Perhaps due to the lack of skin care products in ancient times, Cheng's face looks slightly older, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes are clearly visible.
Cheng's voice said with a reproachful tone: "Okay, okay, you don't eat at noon because you are thinking about the meat, right? Really, why did my son marry a greedy person like you?"
Chen Yuanyuan said nothing and watched her make trouble. The original owner took filial piety too seriously. Every time her mother-in-law was unhappy, she would immediately apologize humbly.
Cheng's brows furrowed, displeasure boiling in her heart. In the past, at times like this, the daughter-in-law should have been obedient, and then used her personal money to honor her, but something seemed wrong about her indifferent expression today.
She said angrily, "The roast chicken that is warm in the kitchen is meant to be used to entertain guests in the evening. What should I do?"
Ziyou is not at home. You don't cook every day at home, so you just eat for free. Now you steal my roast chicken to eat."
"Old Master, marrying a prodigal daughter-in-law like you will bring bad luck to our Su family for eight lifetimes."
He also wanted to take this opportunity to have a meal to find a suitable match for his second son, but he didn't expect that Chen Yuanyuan would interfere. Now the guests are coming soon and there is no time to go out and buy ingredients.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Looking at Chen Yuanyuan who had just taken a shower and was clean and tidy, she couldn't help but want to vent her anger.
Cheng asked aggressively: "Why are you silent? I'm talking to you! What kind of shameful things are you doing in the house with the door closed during the day?"
Chen Yuanyuan shook her head gently, with an indifferent expression. She waved her hands, with a hint of impatience in her tone: "Are you done? It's just a roast chicken, and you have been shouting for a long time. I didn't eat at noon, and I'm hungry now. So I ate that roast chicken, what happened?”
"My daughter-in-law can't eat at home anymore? The Su family is so big that they can't even afford a roast chicken, and they still have to trouble my mother-in-law to waste time here just for this little food."
Chen Yuanyuan was also speechless. Her father-in-law was a scholar. Although her family was not rich, it was by no means poor. However, her mother-in-law always showed herself to be diligent and thrifty in running the household.
As long as the father-in-law and sons are not at home to eat, the food at home is just plain porridge and pickles, which is tasteless.
Mr. Cheng often taught Yuan to be diligent in running the house, but even though his family was not poor, he always behaved like this.
The original owner even sometimes took money from her natal family to subsidize the family.
Mrs. Cheng did not expect that her daughter-in-law would become so sharp-tongued and not at all as weak as before. For a moment, she had no words to refute.
Chen Yuanyuan entered the room, closed the door, and shouted in one breath, "Mom, I'm weak. I just took a shower and can't blow the air. It's okay. You can go play." There was a hint of joking in her voice. If you have nothing to do, just find someone else to play with. If you are willing to be a matchmaker to find a wife for your son, just go find her. Just don't cause trouble for me.
The mother-in-law slapped her thigh with a look of dissatisfaction, and cursed in a low voice, "You have done evil, you married an unfilial thing."
It's not as good as the boss, who often gives her filial piety money without mentioning anything, and is still obedient and easy to handle. My mother's family was rich and bought a separate courtyard for them in the county instead of living at home.
The second daughter-in-law came from an ordinary family, and she had always been interested in her ability to serve others. Since her granddaughter died at an early age, she has become a different person. She no longer serves her, and she stays in the house all day without going out.
Seeing that no one in the room responded, Mrs. Cheng had invited someone home for a visit in the evening, so she could only go out quickly to buy some more food.
Chen Yuanyuan hummed a lively tune, automatically blocking out all the noise outside the house, and sat at the dressing table arranging her hair.
Hair in ancient times is indeed difficult to manage, especially for someone like her who is not very skilled in traditional buns. Her hair was spread over her shoulders, and she tried to comb it up into a bun.
"Help, I can't." What should I do? You can never go out with your hair loose. This was not etiquette in ancient times.
After thinking about it, she picked up a wooden hairpin and began to try to roll her hair up randomly, and then fixed it with the hairpin. She saw her new hairstyle in the mirror, which was both simple and elegant, and nodded with satisfaction.
Fortunately, when I was traveling before, I learned a skill from the auntie who sold hairpins, and I knew how to use hairpins to simply put my hair up, otherwise it would be troublesome to go out now.
