My Beloved Super Fierce Wife
Chapter 690 The Qin Family Encounters a Strange Flower

Chapter 690: 690 The Qin Family Encounters a Strange Flower

Qin Minsheng didn’t refuse, "Alright."

The bundle was large and tightly packed; Feng Hui couldn’t even pull out the items below with both hands. Qin Minsheng went up to help and only then managed to take out the items beneath.

"It’s actually a cotton-padded coat!" Feng Hui was overjoyed.

She clasped the cotton-padded coat, deeply moved.

"Qingqing, the friend you’ve made is worth it! Make sure to stay on good terms with Tangtang. It’s not easy in this life to find a friend who doesn’t envy you at your peak and doesn’t abandon you in your downfall."

She and Old Qin had made so many friends, but none compared to a single Tangtang.

Never mind that everyone has a family, and daily life is a struggle.

The relationships among adults are mixed with self-interest, they simply can’t compare to the genuineness of children’s friendships.

Qin Suqing, looking at the large ’fight on’ pattern on the letter, showed a warm smile on her face.

"Tangtang is very good."

She would work hard.

When she returned, she would eat with Tangtang, look at flowers, gossip...

The farm where they were located was very cold.

It turned even colder after the sun set.

The Qin family resided in a thatched cottage, with so few pieces of furniture it was pathetic, just two broken beds, with Qin Qiaomu temporarily making do with some dry grass on the floor.

The house was not warm either.

The cotton-padded coats sent by Lin Tang came in just handy.

She sent two sets of cotton-padded clothes, an old military coat that was not new, and some fabric and cotton.

Feng Hui: "Old Qin and Qiaomu will make do for a few days, I’ll find time to make your cotton-padded coats."

Qin Qiaomu felt his body heat was strong and he wasn’t afraid of the cold, "I’m not in a hurry, make one for my dad first."

Feng Hui glared at him, annoyed yet amused, "Who shrunk into a monkey from the cold when going to the toilet last night?"

Qin Qiaomu: "..."

What kind of lousy metaphor is that!

Qin Suqing covered her mouth lightly and chuckled on the side.

The chill in the decrepit cottage was dispelled by half.

Seeing plenty of good items in the bundle, Qin Minsheng suddenly spoke up, "Let’s find someone to build a kang!"

Right at that moment, Feng Hui fished out two green hot water bottles from among the cloths.

"Hot water bottles!!!"

Looking at Qin Suqing, she said joyfully, "Qingqing, you use one. Didn’t you say your feet get cold at night? Let’s fill a hot water bottle for you before bed."

Thinking about the kang her husband mentioned, she nodded in agreement.

"Building a kang is good too. Let’s take the opportunity while it’s not completely cold yet to pick up some firewood. When it gets colder..."

Remembering that the firewood at their door was often stolen, Feng Hui frowned slightly.

"What do you think about getting someone to enclose the courtyard?"

Qin Minsheng nodded, "We should enclose it."

The characters of the people on the farm were a mixed bag.

There were good people and those who loved to take advantage.

The sight of the firewood the children took pains to gather being taken away by others also pained him.

Enclosing the courtyard, living a safe and peaceful life as a family, was indeed feasible.

Seeing that Lin Tang had sent cigarettes among the items, Qin Minsheng had a plan in mind.

"I’ll go find someone right away."

A cigarette per person, there would be plenty willing to help.

Feng Hui caught on to her husband’s thoughts and nodded her head, "Okay, I’ll go cook first."

Qin Suqing went out with her, "I’ll come too."

Because they had grain, the Qin family’s dinner porridge was somewhat thicker that day.

The fragrant aroma of rice soup filled the air, mixed with the scent of pickled vegetables, it was very appetizing.

Gurgling!!

Smelling the aroma, Qin Suqing’s stomach grumbled.

Feng Hui said caringly, "It’s almost ready."

The young girl’s face flushed, "I’m not in a hurry."

Qin Minsheng rubbed his daughter’s head, sighing softly.

Qingqing and Qiaomu are such good children!

The rice soup was ready, its fragrance grew stronger, and an old lady walked over, her eyes fixed on the Qin family’s battered pot.

