It was already twenty-nine nights when Meimei and the others returned to Kyoto, and the next day was New Year's Eve. Every household was busy putting up Spring Festival couplets, hanging lanterns, making dumplings, and preparing for the reunion dinner. The Zhao family was no exception. The arrival of the eyebrows is unprecedentedly lively.
"What kind of stuffed dumplings does Meimei like to eat?" Han Suqin, the second aunt, asked as she chopped meat.
Han Suqin seemed to be very good at cooking. She danced the two kitchen knives so tightly that no water could get in. The fat and thin pork belly on the chopping board was chopped into a fine mash in a short time.
"I don't eat the stuffed fennel, I eat everything else." Mei Mei helped Mrs. Zhao choose the leeks and replied obediently.
The smell of fennel is too strong, and she can't stand it. She usually doesn't choose what she eats, but it has a lighter taste. She doesn't like savory dishes such as onions, coriander, fennel, and she can eat others.
"Then our family won't pack fennel stuffing this year, but pack more cabbage and pork, and also pack some leeks and eggs. Put more shrimp skins, fresh!" The old lady made her final call.
"Okay, I'll listen to you, you are the commander-in-chief of our family's three armies."
Han Suqin is worthy of being a political worker. Just a few words enlivened the atmosphere. The laughter in Zhao's kitchen never stopped, and the men in the living room also laughed heartily.
It's different when there are more little princesses at home, the air feels sweet!
"Little San, what are you going to do with that surnamed Wu?" Zhao Yingying asked.
Zhao Yinghua's face was frosty and she said coldly, "I have already said hello to the Tianjin Municipal Public Security Bureau, and I will clean up Wu Zhengsi after the new year. As for that woman, Meimei has already avenged herself. Not a good time."
"What's the matter? What did Meimei do?" The Zhao family man was very interested.
Zhao Yinghua picked out some important ways to deal with He Biyun's mother and daughter. Of course, they were all analyzed by him. Meimei wouldn't admit it to him, she still wants to be a sweet little princess!
"Using public opinion to build momentum, Meimei's trick is well used, as expected of my granddaughter, not bad!"
The old man Zhao was full of praise. At first, he was worried that his granddaughter would be too delicate and could not stand the erosion of the wind and snow. If you are stepped into the mud, you will also rely on your own strength to shine brightly.
Others also looked at Meimei with admiration. Although they were a little surprised that the real Meimei didn't show her face, they also liked the little cousin more. