Rebirth Ninety's Fat Wife Should Be Self-reliant

Chapter 31 Lard residue

There was lard residue for dinner, so Chow Huilan simply got lazy and made pimple soup.

Just as the three of them were about to eat, there was a knock on the door outside.

There is a narrow alley connected to the outside of the Duan family courtyard. The knocking on the door could not be heard clearly even from a distance. The knocking on the door still kept coming for a long time. There were shouts from the neighbors. Only then did Zhou Huilan realize that the knocking on the door might be possible.

It's your own door.

She put down the bowl and ran out quickly. Unexpectedly, it was Lu Fengxia knocking on the door, holding a fist-sized piece of dried fish maw in her hand.

There were many people standing at the door, all watching the fun.

Zhou Huilan quickly let Aunt Lu in and led her inside as soon as the door was closed.

But Aunt Fengxia grabbed Zhou Huilan and said, "No, I won't go in. Even if something happens, it's quite difficult..."

"Take this first!" Lu Fengxia suddenly pushed the fish maw into Zhou Huilan's hand.

Before Zhou Huilan's divorce, Wang Jianye always made these weird things for Zhou Zhenhai, so he knew a little bit about it. This thing looks only as big as a fist, but a whole piece of dried fish maw should be worth a lot of money.

"Aunt Lu, what are you doing..." Zhou Huilan didn't dare to accept the reward without merit.

"Oh! Let me tell you shamelessly. Just now, half the street could smell the lard cooked in your house. I still can't drink the pimple soup I made, so I wanted to come to you and order some lard residue.

Go back and prepare food for him, it’s not a problem if he keeps being unable to eat..."

this……

Zhou Huilan didn't understand very much.

But a little lard residue is not worth such a large piece of fish maw. She simply stuffed the fish maw back into Lu Fengxia's hand, "What do I mean? Wait, aunt. I'll get the lard residue right away. This flower maw

Take the glue back, otherwise I won’t give it to you if there’s no oil residue.”

Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, not to mention Lu Fengxia is also a cheerful person. Zhou Huilan also wants to borrow someone else's tricycle, so of course she will not be stingy with such a little lard.

It's just that she really doesn't understand Lu Changqing's anorexia, which he has been eating since he was a child.

When Aunt Lu went out, of course the people on the street saw what she had in her hand, and some of them came up to her with a cheeky look on her face.

"Daughter, we are all neighbors. Give Auntie some of the leftover lard residue you cooked!"

"Yeah, yeah, I live next door to yours, get me some too!"

"And I!"

"..."

One is shameless, all of them are shameless, for fear that they will not be able to take advantage if they fall behind.

When Aunt Lu saw this, she wanted to defend Zhou Huilan, but she didn't know who grabbed her. She staggered from the middle to the outside and almost fell to the ground while holding the bowl.

She turned around and was about to speak to Zhou Huilan, but she heard Zhou Huilan's soft but firm voice inside.

"Who are you? Do I know you? Just ask me for something. If you are a beggar, go to the shelter. If you are a blind man, go to the police station. Don't come to me. I am not a Bodhisattva!"

Zhou Huilan said, stretched out her arms to push the squeezed person back, and closed the door with a "bang".

It's too much to think about taking advantage of her.

These people were embarrassed and their faces immediately changed.

"Who is this?"

"There is no respect for the elderly or the young at all!"

"It's just that, she has no education at all, she is just like that old woman!"

"Have you said enough? We are all neighbors, so don't look too ugly when you eat!" Lu Fengxia couldn't listen anymore and interrupted.

Only then did the group of people react, and some of them immediately surrounded Lu Fengxia.

"Fengxia, how did you meet that fat man?"

"There's so much meat residue, let me have a taste..." The one who was shameless stretched out his hand directly towards Lu Fengxia's bowl.

"Snapped!"

Lu Fengxia didn't show any mercy at all and slapped the man, "This is our Dr. Lu's food, are you worthy of tasting it?"

As soon as the man shrank his neck, no one dared to reach out.

"Oh, I've been smelling the fragrance every time it's mealtime for the past two days. It's so delicious!"

"Could it be that all the food was cooked by that damn fat guy?"

"Then who knows, 80% of it is..."

"Zhiyo——"

A group of people were chatting, but the door of Duan's house opened again.

Zhou Huilan put out her big smiling face and said, "You were the ones who said I was uneducated just now, right?"

Several aunts looked at each other, but they were all used to being lazy because of their age.

Aunt Hao, who was closest to the door, even used a few words with Zhou Huilan to clear her throat and pick up Qiao, "Isn't it just uneducated to not respect the elderly...ah!"

"Ahhhh-"

A basin of cold water fell from the sky, and none of the aunts fell.

Zhou Huilan had already closed the door, holding a bucket and loudly shouting across the wall: "I'm just uneducated, you're really right!"

"Fatty!"

"Come out if you can!"

The aunt who reacted rushed forward and smashed the door.

"This door in my house is made of wood passed down from the Qing Dynasty. It has become very valuable. Whoever breaks it will have to pay compensation to me!"

As soon as these words came out, several aunts looked at each other, but the strength under their hands was obviously weak.

Everyone knows that this half of the street belonged to the Duan family before liberation, but the old woman had nothing to fear when she was alone, but now here comes Zhou Huilan, a bastard who doesn't stingy, and just asks her for a piece of meat and can throw water at someone, really.

Smashed her door...

But isn’t this just a broken wooden door?

"Ah sneeze——"

It was still cold in April and it was evening again. Aunt Hao sneezed and beat the door several times angrily, and the others were about to follow suit.

"This door is made of nanmu. If a piece is smashed, you can't afford it. That girl is really not trying to scare people."

The speaker was Mr. Lu, who was leaning on a cane and stroking his goatee. He was the most prestigious, respected and wealthy person on Songbai Street.

"Who said we were going to smash it? There was water on the door. Just help wipe it."

The aunt smiled and rubbed her sleeve against the door, then lowered her head, raised her feet and ran away.

Mr. Lu helped to speak, but Zhou Huilan did not hear him.

Grandma Duan watched her come back with the empty bucket and didn't ask anything. She just asked her to eat quickly.

Zhou Huilan only drank half a bowl of pimple soup and endured a mouthful without touching the meat residue.

While washing the dishes, she put water in the pot to boil. The kitchen was tidied up, and the water in the pot was just hot enough. She turned around and couldn't find the washbasin, so she took a vegetable basin and mixed it with warm water and called Yaoyao over.

shampoo.

"Mom, I don't want to go to bed yet. I'll wash it later."

"After washing, mom will take you to meet someone. Come here quickly."

Yaoyao pursed her lips and asked Granny Duan for help, but the old lady did not protect her like Zhou Zhenhai did. Instead, she turned her head away and pretended not to see her.

"Zhou Jingyao, come here quickly!"

Zhou Huilan increased her voice. Although Yaoyao was angry, she did not dare to refuse. She threw the small shovel in her hand angrily and drove towards Zhou Huilan with her feet.

"Mom! I don't like washing my hair at all!" The little girl's eyes were red, obviously holding back tears.

(End of chapter)