mother's face.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Did you quarrel with someone again?"

"without!"

Mother Jiang groaned angrily, raised the curtain and entered the east room.

In the east room, the lights hadn't been lit yet, and Jiang Er was lying on the bed in the dim room.

Hearing the movement in the main room, Jiang Er struggled to sit up.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you so angry? What happened?" Jiang Er asked with a concerned look on his face.

Xian Junniang didn't even go to light the lamp. She pulled up a stool and sat down. After sitting down, she started cursing.

"I don't know if the fight between Scar and I was spread to the Luo family by those gossips. They must have added fuel to the fire. When I went to receive the relief food at noon, it was still for three people, but at night it was not my share!

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"Those women who cooked the food took advantage of their own strength and said that Qing'er had spoken out, saying that Scarzi and I were wasting food and deducting one day's rations. In addition to this meal, there are two more meals to be deducted!"

"Ah? Is there such a thing?" Jiang Er was also dumbfounded.

Jiang Xianjun followed Jiang's mother into the house when he heard the punishment.

He paused on his feet and looked down at the food in his hand.

There is indeed one less serving than usual.

Jiang Xianjun immediately raised his head and deliberately said in a relaxed and calm tone: "It's okay, dad and I are still here. It's okay for the three of us to eat together."

At this time, Jiang Er followed his son's words and said, "The Luo family's porridge is thick and the steamed buns are big. One is enough for me to eat at a meal, and the rest is enough for your mother to fill her stomach."

Jiang Xianjun nodded, came to the table, put the things on the table, and fumbled to light the lamp.

There are soybean oil lamps on the table.

Before the flood, tung oil lamps were lit.

If she had not broken off the engagement with Mianmian, candles would have been lit at home now.

After breaking off the engagement with Mianmian, I no longer have any hope of lighting candles, and tung oil is not bad either.

After the furniture was repaired after flooding, in order to prevent the damp furniture from breeding termites, the remaining tung oil was used to coat the furniture.

So I can only light this kind of soybean oil lamp. When it is lit, the light is about the size of a mung bean. It jumps endlessly and cannot illuminate an area as large as a sieve. On the contrary, it makes people more drowsy.

Jiang Er looked at the weak firelight and yawned.

"Xianjun, go to the kitchen and bring three bowls over. Let's finish our dinner quickly and then wash up and go to bed!"

Jiang Xianjun responded, turned around and left, but was stopped by his mother.

"Xianjun, just take your tableware and chopsticks, don't take mine," she said.

"Why?"

"I won't eat at night."

"Ah? It's a long night, mother, how can you not eat?" Jiang Xianjun asked with a frown.

Xian Junniang was sitting at the table, the dancing firelight was extremely weak, her face was half-lit, her eyes were dark, like a snake hiding in the dark, and she exuded an aura of resentment.

"Stop making trouble, you should eat and sleep, don't worry about so many things!" Jiang Er also heard Xian Junniang's words and said impatiently.

"Am I the one who caused the trouble? What did I do? She took advantage of her power and deducted my food rations first. Is it troublesome for me to argue that I won't eat her food?" Xian Junniang asked Jiang Er word by word.

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Don't be fooled by this "calm" appearance. Jiang Er and Xian Junniang have been husband and wife for twenty years, and they know this woman's temperament well.

If she jumps up and makes a sarcastic comment, that's fine. Just ignore her and wait for a while until she's done venting. It'll be fine.

The more she calmly breaks things off with you, the game is over and this is a sign that she is serious about it.

How to fix it?

I still have to force myself to coax him!

"I didn't say I'd stop eating for you. Let's make do with these two meals. Why don't you eat?"

"If you don't eat, won't your body collapse? If you collapse, who will help take care of the children when your wife comes in? Xianjun, do you think so?"

Jiang Er winked at Jiang Xianjun.

Jiang Xianjun understood and quickly responded: "Yes, yes, dad is right. Mom, please sit down while my son gets the dishes and chopsticks!"

Mother Jiang suddenly slapped the table and stood up.

"I've already said that I won't eat if I don't eat. I won't starve to death if I don't eat one meal. I won't starve to death if I don't eat three meals!"

"After one breath of life, I still don't believe that I am afraid of her, Yang Ruoqing!"

After saying these words, Xianjun Niang left the house angrily and went back to her own room to sleep. The door of the room was slammed by her.

After Jiang Er became paralyzed, Xian Junniang stopped sleeping in the same room with him.

There were only three rooms in the house, so she went directly to her son Jiang Xianjun's room with her quilt in her arms. She slept on the bed, and Jiang Xianjun built a shop next to it.

When Lao Jiangtou and Jiang Da saw it later, they all accused them of being rude to their mother and son.

Two able-bodied people slept with their heads covered at night and left Jiang Er, a paralyzed patient, in another room. It was heartless!

Furthermore, Jiang Xianjun is already engaged, and his wife is about to come in. How can he still sleep in the same room as my mother? If the news spreads, he won’t be afraid of being laughed at by the villagers?

Therefore, due to pressure from all aspects and Jiang Xianjun's filial piety, Jiang Xianjun moved to Jiang Er's house to build a floor, so that he could take care of Jiang Er more conveniently at night.

Jiang Xianjun's house was then occupied by Xianjun's mother alone. In order to marry her daughter-in-law, the bed, tables and chairs in the house were all renovated and painted with tung oil... Xianjun's mother also lived in it as usual.

I have no intention of moving away.

"Dad, what do you think of my mother?" When Jiang Xianjun heard the door slamming, he was confused and asked Jiang Er for advice.

Jiang Er sighed heavily, "She has such a temper. She feels that she has been humiliated, and she has no way to find someone to show off her anger to, Qing'er, so she is holding back her anger, and she is holding it back like this."

"Don't worry about her anymore. If you continue to do so, all your anger will be directed at us and we will suffer in vain."

"Okay!" Jiang Xianjun had no choice but to listen to Jiang Er's arrangement.

Ever since he was a child, he has been a person without an idea. He either listens to his father or his mother. Anyway, he has never had an idea of ​​his own.
Chapter completed!