The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

I felt like I'd only slept for a few hours when I heard rustling sounds coming from inside the room.

Gao Qinghe couldn't open her eyes. She touched the side and found only a warm body.

Jiang Baohai turned off the electric fan that had been running all night, opened the wardrobe, took out a suit, put it on, and said softly:
"Honey, I need to go to the mine early for a meeting today. You can get some sleep before you get up."

Hearing this, Gao Qinghe felt relieved and went back to sleep.

Jiang Baohai reluctantly grabbed the hand resting on the edge of the bed and kissed it before leaving.

Stepping out of the room, I found my mother sitting at the kitchen doorway, picking beans with a handful in her hand.

Hearing the noise, she glanced at him and asked, "Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"

She could hear the two of them making a ruckus all night.

Although I didn't hear anything I shouldn't have, the door kept opening and closing, and the sound of running water from the bathroom went on for a long time.

We've all been through this, how could we not know what's going on?

Jiang's mother is forty-five years old this year, but she feels that she can't sleep and is sleep-deprived, and is becoming more and more like a sixty-year-old woman.

"Something happened."

Jiang Baohai answered casually, then whispered, "Take those leftovers in the fridge and give them to Aunt Zhang to feed the pigs. They've been eating them for days, they're tired of them."

Jiang's mother was clearly reluctant, saying, "That's all meat! It's such a waste to feed it to pigs."

Jiang Baohai realized that he couldn't reason with his mother; she only obeyed orders.

"threw."

After leaving those two words, Jiang Baohai drove away, not even having breakfast at home.

However, there was a canteen at the mine, so Jiang's mother wasn't worried about him going hungry.

"Young people really don't know how to cherish food." Muttering to herself, Jiang's mother hesitated for a moment before getting up to take all the frozen leftovers out of the refrigerator.

I've been eating this for every meal these past few days, and there's still more than half a bowl left. It hurts to think about it.

Looking at the large red "double happiness" character that hadn't been torn down on the window, Jiang's mother carried the leftover food out the door with mixed feelings.

To get to the village entrance, they had to pass in front of the houses of several of Jiang's uncles. Jiang's mother walked very fast, afraid of running into any of them.

The incident on her wedding day was too awkward, otherwise she wouldn't have had to leave all that meat to feed the pigs.

But if I throw it away now, and my sisters-in-law see it, they'll definitely give me a lecture.

If it were a normal person's thinking, I would do whatever I want with my own meat.

But when it came to Jiang's mother, it seemed that everything was connected to Jiang's uncle's family.

Even though it's her own thing, she doesn't dare to own it completely.

Jiang's mother also disliked this feeling, but she couldn't control it and didn't know how to solve the problem.

So, it's best to stay hidden for as long as possible.

Thankfully, Gao Qinghe hadn't gotten up yet, otherwise seeing her mother-in-law sneaking around like a thief while throwing away leftovers would have been infuriating.

Perhaps Jiang's mother got up too early, because she didn't run into anyone she didn't want to see on her round trip.

Gao Qinghe didn't sleep for too long, and woke up naturally around nine o'clock.

I lay in bed for a while, lost in thought, then pricked up one ear to eavesdrop on the sounds outside the room.

It was incredibly quiet outside the door.

Did my mother-in-law go out?
Jiang's mother still cultivates an acre of land, which she divides into several plots to grow vegetables. Since she usually eats alone at home, she doesn't need to go out to buy vegetables.

Jiang Baohai wouldn't allow chickens or ducks to be kept in the yard, so Jiang's mother found a piece of land near the house, built a small shed, and raised more than a dozen chickens there.

These chickens can be quite mischievous at times; they'll fly out of the fence and peck at other people's crops.

Jiang's mother doesn't argue with people, and others always say that her family doesn't lack that little bit of money, so she usually settles things by paying compensation.

When Gao Qinghe got up to wash up, she saw her mother-in-law push open the door and walk in, looking dejected, carrying a half-grown, half-dead chick. She asked in surprise, "Mom, are we having chicken this morning?"

The adult hen has its own flavor, and the chicks have their own crispness. Gao Qinghe swallowed hard.

Jiang's mother stared at her incredulously, then huffed and puffed, "..."

"I'll kill it and feed it to you!"

I cursed in my heart, "You glutton!"

The system kindly reminded Gao Qinghe: "Your mother-in-law's favorability towards you seems quite low. If you'd like to know the exact figure, I can help you check."

"Thank you, but no need. I know she's cursing me in her heart," Gao Qinghe replied in her mind.

She quickly washed her face, then remembered the clothes Jiang Baohai had scrubbed last night and was about to take them out to hang them up.

I looked up and saw that the clothes were already hanging on the clothesline in the yard.

The wind blew for half the morning, and it's almost completely dry.

"Mom, did you hang the clothes up for me?" Gao Qinghe asked in surprise as she approached the kitchen door.

Jiang's mother was wiping away tears as she slaughtered a chicken. Upon hearing the noise, she quickly moved to the side, not daring to let Gao Qinghe see her.

He mumbled a soft "hmm."

If she doesn't air them out soon, the clothes will go bad.

Jiang's mother was furious. In all her life, she had never seen such a lazy daughter-in-law as Gao Qinghe!
What's most infuriating is that she actually came over with a smile and said to her, "Thank you, Mom. You've worked so hard. Please have some more chicken later."

Looking at that smiling, pretty face, she felt guilty even if she cursed her in her heart.

"Mom?" Gao Qinghe exclaimed in surprise, turning Jiang's mother's face towards her. "Did the wind hit your eyes? Why are your eyes so red?"

Jiang's mother was stunned for a moment, then quickly pushed her away, "Get out of here, don't get in my way."

It's best if no one knows about the kind of thing that caused you to be so heartbroken because you lost two dollars in an argument and had to kill the chicks you raised with so much effort to feed others.

Gao Qinghe saw through her intentions but didn't say anything, asking seriously, "Don't you need my help?"

Jiang's mother looked up at the window. Was the sun rising in the west?

But she knew too little about Gao Qinghe and thought she really wanted to turn over a new leaf, so she decided to give her a chance.

"You boil the water, and I'll scald the chicken feathers," Jiang's mother tentatively instructed.

Gao Qinghe clapped her hands. "No problem."

He turned around and looked for a pot, a stove, and coal briquettes.

She picked up two of the honeycomb briquettes from the stack under the eaves and slammed them to the ground, leaving a trail of coal dust.

Jiang's mother felt so bad, it cost eight cents each!
She usually doesn't burn firewood and uses firewood to cook in the large stove.

The firewood sold in the countryside is cheap, much more cost-effective than burning coal.

Especially now that it's summer, the house doesn't need to be heated for long periods, so the coal is saved for winter.

Gao Qinghe looked for a broom in the yard, cleaned the ground, and shoveled up the coal ash, preparing to dump it into the bamboo basket for garbage by the door.

Jiang's mother snatched it away, saying, "Go watch TV, do whatever you want, I'll call you when dinner is ready."

With pleading eyes, it was almost as if it was kneeling down and saying: "Grandma, please don't cause any trouble!"

In Jiang's mother's opinion, no matter how rich the family is, they shouldn't waste things like this.

Gao Qinghe was actually planning to throw away the coal ash as garbage; she was so heartbroken she could hardly breathe.

Gao Qinghe put down the shovel with an innocent look in her eyes. "Then Mom, call me when you've finished cooking. I'll go for a walk around the village."

Jiang's mother shooed him away like a fly, yelling, "Hurry, hurry!" (End of Chapter)