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

As Gao Qinghe entered the hall, she saw Jiang's mother standing awkwardly by the coffee table, looking at her cautiously like a child who had done something wrong.

"Are you thirsty? I'll go make you a bowl of fermented rice wine. You can't drink anything cold today."

Xiao Hai called home at noon to remind his wife that she was on her period and not to drink ice water.

Gao Qinghe sincerely said, "Thank you, Mom. Thank you for your hard work."

Her eyes immediately fell on the large watermelon in a net on the coffee table, and she asked in surprise, "Mom, did you buy this watermelon?"

Second Aunt Zhang Wen quickly replied, "Your eldest aunt is thinking of you all. She specially asked me to pick out a good one and bring it over. The melons are the sweetest these days. Aren't you thirsty? Lianxin, hurry up and cut it up for Xiaohai's wife to taste and see if it's sweet."

Don't bother making fermented rice wine; it's a waste of firewood and time!
As expected, Jiang's mother stopped and planned to come back to get the watermelon.

Gao Qinghe: "Mom, I want to drink fermented rice wine."

Jiang's mother immediately turned back and walked very fast.

My second aunt followed silently, then saw the turtles in the bucket on the ground and gasped in surprise.
Wow! What a great turtle!

As she spoke, she jokingly scolded, "Lianxin, that's not very kind of you. You're getting all this good stuff without thinking of your brother and sister-in-law. Are you planning to keep it all to yourself?"

Jiang's mother regretted not covering the bucket with the cutting board, as someone had seen the turtle.

But unable to hide it, he chuckled and said, "They work hard to earn money outside, so I got one to help them improve their health. Next time, I'll buy two more and we can all get together on a good day."

A tactful person would simply exchange polite words and move on after hearing this.

My second aunt, still smiling, pressed on, "Wouldn't the Mid-Autumn Festival be perfect? ​​Your yard is spacious, why don't you hold it here? The older generation has all passed away, and now it's just a few of us left. We can't let something like this cause us to drift apart, don't you think?"

Jiang's mother looked troubled, as she had been the one to organize the Mid-Autumn Festival celebrations every year for the past three to five years.

For those three meals, the dishes had to be prepared a day in advance. On the actual day, she was busy from morning till night. Just thinking about how tired she was made her heart tremble.

Fortunately, her second sister-in-law offered a way out. If she didn't take that approach this time, there might be no chance to mend the relationship.

Jiang's mother hesitated, unsure of what to say.

Gao Qinghe picked up the watermelon and put it in her second aunt's arms.

"What's wrong?" Aunt Zhang Wen thought she wanted to eat watermelon again, so she subconsciously cupped the watermelon in her hands.

Gao Qinghe said with a smile, "I dare not eat the melons from this house, Second Aunt, you should go back."

"Oh, by the way, you just said you wanted to come to my house to help with cooking for the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Help with the cooking?

How do I prepare meals for these five families, young and old, for three tables?

how can that be!

Zhang Wen chuckled dryly twice, "I didn't say that. I was discussing with your mother about the five families spending the Mid-Autumn Festival together, so we can get closer together."

Gao Qinghe: "Close? Which relatives are you close to? Are you planning to go back to your parents' home to visit relatives?"

Zhang Wenxin thought to herself, "What nonsense is this? Is Xiao Hai's wife hard of hearing at such a young age?"
Thinking that he might still be holding a grudge about what happened on their wedding day, Zhang Wen said "Hi" and then said:
"Even if they aren't elders, they are still elders, right, Lianxin?"

"Look, your aunt specifically asked me to bring you some melon. For the sake of the melon, let's let bygones be bygones and continue to be happy together, okay?"

Gao Qinghe nodded and looked at the sky: "Yes, the weather is quite nice today."

Zhang Wen's lips twitched, and he was about to put the melon down.

Gao Qinghe blocked her way, "Aren't you getting ready for dinner? Second Aunt, you should go home and cook, don't let my second uncle go hungry."

"No, no, it's not time yet, it's still early."

Gao Qinghe: "Morning exercises? You do aerobics too?"

Even if Zhang Wen was stupid, he could tell that his wife was just talking nonsense and had no intention of talking to him properly.

Gao Qinghe, who had already read the message, replied randomly and pulled her second aunt out of the room.

"You're too old for aerobics. Go home and mind your own business." Zhang Wen: "I... I was talking about the Mid-Autumn Festival..."

"It's not even Chinese New Year yet, and you're already thinking of giving me a red envelope, Auntie?"

Gao Qinghe waved her hands repeatedly, "No, no, please take it back."

The two pushed and shoved each other to the courtyard gate. Gao Qinghe closed the gate and waved:

See you next year, see you next year! No need to see me off!

With a clang, the small door locked, and Gao Qinghe stood inside, smiling and waving, "Goodbye!"

He turned around and went into the house as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Wen stood blankly at the door, holding a heavy watermelon, his eyes wide with astonishment.

It took her a long time to recover from this inexplicable shock, and she murmured in disbelief:

"Has Xiao Hai's wife gone mad?"

Jiang's mother, who witnessed the whole thing, looked at Gao Qinghe with concern in her eyes when she saw her return.

"Xiao He, are you alright?"

Gao Qinghe moved her neck and twisted her waist, "I'm fine."

"Is the fermented rice wine ready?" Her big eyes blinked innocently, looking both innocent and greedy.

Jiang's mother was reminded that the food was still cooking in the pot, and she quickly ladled out the cooked rice wine.

A steaming bowl of hot water looks like it's not only not thirst-quenching, but it makes you even hotter.

Gao Qinghe murmured regretfully, "I should have kept the watermelon hidden."

Let the fermented rice cool for a while, Gao Qinghe gently patted the table.

Jiang's mother, who was about to slip away, froze, slowly moved to the table, and sat down obediently.

Gao Qinghe said, "Mom, it's my fault. I forgot to tell you before I left that the dog and those people are not allowed to come in."

Jiang's mother hurriedly explained, "After all, we are relatives of the same ancestor. If we really stop seeing each other because of such a small matter, I don't know what the villagers will say about Afu being unkind."

Gao Qinghe nodded: "You want to cook for someone, right? I know someone in the city who owns a restaurant. Can I introduce you to them? You can earn a hundred yuan a month."

Jiang's mother: "It only happens a few times a year, it'll pass if it's a little tough."

Gao Qinghe suddenly realized, "Oh~, Mom, you like being taken advantage of, right? Fine then, from now on you can wash all of my family's clothes, including underwear, dry them, iron them, and put them in the closet."

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang's mother's face darkened, and she glared at her with a "you dare?" look.

Gao Qinghe was fearless and met her gaze. "Mom, let me ask you, compared to those other families, which one is closer to you?"

Jiang's mother's eyes darted around frantically, but she wasn't completely confused. She said, "Of course, my daughter-in-law is closer to me."

"That's it!"

Gao Qinghe clapped her hands. "I'm closer, so my family is your family too. You have so much free time, yet you'd rather cook for people you're not close to than do laundry for your own family? Do you think that's right?"

Jiang's mother's face flushed red, and she stood up abruptly. "Do you really think of me as your servant? Why should I wash your family's clothes!"

It was rare for Jiang's mother to get angry, and after she finished speaking, she was so angry that her whole body was trembling.

To everyone's surprise, her daughter-in-law actually laughed after being yelled at.

She clapped her hands, laughed, and stood up, patting her shoulder with satisfaction, saying:
"Yes, that's exactly it!"

"Next time they make a suggestion that makes you even slightly unhappy, just tell them this: 'Why should I do it for you?'"

Jiang's mother: Huh? Huh? Huh! (End of this chapter)