Married to the army by mistake, abstinent boss becomes addicted to pampering his wife

Chapter 52 Jiang Qing is disliked by her mother-in-law

"Let me tell you, my wife's fried pancakes are incredibly delicious! The batter is neither too thin nor too thick. She adds an egg, sprinkles some chopped green onions, and then fries it in lard. They're even more delicious than meat!"

While drinking fried noodle porridge, the soldiers listened to the old squad leader talk about how his wife made scallion pancakes, and their eyes showed longing and hunger.

Adding eggs and lard, wouldn’t it be fragrant and delicious?

Lu Cheng stared at the old squad leader's vivid face, and his mind couldn't help but emerge with the fair, tender and delicate face of his wife, as white as jade.

Before he got married, he could never understand why grown men talked about their wives all the time.

It’s not like a baby who hasn’t been weaned can’t live without his mother, so he can’t live without his wife, right?
Now he has experienced that feeling firsthand.

I am worried about her, thinking about her day and night, and my mind is full of my wife.

When he thought of her soft and delicate body waiting for him at home, his chest felt as hot as if a flame was burning, and he had the energy to do anything.

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye.

The soldiers who had finished their rest continued to fight.

……

It's hot and the sun is scorching.

After depositing the money in the bank, Jiang Moli found a dessert shop and sat there until almost evening before leisurely returning to the military compound.

"I am back."

An Hui sat on the sofa, arms folded across her chest, looking as if she had been waiting for her for a long time.

"I asked you to go apologize to Aunt Wu this afternoon, where were you?"

Jiang Moli was very calm. "I took the bowl set over. Aunt Wu said it wasn't needed, so I brought it back."

Ma Hongmei came out of the kitchen, in a tone of earnest persuasion, "Xiao Jiang, your Aunt Wu is being polite to you, you can't really take the things back. If it gets out, people will say that the Lu family has no manners.

"Is that so? Then I'll take the bowl to her."

"My sister-in-law has already delivered it to you this afternoon, and she has also apologized to Aunt Wu on your behalf."

"Oh."

Seeing her helpless look, Ma Hongmei shook her head and went back to the kitchen to cook.

Anhui glared at her, "What did you do all afternoon?"

"I went to the bank to deposit money."

"What money do you save?"

"My dowry, the 888 yuan betrothal gift you gave me when we got engaged, and the meeting gift, all came back to me. My dad asked me to bring it all back, plus the wedding fee and red envelopes. The total was 1358 yuan. I deposited the entire 1300 yuan into Lu Cheng's bankbook."

Jiang Moli handed the passbook and banknote to An Hui.

Although the Lu family didn't ask her how much dowry she brought, she had to tell them clearly.

After all, if they divorce later, these accounts must be settled to avoid the Lu family thinking that she cheated on her marriage and money.

An Hui looked at her pale face, and the depression in her heart dissipated a lot.

The dowries of the eldest and second daughters-in-law were in their own hands, and she, as the mother-in-law, never asked about it.

It’s not that the two daughters-in-law are bad or that they have any selfish motives.

She thought it was nothing wrong for a woman to hold her dowry in her own hands.

But Jiang Moli did not open an account to save her dowry, but deposited all the dowry under the name of the third son.

It is obvious that she really wants to live with the third brother.

Her expression softened considerably, and she returned the passbook to Jiang Moli. "Next time you go out, tell your family when you need to. Don't just run away without saying a word, it'll make people worry."

This request was not too demanding, so Jiang Moli agreed readily.

Not long after, Lu Dezhao returned home from get off work. Seeing An Hui sitting alone on the sofa sewing, he hurriedly put down his briefcase and walked over to sit next to An Hui, saying in a flattering tone:
"Are you still angry? I gave that bastard Third Brother a good scolding, and I let you vent your anger."

An Hui glanced at him, half believing and half doubting: "The third brother should be in Diancheng right now, can you contact him?"

“I trained it in my mind.”

An Hui was speechless. "Go away. I'm tired of seeing you."

Lu Dezhao licked his cheeks and moved closer: "How about I give Xiao Jiang a good scolding too?"

"You're always scolding me for this and that. Why don't you bring your work rules home?"

Lu Dezhao said, "Then she always makes you angry."

An Hui breathed a sigh of relief and told Lu Dezhao that Jiang Moli had deposited her dowry under Lu Cheng's name.

"I used to think the third brother had terrible taste, marrying a lazy, spendthrift daughter-in-law. Now it seems his taste isn't that bad. After all, she's on his side."

Lu Dezhao scratched his head. From a man's perspective, he couldn't understand why there was anything worth talking about in this matter.

As a couple, does it matter whose name the money is kept in as a family?

But from Anhui's perspective, a woman who is willing to give all her dowry to a man must truly love this man and want to spend her whole life with him.

……

There is no electricity in Lizigou, so as soon as it gets dark, the villagers go to bed early after dinner.

Jin Yulan carried a kerosene lamp and led Jiang Qing into an adobe house. "Xiaoqing, you can sleep in this room. Jiaming specially asked his uncles to help build a new house for you. Look, the walls aren't even dry yet."

"I'm sorry to have troubled you uncles. When Jiaming comes back, we'll go and thank you together."

Jin Yulan was very satisfied with Jiang Qing's tactfulness. "Okay, then you can take a rest. Here's the kerosene lamp for you. But don't light it too late. Kerosene is expensive."

"it is good."

After Jin Yulan left, Jiang Qing closed the door and looked around the house with a kerosene lamp in hand.

The house had mud walls, a thatched roof, and the floor was paved with unfired mud bricks. There was nothing else in the house except a wooden bed and a bench.

Maybe it was because the newly built mud walls were not completely dry, and coupled with the humidity, there was a rotten smell in the house that was very unpleasant.

Jiang Qing, who was used to living in a brick and tile house in the city, felt extremely uncomfortable when she suddenly had to live in a mud house in the countryside.

But the current difficulties are only temporary.

In three months at most, when Zhang Jiaming has made military achievements and is promoted, she will go to join the army and come back to take the college entrance examination.

It would be great if she could pass the exam, but if she couldn't, she could also find a job in the army and follow her husband Zhang Jiaming.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qing was full of confidence in the future.

On this side, Jin Yulan returned to her room in the dark under the moonlight, took off her shoes and went to bed.

As soon as she lay down, her husband Zhang Tiesheng reached out his hand, but she angrily slapped it away.

"Stop it, I'm upset."

"What are you so worried about? You used to worry about Jiaming's marriage, but now Jiaming has a wife, so why are you still worried?"

"How can this be considered a marriage? She just came here without a word, without any explanation and without any dowry. How can this be considered a marriage? This is the new society now. In the past, this was the behavior of a concubine! She secretly married Jiaming without any matchmaker or engagement. She is a person without any rules or upbringing at all."

Before today, Jin Yulan was full of praise for her daughter-in-law Jiang Qing.

She is dignified and beautiful, well-educated, has a city hukou, and is hardworking.

Who in the village didn't envy her for having such a good daughter-in-law?

But as the saying goes, it's not a good deal if you're the one who's trying to get something.

Jiang Qing came to Zhang's house with just a bag on her shoulder, and she didn't bring any dowry, but she looked down on it.

If this happened in ancient times, someone like Jiang Qing wouldn't even be considered a wife, she'd be a concubine!
(End of this chapter)