Chapter 220

Blushing, she took the eggs and slowly began to peel them.

She couldn't bear to boil the eggs, but she couldn't resist Cao Cao Weiguo's insistence.

She had just started her period; where was such delicacy needed?

Eggs and brown sugar, making it seem like she was in confinement.

After carefully peeling the eggs, she reached out to put them into Cao Cao Weiguo's bowl.

Cao Cao Weiguo immediately held his bowl far away: "The eggs were boiled for you; eat them quickly."

Arguing over a single egg left Cao Cao Weiguo quite helpless.

Song Song Yulan shot Cao Cao Weiguo a look: "A big bowl of stir-fried flatbread is enough to fill me; where would I find room for more?"

Cao Cao Weiguo said with a stern face: "Even if you can't eat, you must eat. Look at how long you've been married here, yet you're still so thin."

Song Song Yulan said aggrievedly: "I don't eat less; I just don't put on flesh."

Cao Cao Weiguo said: "You just can't bear to eat; otherwise, how could you be so thin, making it seem like our family can't get enough to eat?"

Song Song Yulan's thriftiness in managing the household was a good thing, but Cao Cao Weiguo felt she was being a bit too thrifty.

The wages he brought home every month wouldn't run out even if they ate meat every single day.

The chickens at home laid eggs every day, yet this wife of his just couldn't bear to eat them.

This tight, pinched way of living made Cao Cao Weiguo feel uncomfortable inside.

Wasn't the money he earned meant to let the family live a good life?

If she couldn't bear to eat or spend, what use was the money he earned?

He had spoken to Song Song Yulan about it several times, but it did little good.

Song Song Yulan simply clung to "managing the household thriftily" and wouldn't let go.

After finishing breakfast, Song Song Yulan washed the dishes and tidied the house.

Cao Cao Weiguo pushed his bicycle out of the large courtyard.

"Ding, Daily Check-in Successful!"

"Obtained Advanced Chinese Pastry Chef Skill!"

The heavenly sound that rang out made Cao Cao Weiguo's eyes light up.

Chinese pastry making has a long history, with diverse flavors and numerous varieties.

Such as northern dumplings, noodles, pulled noodles, pancakes, and sweet glutinous rice balls.

Such as southern steamed dumplings, spring rolls, sticky rice dumplings, sweet rice balls, and steamed stuffed buns.

Furthermore, based on local produce and folk customs, many regionally distinctive snacks have evolved.

"Cao Weiguo, wait for me!"

Just as Cao Cao Weiguo was feeling happy, Qin Qin Huairu ran up after him.

As expected, the moment she opened her mouth, it was complaining and borrowing grain.

Qin Qin Huairu's eyes were misty with tears, looking utterly pitiful.

Cao Cao Weiguo also knew that Qin Qin Huairu's days were indeed hard.

Without Seeing Seeing Shazhu's support, her standard of living had plummeted off a cliff.

Giving Qin Qin Huairu a little grain was a drop in the bucket for him.

But he deeply understood the principle that a liter of rice brings gratitude, but a dou of rice brings enmity.

He had also seen through the true nature and faces of the Jia family.

Cao Cao Weiguo said bitterly: "Qin Jie, you know the family finances are in my wife's hands; I simply cannot lend you grain."

This statement made Qin Qin Huairu feel exceptionally distressed.

Through their interactions over this period, she had witnessed Song Song Yulan's sharpness.

Song Song Yulan looked weak, but her character was actually domineering; she managed the household with meticulous calculation and allowed no one to take even a penny's worth of advantage from her family.

Moreover, her mother-in-law had already offended Song Song Yulan enough.

Given Song Song Yulan's nature, how could she possibly lend grain to the Jia family?

Qin Qin Huairu said mournfully: "Cao Weiguo, sister truly has no other way. Little Little Huaihua hasn't had a full meal in several days; she cries all night from hunger. I know you have a kind heart; please help sister."

Cao Cao Weiguo sighed: "Qin Jie, I truly have the will but not the power."

Having finished speaking, Cao Cao Weiguo pedaled his bicycle and sped away.

He did want to give Qin Qin Huairu some grain and then take some advantage.

But there is no wall that doesn't let the wind through; if Song Song Yulan found out, there would surely be a fight at home.

He did not want to cause domestic unrest because of an outsider.

"Coward!"

Watching Cao Cao Weiguo's retreating back, which looked like he was fleeing, Qin Qin Huairu stamped her foot in anger, her eyes red.

Just after getting married, he was completely controlled by his wife.

He listened to Song Song Yulan on everything, acting like a mere beast of burden.

Qin Qin Huairu said this with her mouth, but in her heart, she felt envy and jealousy toward Song Song Yulan.

She truly never expected that Cao Cao Weiguo would dote on and fear his wife so much.

Song Song Yulan, a country girl, was now the object of envy for every woman in the entire courtyard.

Comparing Jia Jia Dongxu and Cao Cao Weiguo was like comparing earth to sky.

When Jia Jia Dongxu was alive, he was practically a copy of Jia Jia Zhangshi.

His character was sharp and mean; he was gluttonous and lazy, treating her like a maid to be ordered around.

She did all the dirty and tiring work at home; where had she ever enjoyed a single day of comfort?

Looking at how Cao Cao Weiguo treated Song Song Yulan, it was not quite total submission, but close to it.

The key was that Cao Cao Weiguo was also a capable person.

Qin Qin Huairu walked toward the factory with a bitter and resentful heart; Xu Xu Damao rode up on his bicycle.

"Qin Jie, why do you have so little spirit!"

Qin Qin Huairu wiped the corner of her eye: "My stomach is empty; where would I get any spirit?"

Xu Xu Damao's eyes lit up; he smiled and asked, "What's wrong? Has the family run out of grain?"

Qin Qin Huairu gave Xu Xu Damao an annoyed glare: "Why are you still gloating?"

Xu Xu Damao leaned in and said lecherously, "I'll treat you to lunch."

Qin Qin Huairu blushed: "How could I accept that?"

Xu Xu Damao said affectionately, "What relationship do we have? Treating you to a meal is nothing."

Qin Qin Huairu smiled and said, "I heard Lou Xiaoe went back to her maiden home again; do you have plans?"

Xu Xu Damao grinned wickedly: "You know me best, Qin Jie; five extra steamed buns with lunch, and come sit in my room tonight."

Qin Qin Huairu flirtatiously patted Xu Xu Damao: "Look at you; add ten jin of cornmeal."

Xu Xu Damao said generously: "No problem!"

Qin Qin Huairu's reply made Xu Xu Damao overjoyed.

Qin Qin Huairu wanted quite a lot, but he didn't care.

Thinking of tasting her fragrance tonight, Xu Xu Damao pedaled his bicycle with extra strength.

He imagined in his mind that Qin Qin Huairu was not only beautiful but also fertile.

Perhaps he would have a son!

Lou Xiaoe was beautiful and her family was wealthy, but she had a bad temper and could not bear children.

If he hadn't been reluctant to give up the Lou family's money, he would have divorced Lou Xiaoe long ago.

If he married Qin Qin Huairu, wouldn't sons come one after another?

Rolling Steel Mill

As soon as Cao Cao Weiguo arrived at the kitchen, Yu Yu Haitang came looking for him.

"Director Cao!"

"Yu Haitang, is there something you need?"

Yu Yu Haitang said crisply: "Director Cao, the factory is holding a July First essay contest; our director hopes you will participate."

An essay contest?

Cao Cao Weiguo considered his writing ability average.

Moreover, in this period, it was better to keep one's pen still.