My Beloved Super Fierce Wife
Chapter 422 Are these words compliments?

Chapter 422: 422 Are these words compliments?

When her grandson is successful, how could a grandmother not be happy? At this moment, Li Xiuli’s face beamed with pride.

"It’s all his own doing. Tangtang said that Zhixuan (Choudan) has a talent for drawing, so he bought books for him to draw as he pleases. Who knew it would actually be the case."

Lin Zhicheng, also known as Goudan, firmly supported his brother, "Zhixuan is really good at it, the drawings he made for Dad, Mom, and me all look so nice."

That was an exaggeration.

No matter how talented a child is, without proper learning, their drawings couldn’t possibly be that good.

But what can you expect from a brother who is so protective?

Of course, the drawings made by his brother are the best!

Guan Aiju felt a sour feeling in her heart upon hearing Goudan’s words.

Thinking of her own grandson messing around with mud in the courtyard, she casually called out and went home to educate her grandson.

How can this age still be so playful?!

The village women, having nothing to do, would drop by each other’s homes, very casual indeed. The Lin Family didn’t mind it at all.

Li Xiuli encouraged the four youngsters a bit and carried the dustpan on her way to the backyard.

Zhou Mei was struggling with her needlework until she pricked her finger again. She looked up, her eyes filled with grievance, and said, "Mom, why don’t I go help you?"

Li Xiuli stopped in her tracks, "When will you have your clothes made then? Can you finish them by tomorrow noon?"

Zhou Mei glanced at her mother-in-law’s face and muster up the courage, "Doesn’t big sister-in-law have a sewing machine at her place? When big sister comes back tonight, maybe she can help me..."

Before she could finish saying ’help’, she saw her mother-in-law glaring at her fiercely.

"Is your big sister-in-law in debt to you or what?"

"Working at the garment factory is hard, Xinrou comes home exhausted every day, yet you still have chores for her. Why don’t you just shoot for the moon?"

"Handle your own matters. It’s your own nephew’s full-month celebration, not Xinrou’s nephew, why should she help you with your stuff?"

"Besides, who asked you to insist on giving clothes? You dug this hole yourself, now kneel and fill it."

Her mother-in-law’s words hit her like a torrential downpour, leaving Zhou Mei dumbfounded.

Realizing this was indeed a hole she had dug for herself, she wanted to slap herself across the face.

Wouldn’t a jar of pickles suffice? Why insist on giving clothes.

But she thought big sister-in-law could help, given the sewing machine at home for convenience’s sake.

Her mother-in-law seemed to read her mind before she even spoke. She knew her all too well.

Looking down at the prick on her finger, Zhou Mei nodded with tears she couldn’t cry.

"...I understand, I’ll do it myself."

Li Xiuli snorted haughtily and proceeded to the backyard.

She is determined to straighten her out!

The family had just finished their noon rest, and Li Xiuli, seeing how hot the weather was, worried about the kids getting heatstroke and didn’t let them go outside.

Goudan and the three others were playing a game of ’standing on one leg’ in the courtyard.

It’s a game where one leg is lifted, the other wrapped in front, holding onto the foot with one or both hands, protruding the knee forward to knock into the opponent.

The kids had a grand time, laughing heartily as they played.

Hutou was rather simple-minded and didn’t know to let his sister win, bumping Niuniu so hard she ended up sitting on the ground with a plop.

Niuniu felt the pain in her little bottom and started to wail, looking up.

"Waaah... waaah..."

Zhou Mei froze all over as she sat.

Taking the chance while her mother-in-law went to the backyard, she put down her work and used sweeping as an excuse to stretch her muscles.

Right as she swept near where Niuniu had plunked down, she heard her niece’s teary, yet feeble cry.

Without changing her expression, she poked Niuniu’s shoulder with the broom.

"Move aside, don’t block my sweeping," Zhou Mei said.

Niuniu stopped crying for a moment, then indignantly muttered, "...Stepmother."

