The reborn fierce wife is going to counterattack

Chapter 225 Cold War
Letter from home?

Ji Weihe coughed lightly in fright, he almost forgot, he took the letter yesterday and didn't remember to read it yet.

When Feng Huaying looked over, Ji Weihe hurriedly said, "I'll go and have a look."

Turned around and went to the study.

Feng Huaying sneered, "Scared like a bear."

Holding a pen to write and draw there, she has some ideas about the design drawings, so she will write them down first.

I don't know when Ji Weihe came back, he said naturally: "Everything is fine at home, this year's harvest is good, mother also said that she would send us some freshly ground flour."

Feng Huaying didn't raise her head: "We have everything here, tell your mother not to send it, and save it for yourself to eat better."

"It's useless to say it. She must still send it. We can send more things back when the time comes."

"You can do whatever you want."

Ji Weihe breathed a sigh of relief when Feng Huaying turned around.

"What about you?" Feng Huaying caught this scene and raised her brows unhappily: "I didn't say anything about you, but judging by your reaction, mother urged us to have another one in the letter, right?"

It was nothing at first, but now seeing Ji Weihe like this, she feels very uncomfortable, as if she is some kind of bad person.

All the dissatisfaction hidden in my heart came out: "I don't understand, is a grandson so important? What's wrong with a granddaughter, you have to have a grandson?

Besides, there are no grandchildren in the family of younger siblings, and you don’t have the throne for your children to inherit, even if you have us Zeying, it is more than enough. Her eldest grandson is not enough for our Zeying’s finger. "

Ever since the child was born, his mother has always sent letters urging them to have another one. Once it was okay, and she could laugh it off. If there were too many times, she would not be happy in her heart.

Of course Feng Huaying was not happy, the piece of flesh that fell from her body was placed on the tip of her heart, and it turned out that she was dismissed as not a boy, so it would be strange if she didn't get angry.

The more she talked, the more angry she became: "Hurry up, hurry up, what's there to hurry up, we live the life, or she lives for us."

Feng Huaying was very irritable. In the past few months, she was very irritable every time she received a letter from home.

There are letters from home every half a month, and she has read the previous few letters, Zuo is just giving birth to a child.

It is said that the sons of people of the same age as Ji Weihe can make soy sauce, or that someone's son is too naughty, or they want them to have a son.

At that time, because the child was there, she was afraid of scaring her, and she didn't want to argue with him because of this kind of thing, so Feng Huaying refrained from saying anything, for fear of a quarrel, but she didn't pay much attention to Jiaxin after that.

But this time she couldn't help it suddenly, why should she bear it.

"What are you talking about?" Ji Weihe was stunned for a moment and then frowned: "Old people, they just like to have many children and grandchildren. If you think too much, she also likes Zeying, and she likes all her grandchildren."

Of course he knew what the hell he meant, but it certainly didn't mean that he didn't like Zeying any more, but that he wanted him to have a son more.

It's nothing more than the traditional inheritance of the family, and he can't say anything about it. Most people in that era were like that.

People without sons are more likely to be bullied. If he was a girl, it would have been difficult for him and his mother back then. Even if he was a boy, it would have been difficult for him and his mother, let alone a girl.

So he understands how much his mother attaches importance to the boy, and it's his mother, what can he do, he can only say more about how cute his daughter is when he replies.

He also understands Huaying better, especially after taking care of a child for a whole day, he knows how tiring taking care of a child is, and he doesn't want Huaying to have another one.

He himself doesn't care about men and women, girls will be more pampered, of course his daughter is good everywhere.

If someone thinks she's a woman, he'll get angry too, that's fucking.

He is a son and a husband. When there may be conflicts between the two, he can only try his best to solve the problem, and he doesn't want Huaying to have a grudge against his mother.

"Like all of them?" Feng Huaying snorted disdainfully, "You think I believe it?"

"Then what can I do, she is my mother, and the old people just value the inheritance of the family, that's how they thought at that time." Ji Weihe had a headache, and the one who should come really came.

Feng Huaying couldn't help it: "Do you also like your son, but not your daughter?"

The mother-in-law is right, she has a reason to want him to carry on the family line, so is she wrong?Should she have given birth immediately?
"No, that's not what I meant. It's just that it's not easy for my mother, and she's getting older. Don't worry about her."

"It's not easy for her, is it easy for me? It's reasonable when I'm older?" Feng Huaying was even more angry, burning with anger: "I can't take care of a child anymore, and I have to take care of work, and now I have to take care of myself." Want another one, won’t your back hurt while standing and talking?”

"..." Ji Weihe remained silent, no longer trying to say anything.

He was angry, it was his mother after all, Huaying was so dissatisfied, it was impossible for him not to feel it at all.

He told his mother that he was not in a hurry to have a second child, and his mother told him that Huaying was also dissatisfied here. He is Zhu Bajie looking in the mirror-he is not a human being inside and out.

The room was silent, and the silence was a bit scary. Feng Huaying and Ji Weihe didn't let anyone else, and finally lay on the kang with their backs to each other, each covered with their own blankets.

Feng Huaying was so angry that her mother-in-law raised you up, it was not easy for her, what about her?
Can't he see it?

He must be on his mother's side. One is his own mother and the other is his daughter-in-law. There is only one real mother. What is a daughter-in-law?

Thinking of this, Feng Huaying blinked vigorously, took a deep breath, what's the big deal, you have a real mother, and I have my own daughter.

After kissing her sleeping daughter, Feng Huaying closed her eyes and went to sleep, why bother to make things difficult for herself.

Ji Weihe, with his back to the person, opened his eyes and listened to the movement behind him, and soon there was a steady and soothing sound of breathing, Ji Weihe: You have no conscience, just fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Feng Huaying woke up to nurse, saw Ji Weihe with his back turned, and grinned: "You are capable."

Now Xiao Zeying only drinks milk once in the middle of the night, so Feng Huaying doesn't wake up very late the next day as before, and wakes up at six o'clock to make breakfast.

Ji Weihe rarely got up late, but Feng Huaying didn't call him, and didn't get up until seven o'clock.

Ji Weihe saw Feng Huaying was busy again under the bamboo shed in the yard, but she glanced at him and looked away without saying a word, as if he didn't exist.

Ji Weihe paused, continued to wash, then ate the breakfast on the table, and walked up to Feng Huaying before going out: "Let's go, I won't be back at noon today."

Feng Huaying didn't answer: If I don't come back, I won't come back, who cares, it just saves me to cook in a hurry.

After finishing the small chair, Feng Huaying tidied up the plate bought yesterday, revealing its original appearance.

Most of them are sparse patterns, lively and natural, with excellent visual effects. The plump body has six layers of blue and white decorations, which has a strong sense of magnificence.

Each one is very beautiful, and Feng Huaying's bad mood has also improved a lot: "We should get a blog rack."

Not yet, Feng Huaying packed Ji Weihe's books and stacked them in the desk cabinet, then put the plates on the bookshelf, and put the too big ones on Xiao Zeying's Qiangong bed.

Clap your hands, Feng Huaying is very satisfied with the current situation.

Then she continued with yesterday's design drawing, and today she has a new idea, combined with the application of the patterns she learned in Yanhai, she can be bolder.

In the evening, when Ji Weihe came back, the two of them still didn't speak, their eyes disappeared immediately after touching each other, you ignored me, I ignored you, and no one ignored the other.

(End of this chapter)