Chapter 95

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Protagonist:

Chai Mi

Su Jin didn't speak either, sitting at the Kang Tou, pouting her mouth.

However, fortunately both of them were straightforward people, so they didn't get angry.

Chai Mi's maternal aunt's home, the courtyard was relatively small, and several sheds had been built to store fruit, as well as that eighth-hand Hu Che, so there was basically no place for vegetable gardening.

Usually, if Chai Mi's mother Su Wan was at home, she would also often send over vegetables grown at home, or fragrant melons and peaches in summer, all in sufficient quantities; anyway, every time she sent vegetables there were many.

Basically, the vegetables Chai Mi's maternal aunt's home ate in summer and autumn, they had almost never bought any.

The two families interacted very frequently, so Chai Mi didn't stand on ceremony and said: "Alright Sister-in-law, you do your work. Wash the vegetables and put them there; when I picked them, many had soil on them, and I couldn't be bothered to move much, so I just brought them over."

Zhang Hailan hehe laughed: "Chai Mi, you're afraid I won't eat enough, giving me some soil to pad the bottom."

Chai Mi also laughed.

Zhang Hailan didn't dawdle either and went to wash vegetables.

Chai Mi's maternal aunt Su Jin still pouted her mouth.

Chai Mi frowned: "Aunt, you too. This mouth pouted can hitch a cow, aren't you tired?"

"Angry and full all day."

"Hehehe, saved rice."

After a good while, Su Jin then put away the quilt and mattress, only then feeling at ease to sit down and make that small garment.

Making clothes is a technical job; although Chai Mi could also make some, ultimately she wasn't from the last century, someone who walked out of poverty.

Like Su Jin, over fifty years old, when she was young her home hadn't been liberated yet; the clothes she wore all had to be made by herself. Spring, summer, autumn, winter, all were woven cloth, she herself took needle and thread to sew.

Although it was already the 1990s now, and there were sewing machines, Su Jin wouldn't use them, still sewing by hand.

Not to mention other things, Su Jin's sewn needle corners were especially small, looking very comfortable.

Chai Mi touched that piece of red silk cloth, stunned for a moment: "Aunt, can this bottom cool cloth work?"

"Wearing it is cool, the child loves heat. Now it's summer again, once hot they get heat rash. Bottom cool cloth is better." Su Jin explained.

Chai Mi laughed: "Aiya, they're all open-crotch pants, won't get hot. I see my mom wraps my little sister tightly all day, afraid of wind."

"Your mom is careful..."

Before Su Jin finished speaking, Zhang Hailan's voice came from outside: "My third aunt coaxing children is careful, Chai Mi look at you and Xiu'er's heads, both slept so well, you look at my family's cousin, that big head, it's a bit gourd-ladle-shaped..."

Chai Mi: "..."

Su Jin: "..."

Won't speak, you just say a few more sentences, hurry up and anger me to death!

But Chai Mi felt Zhang Hailan's words seemed right, Liu San's head was indeed gourd-ladle-shaped... just not too severe.

To speak of Liu San's looks, actually not that good... Chai Mi pondering like this, felt Zhang Hailan marrying him was a bit wasting her talent.

Relatively speaking, Chai Mi actually knew, it's just that Liu San's family conditions were okay, looks and such were generally average; otherwise Zhang Hailan had been married over for several years without having children, Su Jin although dissatisfied, didn't dare say anything.

After all, if they divorced, ugly can't get a wife what to do...

But Liu San and Zhang Hailan's relationship was still not bad, the two also didn't have this or that... After all, according to Chai Mi's previous life understanding, this matter can't all blame Zhang Hailan, Liu San also had problems.

Topic went far, Chai Mi pulled back her train of thought, laughing and said: "Exactly, my big cousin that's big head thick neck, these two years physique straight heading for one hundred seventy-eight. If not for Sister-in-law you raising well, raising my big cousin's head big, that head of his gourd-ladle-shaped, can't look at."