"Cooking..."

The Qin family vaguely knew that the old woman had stolen the firewood they had diligently gathered, so they were somewhat reluctant to deal with her.

Feng Hui tugged at the corner of her mouth, her face bearing a forced smile, "Isn’t it almost time for dinner..."

The elderly lady followed with a smile, her face creased with wrinkles, and took another step towards the pot.

Qin Qiaomu had a very poor opinion of this person’s character, so he stepped up in front of the pot and looked over with an expressionless face.

"Don’t stand so close, food is meant to enter the mouth."

Though he had become thinner, he was tall.

His face bore the unfriendly look of youth.

Clearly not someone to be trifled with.

The elderly lady’s face turned stern, and her tone became preachy.

"I’m telling you, young man, why are you so disrespectful to the elderly? I’m just looking, what’s the big deal? It’s not like I can’t eat just by looking. Look at you, you can’t even speak properly..."

Qin Suqing was unhappy to hear her brother being criticized.

Anger laced her voice.

"How can you say my Qiaomu can’t speak? I think it’s you, old lady, who don’t know how to speak. It’s our pot, and we don’t want you looking at it, so what?"

"Who knows, with you looking at it, the pot might just run off to your house, just like the firewood we placed by our door! We don’t want to take that risk."

Qin Minsheng and Feng Hui breathed a sigh of relief seeing their daughter’s sharp tongue, having worried earlier that Qingqing was too timid to stand up for herself.

This was much better.

The elderly lady’s face was full of spite, "You young girl, your mouth is too sharp, how will you ever find a husband like that!"

"I’m an old woman who can’t gather firewood, what’s wrong with taking a few sticks from your home? You’re being too stingy."

When she said these words, the person exuded an extraordinary air of self-righteousness.

Feng Hui, holding back her anger, said, "If you’re not stingy, why don’t you burn some of your own firewood for us?"

"How could I do that!" The old lady immediately contradicted herself, "My family’s firewood isn’t even enough for ourselves, how could I give it to you..."

Upon seeing the mockery on the Qin family’s faces, she was at a loss for words.

Her complexion went from pale to flushed.

Feng Hui, ignoring her, called to her family, "Come in for dinner."

Qin Suqing and the others immediately sprung into action, not giving the bizarre old lady even a glance.

Qin Qiaomu, being the last to enter, gave the elderly woman a look of disgust and slammed the door shut.

"Stingy!" The old lady spit out with contempt, and with a sweeping glance, she made off with some halfway burnt firewood.

Feng Hui saw this through the window and couldn’t help but laugh in frustration.

"Let’s enclose the courtyard, right away!"

How could there be such an annoying elderly person?

Qin Minsheng patted his wife’s shoulder, consoling her, "I’ll find someone after dinner."

It was indeed hard to live in peace with such a person watching over them.

Feng Hui responded, "Yeah, let’s eat first."

Worried about the pot being stolen, they brought it inside the house.

Qin Suqing carefully brought over the bowls, "Here are the bowls."

They had only four bowls, and not one could be spared.

Thus, every time they fetched the bowls, they were extremely cautious.

Feng Hui served the rice, and the family, as if by an unspoken agreement, sniffed the air, their faces lighting up with pleasure and nostalgia.

"It smells so good!" Qin Suqing exclaimed.

Her face, which had darkened a shade from the sun, was full of smiles.

"It really does smell amazing. I have no idea where Tangtang got this rice," Feng Hui remarked.

Qin Suqing’s eyes grew warm as she thought of Lin Tang.

...Those days she spent chatting about this and that with Tangtang, how she missed them.

Qin Minsheng took a sip of the Rice Soup, its rich rice fragrance relaxing every pore.

"I never thought that drinking a bowl of Rice Soup could be so comforting."

He wasn’t the only one with that sentiment.

Going from luxury to frugality was hard; for the Qin family, adapting to their current life was indeed very challenging.

Qin Qiaomu, who used to fuss about eating meat every few days, had not mentioned it once since coming to the farm, maturing all of a sudden.

Sipping the Rice Soup, he looked completely content.

It tugged at Qin Minsheng and Feng Hui’s heartstrings.