Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space
Chapter 654 - 648: Bizarre Villagers

Chapter 654: Chapter 648: Bizarre Villagers

“Shulan, your daughter Qin Xue is willing to provide such delicious food for you. Those must be some good stuff inside, let us have a look too.” Someone said this.

“Yeah, just let us take a look.” Everyone chimed in.

“I can let you all have a look, but I hope you won’t laugh at our family’s poverty after seeing it.” Nangong Shulan laughed.

“How could we? Everyone in the village knows about the Quans’ situation. No one here is rich, so who would laugh at your family?” The crowd laughed, thinking that Nangong Shulan must be afraid of them borrowing things. How stingy!

If it were Qin Xue, she would definitely say: If you’re not stingy, then take out your things and let us all have a look. We can at least borrow them and get through the day, right?

Nangong Shulan laughed after hearing it, and then opened three suitcases full of pickles.

“You see, Qin Xue has always been worried about our family situation, so she made these pickles herself and gave them to me. Since the vegetables were homegrown and didn’t cost any money, she gave them all to me. She said she would grow more and have enough to eat.”

People who don’t know would think that the young couple is rich. But that’s not the case. They eat pickled vegetables every day, even during the confinement period. I’m afraid there won’t be enough milk for the baby, so in order to buy some meat for her to recover, I accepted all the pickles.” Nangong Shulan thought to herself, she could also cry poor, she just didn’t bother to do it.

“All these are pickles?” Someone couldn’t help but ask when they saw three suitcases full of pickles in a row. Although the pickles looked good in color, they were still just pickles, right?

“Yes, it’s because our daughter is worried about me and her father, fearing that we wouldn’t even have pickles to eat at home. Fortunately, she doesn’t have a mother-in-law to control her, otherwise she might be criticized.” Nangong Shulan said, and several people looked in the same direction at the same time.

That was a fierce mother-in-law, always making a fuss whenever her daughter-in-law sent something to her parents’ home.

“Why are you all looking at me?” After asking, she left in a huff.

Some followed her, afraid that the fire might burn them, too. They realized that Nangong Shulan was not a simple person. She seemed soft and easily bullied, but that’s just because she didn’t want to argue with you.

Didn’t you see? She talked about it for a long time and got nothing useful out of it. Instead, everyone listened to her and how tough life was for Nangong Shulan and how filial Qin Xue was.

It has to be said that some people really got it. That was exactly Nangong Shulan’s intention. Didn’t people in the village used to say that Qin Xue was willful and unruly? Now she would improve her daughter’s image.

Let them know how filial such a willful and arrogant daughter in their eyes could be and what a good daughter they saw in their eyes could actually do.

In the end, everyone couldn’t stand Nangong Shulan’s “soft nails” and left one after another.

“Mom, you’re amazing.” Qin Jiale didn’t know her mother had this side before.

“What’s so amazing about it? Hurry up and clean up and put these things away.” Nangong Shulan slapped her, really, could she focus on what’s important?

Qin Lei looked at his wife with a gentle smile and affection in his eyes. It was her soft exterior and strong interior that deeply attracted him.

“Stop staring, what are you looking at? Hurry up and clean up. I guess your parents and brother’s family will come over later. We can’t have the place looking like this.” Nangong Shulan waved her hand in front of her husband’s face.

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