The Eighty Blessed Wife is a prodigal

Chapter 440
Tang Xin didn't expect that the business of pencil case and school bag made her hometown earn more than 1000 yuan.

However, the more you earn, the better, and no one is afraid of getting too much money.

"I'm thinking, next summer we will push and rebuild our house, how big do you think it will be?"

He Yan's father spoke to He Yan and Tang Xin. After all, He Yan is the eldest son, and he is not young anymore. Even if he doesn't live at home, he has to discuss with him about rebuilding the house.

Tang Xin looked at her father-in-law unexpectedly, she didn't expect him to discuss it with them.

"We don't pick."

In the future, when the conditions are better, I may move my parents to live in the city, so I don't have any requirements for the house in my hometown, as long as I can live in it.

Hearing what the eldest son said, He Yan's father didn't say anything else.

Because of the morning's driving and the old lady's troubles, everyone in the family was a little tired, so they went to bed early after dinner.

If she went to bed early, Tang Xin would wake up early the next day.

After waking up in the morning, she found that it was not yet full light, and her family hadn't woken up yet.

She went to the toilet to enter the space first, took out some dried roses in the space, and then returned to the kitchen to cook porridge.

Dried rose porridge can eliminate menstrual pain, blood clots, liver spots on the face, etc.; relieve mental tension and discomfort after drinking; it can also treat depression, moisturize the skin, and strengthen circulation. It is suitable for redness, inflammation, and sensitive skin.

Coupled with the fact that these petals are planted in space, the effect is naturally much better than usual.

He Yan's mother was awakened by the aroma of the porridge. When she got up, Tang Xin had already cooked the porridge.

"Get up so early? Why don't you sleep more?"

He Yan's mother yawned and poured herself a basin of hot water to wash her face.

"I went to bed early yesterday, so I got up early today. I made rose porridge. You and Dad will eat more later. It's good for your health."

Tang Xin was cutting the pickles at home, and she had the urge to drool as she cut.

So, he put down the kitchen knife and ate half of the sour radish on the cutting board.

When He Yan's mother saw it, she hurriedly said, "Isn't that counted?"

"Huh? I think it's quite delicious. It tastes just right."

Tang Xin glanced blankly at her mother-in-law, then at the sour radish left in her hand, she put it into her mouth without thinking.

When He Yan's mother heard this, her eyes turned into crescent moons, she hurried into the room to poke her old man.

"what happened?"

He Yan's father, who was soundly asleep, was woken up by He Yan's mother, and asked with a frown.

When he opened his eyes, he saw his wife smiling all over his face. He Yan's father yawned and sat up, looking at her blankly.

"Just now Tang Xin ate half of a sour radish, I see, it's probably a kid, he can't run away."

"That's it?"

He Yan's father spoke angrily.

He thought he was in a hurry to wake him up early in the morning, because he knew that he was going to hug his grandson.

"Oh, I think it's better to be a granddaughter. If a grandson is as virtuous as He Yan in the future, tsk!"

He Yan's mother spoke to herself.

If she is like her daughter-in-law, then her granddaughter's personality...how cute and lovable.

Thinking of this, He Yan's mother sighed with regret.

"I thought it was the grandson just now, but you were the one who woke me up with excitement, and now it's you who regrets not being the granddaughter."

He Yan's father got up and put on a coat, picked up his cigarette pouch and began to smoke.

He Yan's mother pursed her lips: "Isn't this for your old He family's happiness?"

She spoke as if her grandson was her own.

(End of this chapter)