C8 (1/2)

Lin Daqing also knew that his mother would be unreasonable sometimes, but she was still his own mother after all.

”I'll go back to the house and take a look.”

Lin Daqing entered his house and saw that his wife was lying on the brick bed as she stood up straight. He frowned and walked to the side of the brick bed, without saying a word, he took off his shoes and hit towards his daughter-in-law who was covered by the blanket. Lin Chunnuan desperately pulled his body backwards and slapped his shoes on the edge of the brick bed.

At this time, the usually silent man had something to say.

”Then why can't I go cook? Why do I have to work so hard for my mother when she's sick?”

The man looked at the person on the bed and saw his wife blushing. He thought, maybe his wife really is sick, but this family is waiting to eat. Even if she is sick, insisting on cooking before resting isn't out of the question.

”What does it have to do with us? It's fine as long as we do it ourselves, Zhang Liu, get up and cook, Daddy and I still have to go down to the ground.”

Lin Daqing did not want to waste anymore time talking with his daughter and shouted towards his wife who was lying on the brick bed.

Zhang Liu had indeed fallen asleep just now, and was still sound asleep. Now that she heard her husband yell this loudly, she was shocked, and just as she was about to get up from the brick bed, Lin Chunnuan rushed over and pushed her down.

”Mom, you're having a fever. If you're sick, just take care of yourself. Don't get up.”

Only now did Zhang Liu remember that she was dragged back from the kitchen by her daughter, but when she heard her daughter say that she was hot, she subconsciously reached out and caressed her cheeks. She was actually a little hot, but she knew that her daughter definitely wasn't hot, it was just that because she was sleeping, and also covered her face with a quilt, which made her cheeks blush.

”Daqing, I am really dizzy and can't stand up straight.”

Since his daughter had found an excuse for him, he couldn't just ignore her. His daughter also wanted him to rest, but of course, the most important thing was to give his mother-in-law a warning so that she wouldn't bully him again.

”You should be able to rest now. Our family is still hungry. After cooking, we'll rest and get hot again. We should be able to persevere in the time it takes to eat a meal, right?”

Lin Daqing felt that without using his shoes to speak, he already had enough face to give his wife.

Lin Chunnuan could not bear to listen to her anymore. Her small body blocked her mother's path.

”Are you our father? Are you her husband?”

Lin Chunnuan pointed to the lady behind him.

”She's your wife. Now that she's sick, you actually forced her to cook for those healthy and lively people? Are they all dead people?”

Ye Zichen looked this scumbag's dad up and down.

I thought you were just a man who didn't dare to make a sound when people beat you up and dared to come back and yell at your own wife to show that you're still a man, right? ”” No, I didn't.

”What, you're feeling sorry for the people outside? It's fine if you're feeling sorry for your mother, but it's not as if even you, Second Aunt, feels sorry for your mother. Your own wife goes around the wok everyday, not touching the floor at all. I see that you are quite at ease. ”

”Are you her husband or the woman's husband outside? She has someone who cares, and it's not your turn to be concerned about her. What kind of person do you think you are? A man doesn't care about his wife, but a man does?”

Lin Chunnuan did not plan to speak softly from the start, but how could she say those words casually? At that moment, Lin Daqing's eyes turned red, and she raised the soles of her shoes.

”You little girl, how old are you? Why do you still dare to speak such outrageous words? Don't you want your reputation, do you still want to find a good husband?”

”Sis, here you go.”

Just that, when Lin Daqing raised up his shoes, Lin Chunjiao had already passed the kitchen knife that she used to chop chicken food to her sister.

”You want to hit me? Fine, come at me. You can do whatever you want, but if you want to touch my mother's finger, I'll fight you to the death.”