Zhou Mei chuckled, "That’s right, I’m the stepmother, from now on all the candy in the house will be for your brother."

Niuniu: "..."

Niuniu was taken aback, on the verge of bursting into real tears.

Zhou Mei looked serious and didn’t seem to be joking.

Hurriedly, she got up and hugged Zhou Mei’s thigh, understanding the situation.

With a cry-baby voice, she cooed, "Mama, you’re my real mama, the best mama."

Zhou Mei was unmoved and gently pulled her away, "No, I am not. Don’t disturb me while I’m sweeping."

Niuniu: "!!!"

Seeing her cunning daughter behaving, a glint of smugness flashed in Zhou Mei’s eyes.

Then, she saw Li Xiuli approaching from the back yard.

Her face tensed.

She swept with gusto and said, "Mama, I’ll make the clothes in a bit."

Li Xiuli glanced at her indifferently, "Just finish them, no slacking off. I’ll be bringing this up with your mother-in-law."

Zhou Mei’s face fell.

Why on earth did she insist on making clothes?

Li Xiuli, seeing her daughter-in-law’s expression, had a hint of amusement in her eyes.

It was about time for Mei Zi to practice her sewing skills; she couldn’t let Xinrou do all the work.

Just then, Lin Family’s four little ones, having washed their hands and faces, came running over, chattering about something.

Niuniu raced over first and looked up at Li Xiuli, "Granny, am I white?"

Li Xiuli doted on her only granddaughter, and at these words, she stroked her little face.

"White, Little Feifei is the whitest."

Ever since Lin Tang suggested calling the children by their full names, the Lin Family had gotten used to it, and they eventually changed how they addressed each other.

Goudan: Zhicheng.

Choudan: Zhixuan.

Hutou: Zhiming.

Niuniu: Xiaofei.

Niuniu, also known as Little Lin Fei, proudly raised her little chin, "I knew it."

Hutou, whose whiteness didn’t outshine his sister’s, didn’t feel bad either.

He looked down, patted his chest, admiring himself, and emphasized, "I’m stronger than Niuniu."

Lin Zhicheng patted his younger brother’s head, "You’re older than Niuniu, of course, you’re stronger."

Choudan Lin Zhixuan scratched his head, thinking hard, and finally found his own ’most’ that made him secretly pleased.

He raised his little hand, "I’m the smallest, and I still wet the bed. Kidnappers wouldn’t take me!"

Li Xiuli, Zhou Mei, and Lin Qingshan, who just entered the house: "..." That’s the best target to be.

Lin Zhiming, who couldn’t outshine his sister in strength or his brother in being the youngest, racked his brain until he found something he outdid them in.

"I’m the darkest, the most simple, and also the dumbest."

Li Xiuli and Zhou Mei couldn’t contain their laughter at these words.

Lin Qingshan also couldn’t help but smile.

Lin Zhicheng, frustrated, covered his chest and chastised his brother, "Are you stupid? Are these words supposed to be compliments?"

...

While the Lin Family was creating warm and amusing stories, a significant stir was happening on Lin Tang’s side.

The attendees at the textile industry technical exchange meeting weren’t just domestic technicians; there were many from abroad, too.

Zhonghua Country, being late to develop and lagging in technology, had the most people.

The technicians present were merely dressed in clean Zhongshan suits, and some, due to poor circumstances, even wore their most presentable clothes with patches.

After all, factories varied in size across the country; some were profitable, others not so much, leading to a disparity in the workers’ living standards, which was normal.

In contrast with the foreigners in their suits and leather shoes, those from the country that had once stood at the pinnacle of the world seemed much poorer.

The exchange meeting started in an orderly fashion and the atmosphere was warm.

Until a representative from Japan suddenly said something in his language.

"...a bunch of idiots, can’t even catch up to our technology from more than a decade ago, and you’re trying to industrialize? You might as well raise pigs," he said with a tone of mockery.