Reborn in the 80s and Remarrying an Officer, Let the Ungrateful Cry! novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187: Chapter 187: Mrs. Fu Feels She Is the Superfluous One

That made sense to Lü Feng.

Qin Tuan’s wife had only been here for a short while. All that had happened before was just a small misunderstanding.

"It’s good you weren’t involved. From now on, just stay out of trouble at home and stop causing a scene outside. You need to get along with the people in the family compound."

If he had said this in the past, Zhu Xiaohong would have definitely snapped back at him.

But today, she was uncharacteristically agreeable.

"──I know. Alright, hurry up and eat."

Lü Feng wasn’t a particularly observant man, so of course, he didn’t notice his wife’s unusual behavior.

...

Meanwhile, at the Qin Family Mansion, they were also having dinner.

Dinner was quite lavish: three dishes and a soup.

Mrs. Fu had specially ladled a bowl of chicken soup for Qin Wenhao, making sure to include chunks of meat.

She had even put the large drumstick in his bowl.

"Wenhao, eat up!"

"Mom, you should have this drumstick──"

"Stop passing it back and forth. Isn’t this whole bowl full of meat? Besides, I’ve already set aside some chicken soup for Mingxue."

A chicken yesterday, and another one today.

Even women in postpartum confinement didn’t eat this extravagantly.

It truly pained Mrs. Fu.

Unfortunately, her son-in-law was the one who had prepared the chicken today, so she couldn’t stop him.

"Eat... eat──"

Just then, the two little ones’ voices rang out.

Qin Wenhao and Mrs. Fu couldn’t help but look over at them. They were waving their little hands, drooling at the sight of the chicken.

"Oh, they want some too."

Mrs. Fu reached out and wiped the two little ones’ drool.

"You can’t eat these big pieces of meat. I’ll shred some for you to eat in a bit."

Looking at the two children, Qin Wenhao said to Mrs. Fu, "Mom, don’t always feed them. Let them learn to eat by themselves."

"How old do you think they are? How can they possibly hold a spoon? Let’s wait another two months." Mrs. Fu doted on these two children!

The weather was cold, and the food would get cold quickly. If the kids ate by themselves, who knew how long it would take?

"They’re not that young. They’re over fourteen months old." Qin Wenhao remembered the two children’s birthdays clearly.

They were born on the twenty-third day of the eleventh lunar month.

Afraid he would press the issue, Mrs. Fu just gave a perfunctory nod. "──Yes, yes, let them learn. Next time. There’s no rush with this meal."

Qin Wenhao saw through her, but didn’t say anything more. He just said, "I’ll feed them in a bit. Mom, let’s eat first."

When Mrs. Fu heard her son-in-law’s words, she subconsciously wanted to refuse, but she still nodded.

"──That... works."

She thought the two kids were very smart.

Besides knowing how to say "Grandma," they could also say "Mama" and "Dada" now.

They could also say "Auntie," "Grandpa," and "Grandma"──they’d only been talking for a short while, yet they already knew so many words.

If it weren’t for the cold weather, they’d probably be walking already.

’Speaking of walking──thank goodness my daughter is busy with work. Otherwise, that silly girl would be tormenting the poor kids. The weather is so cold, and they’re wearing thick clothes. What’s wrong with learning to walk a little later? When the weather warms up and they shed their thick clothes, won’t they just start walking on their own?’

Mrs. Fu subconsciously forgot that the room was heated by a stove.

Qin Wenhao quickly finished his meal and then went to feed the two children.

To be precise, he was teaching them how to hold a spoon and scoop food for themselves──

Mrs. Fu watched this scene, her mouth agape. ’Forget it,’ she thought. ’I’m not getting involved.’

’Out of sight, out of mind.’

She simply cleared the table and went to wash the dishes──

Half an hour later, Qin Wenhao put away the bowls, wiped the two little ones’ faces and hands, and then helped them practice walking.

Mrs. Fu: ...?

’He’s really putting them through it.’

’Those poor children.’

Fu Mingxue got off work at nine-thirty.

When she came out, she saw Qin Wenhao’s bicycle.

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