There is Room For Abandoned Women In the 1980s

After dinner, Zheng Chenghu took his wife and children home. Zheng Xinyue was frying soybeans for the children in the kitchen. The large pot was heated evenly without worrying about the bottom of the pot being scorched.

"Xinyue, why did you fry it all? What a waste. I want to make some miso in autumn!"

Gao Guilan muttered to herself, and went over to snatch the spatula from her daughter's hand, not wanting her to be tired.

"Mom, since someone gave it to you, let the children eat it. It won't delay your making miso."

Zheng Xinyue stood aside and watched her mother stir-fry the soybeans. She smiled sweetly at her dissatisfaction and erased the old lady's worries with one sentence.

"What about beans today?"

Gao Guilan lowered her voice and asked her daughter mysteriously. Zheng Xinyue just smiled and nodded at her. Gao Guilan grinned from the corners of her mouth to the roots of her ears and kept clicking her tongue.

"That's great, great! I'll make more miso this year. If there are any leftover soybeans, I'll replace them with a plate of frozen tofu. I'll have more dishes to eat during the Chinese New Year."

Gao Guilan was scheming by herself, and the more she talked, the brighter her eyes became. Zheng Xinyue suddenly felt that her mother's eyes were so beautiful, like the brightest star in the sky. Whenever she thought about something and was happy, her eyes were as bright as diamonds.

Sometimes a woman's beauty is not just about her regular facial features, but also her vivid expressions like my mother's. When she is happy, her eyes seem to have fireworks blooming. They are so colorful that they can infect the whole family.

It’s no wonder that women are the soul of a family. With a mother in the family, there is cohesion and happiness.

"Xinyue, don't you think I'm irritated? Today the Han family came to bring gifts, and they didn't give me anything less. Gabardine fabrics, watches, pure woolen yarn, and ten pounds of cotton as white as snow, all tied up like that. Han Why do you give me so many colorful gifts?"

Gao Guilan suddenly remembered something important, and was chatting with her daughter there, with an indignant look in her eyes.

Zheng Cuixiang is so bad, I don't want her to get married in a glamorous way.

"Mom, let me guess! This is all my father's fault. The Han family was afraid that my father would send Han Wenqiang to prison. My father only said that he had given away betrothal gifts, but he did not say how many gifts he had given away? The Han family was not sure of my father's wishes and were afraid of giving up. When the bride price was missing, my father was unhappy and sent Han Wenqiang to jail. It is also due to your credit. Yesterday, he was so intimidating that Han Wenqiang's mother was scared to beat him, so she wanted to get through this first."

Zheng Xinyue held the enamel jar, frowning and tilting her head like a leader, and expressed her conjecture.

"Doesn't that mean your dad and I are helping that dead girl?"

After listening to her daughter's analysis, Gao Guilan threw the spatula into the pot with a clang, frowning and sulking to herself.

"That's not helping. I observed Han Wenqiang yesterday. Mom looked at Zheng Cuixiang with such fierce eyes that she wanted to eat her. She must hate Zheng Cuixiang now. She won't enter the Han family until Han Wenqiang has overcome this disaster. It’s her time to suffer.”

Zheng Xinyue's eyes turned cold, and her voice was faintly cold.

An unfilial and vicious woman like Zheng Cuixiang doesn't deserve happiness. It would have been better if she hadn't said those words of disdain and belittling Han Wenqiang yesterday, but she has always shown no mercy in her life and work. It is almost foreseeable how miserable her life will be in the future, but Zheng Xinyue had no sympathy for her at all.

"She deserves it. My unborn eldest grandson will not let her off lightly!"

Gao Guilan gritted her teeth and stir-fried vigorously with a spatula, as if the soybeans in the pot were Zheng Cuixiang, being smashed by her spatula.

"Mom, what happened to Han Wenqiang? Should he be released or still locked up?"