Chapter 50 Lin Jiao's Little Thoughts

"Okay, then you talk to our mom. We should be able to finish our housework this afternoon. Let's go together."

Chen Hui grabbed An Wenjing's hand, placed it between his two hands and rubbed it gently.

It's rough and not as delicate as a little girl's, but it feels very comfortable to touch.

It makes people feel at ease.

"Hey, hey, hey, you two are almost there, in broad daylight!"

Chen Guogang was thirsty for a long time.

When I heard that water needed to be boiled for tea, I calculated the time, put down the work I was doing, and came in to get it.

As soon as I entered the kitchen, I saw the two of them standing face to face, touching each other's hands, laughing and joking.

"Uncle Guogang, you are really..." An Wenjing felt a little embarrassed and wanted to pull her hand away, but Chen Hui held it.

"Uncle Guogang, Aunt Hongmei was still supporting you in broad daylight last time."

"Huh? When did it happen?"

An Wenjing looked at Chen Hui and then at Chen Guogang in surprise, with gossip gleaming in her eyes.

"Hey, Chen Hui, this is not right!" Chen Guogang pointed at Chen Hui and said something, then took a cup of tea and turned away.

Slip away, slip away.

"What happened? When did it happen?" An Wenjing was still very curious.

"No, no, Uncle Guogang is shy, I was just joking with him."

As Chen Hui spoke, he took the tea on the tray and gave it to Jiang Houfa and Huang Miao.

After drinking a cup of tea and taking a short rest, Jiang Houfa, Huang Miao and Chen Hui worked together to lay the floor of the toilet.

Chen Guogang also fixed the roof and helped Chen Hui repair the door.

After being cleaned, the toilet is clean and tidy, and at first glance you can't even tell it's a toilet.

It's more like a new grocery room or something.

Chen Hui stepped forward and jumped back and forth twice, feeling completely safe.

"This toilet is really nice. Master Jiang, can you build one for my house?" Chen Guogang said casually.

"At the end of the year, at the end of the year, there's really no time in between."

"Chen Hui wants to get married, but you don't." When Jiang Houfa heard that there were people cutting in line and adding orders, he waved his hands to refuse.

"Look, people who don't get married can't even use a new toilet."

"It's the end of the year, it's just the right time for me to save some money!"

Chen Guogang's words made everyone laugh.

After finishing the work of repairing the roof and toilet, Chen Guogang asked Chen Hui to return the borrowed ladder to the neighbor.

I packed my things and went home.

Jiang Houfa went into the room and gave the table and bed a second coat of paint.

After lunch and a nap, I came over to give it a final coat of paint and the transformation of the large table and bed was completed.

Chen Hui was going out in the afternoon, so he left the house key to Huang Miao, pushed his bicycle, and went to An Wenjing's house with her.

"Brother Chen Hui, when are we going up the mountain to chop firewood? Shouldn't we check the wild boar traps?" An Wenjing asked casually.

"Today is only the third day, so we should be able to make it in time. I'll go check it out tomorrow when I get back from Dasha Village."

"As for firewood, we can just go to town and buy it when the time comes."

Two large bundles of chopped dry firewood only cost fifty cents.

Chen Hui had never thought about going up the mountain to chop firewood. If he used the time he spent chopping firewood to go to the sea, the money he earned would be enough to buy a lot of firewood.

"Oh, that's fine too." An Wenjing nodded.

"Don't you think I'm spending money recklessly? Don't you know how to live?" Chen Hui asked in surprise.

After all, he had already thought of the response in his mind.

An Wenjing didn't even say a word in rebuttal.

The prediction was predicted, which feels a bit uncomfortable.

"You've already done a lot. You have to make money and take care of these things at home."

"If you don't like going up the mountain, just leave the small tasks of chopping and collecting firewood to me. I'm an expert at this."

An Wenjing raised a thumb and waved it proudly.

"Okay!" Chen Hui nodded. "Hey? Don't you want to persuade me?" Now it was An Wenjing's turn to feel uncomfortable.

"This is the second time you've said you're good at collecting firewood, so this is something you'll enjoy and it'll give you a sense of worthiness."

"I can support you, but I hope you always feel great about yourself," Chen Hui explained.

An Wenjing was stunned at first, and her eyes unconsciously turned slightly red.

He rubbed his eyes, and his mood became cheerful again, "Brother Chen Hui, you are really good!"

"Of course, because I married you."

Chen Hui said this while looking into the distance, feeling a little complicated.

The new life is getting better little by little.

After all, they had to stay overnight, so after dinner An Wenjing went to ask Lin Jiao for her opinion.

Lin Jiao waved her hand and said, "You will belong to someone else's family soon. You shouldn't ask me about this kind of thing. As long as Chen Hui is willing, it will be fine."

"Hey, Mom!" An Wenjing was helpless.

She has always looked down on Chen Guangming's old ideas, but it turns out that her own mother is even more corrupt and outdated than him.

"What do you mean by mom? It will be the same even if Wen Yi gets married."

"As long as you can live your life well, you don't need to worry about me. When I'm old and can't walk anymore, I'll eat at the restaurant of whoever I like."

"Son-in-law, do you have any objections?"

Lin Jiao was smiling when she said this, but her expression inadvertently revealed her caution.

This was a careful test.

Raising a son is a way to provide for one’s old age, Lin Jiao doesn’t want anything when it comes to An Wenjing’s marriage.

It's not just about the selflessness of maternal love, but also about planning for one's own old age.

Chen Hui, who was in his early twenties, certainly couldn't see it. In the eyes of Chen Hui, who had lived half his life, Lin Jiao's little thoughts were as transparent as can be.

"Of course I have an opinion."

Chen Hui's words made Lin Jiao's expression change slightly.

An Wenjing also turned to look at him in surprise, "Brother Chen Hui, you..."

"When mom gets old, she will definitely live with us. This little brat Wen Yi wants to snatch her away, but there's no way."

It's just a promise, it's that simple.

Chen Hui took a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.

It seemed that he was completely unaware of the emotional fluctuations between the mother and daughter.

Lin Jiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Chen Hui, I felt more relieved.

"Brother Chen Hui, can you breathe less heavily when speaking next time?"

An Wenjing complained and put the small half bowl of rice that she had spent half a day dividing into the bowl into Chen Hui's bowl.

"Mom, our sweet potato rice should be almost finished, right?"

Chen Hui looked at An Wenjing's bowl.

He put his bowl in front of her and replaced the bowl filled with sweet potato rice in her hand.

"Hey, you're not used to it!" An Wenjing changed the two people's bowls back.

"Yeah, there's only a little left."

Lin Jiao felt very guilty when she said this, and she didn't even look at Chen Hui while she spoke.

Chen Hui estimated that if nothing unexpected happened, the sweet potato rice in his home should be enough to last until late autumn, just in time to catch up with the newly produced sweet potato rice in early autumn.

This doesn't work.

We have to find a way to force Lin Jiao to give up the remaining sweet potato rice and cook white rice instead.

"Mom, if my sister doesn't come back at night, will she sleep on the beach?"

An Wenyi was eating quietly on the side, and suddenly raised his head and asked Lin Jiao.

If you don't come back after dark, you'll have no choice but to sleep on the beach.

This is what Lin Jiao often used to scare An Wenyi, so now she is very worried about her sister.

(End of this chapter)