Reborn in the 1980s, remarried and followed a soldier, the ungrateful wretch cried with regret.

Chapter 575 I also have something important to say.

Fu Mingxue didn't know what to say.

However, since everything is already set up, this is the only way.

At this moment, Qin Wenhuo, who had heard countless stories, said, "Mom, we will go to pay our respects to Dad whenever we have time."

His words made Fu's mother very happy.

"it is good!"

"Let's eat first." Qin Wenhuo looked at Fu Mingxue: "Wife, go wash your hands first, then we'll eat soon."

“Okay.” Fu Mingxue went to wash her hands.

Fu's mother helped serve the food.

Then I called the two little ones out for dinner.

Qin Wenhuo served his mother-in-law a bowl of rice.

He served his wife another bowl, and then served the two smaller bowls as well.

He served himself last.

Fu's mother saw everything he did and once again felt grateful to have found such a good son-in-law.

The dishes on the table, in particular, were cooked really well.

In my hometown, men rarely touch the kitchen.

They believed that this was not something men should do.

"Mom, have some meat." Qin Wenhuo put a slice of meat on his mother-in-law's plate.

There wasn't enough time to stew the meat, so he stir-fried some sliced ​​meat instead.

I must say, this stir-fried meat with garlic leaves tastes really good.

Upon seeing this, Madam Fu immediately said, "Don't put any more on my plate, you eat it yourself."

Qin Wenhuo looked at his wife.

Fu Mingxue immediately said, "I'll do it myself."

What's wrong with someone who likes to serve food to others?
Can't we each eat our own food?
Seeing this, Fu's mother couldn't help but roll her eyes inwardly—her daughter was truly incapable of eating fine food.

The whole family enjoyed the meal.

"The dishes today are quite good; your cooking skills have improved." Fu Mingxue praised him.

Qin Wenhuo's lips curled up involuntarily. "How did you know I cooked this?"

Fu Mingxue looked at him: "Isn't it easy to tell? My mom uses less oil in her cooking, while you use more."

She hadn't mentioned it yet, and Fu's mother hadn't noticed it at first.

Upon hearing this, she glanced at the bowl—and felt a pang of heartache.

How much oil did she use in this dish? One plate of this is enough for a whole table of dishes.

Okay, I'll just cook it myself next time.

We can't let them ruin the kitchen and her oil.

Then I remembered something I hadn't mentioned earlier.

"By the way, Mingxue, I sold our house in our hometown."

Fu Mingxue was quite surprised to hear this.

She thought her mother was very attached to the house and would never sell it.

"Why did you decide to sell that house?"

“A house needs to be lived in. If no one lives in it, it will fall apart in a few years. When I went there this time, I saw that our house had a lot of rat nests and many things were chewed up. Since we can’t live in this house anyway, we might as well sell it now.”

Fu Mingxue agreed, "It's good to sell it! Anyway, even if we go back in the future, we can stay in a guesthouse."

Mrs. Fu nodded, "That's what I think too."

Her daughter lives in Beijing. Even when she gets too old to move around, her daughter would never let her go back to her hometown alone.

Therefore, that house is meaningless in my hometown.

On the contrary, leaving the house empty will attract unwanted attention.

"The money from selling the house will be enough to repair your father's grave, plus a hundred yuan left over. In addition, the Fu family gave us a thousand yuan in compensation, making a total of one thousand one hundred and eleven. Here you go—"

After saying that, Fu's mother went to get the money.

Fu Mingxue quickly stopped her, "Mom, you can keep this money yourself, why give it to me? Oh, right, I also have something important to tell you."

"What's the big deal?" Mrs. Fu immediately realized something, her eyes filled with excitement. "You're pregnant?"

(End of this chapter)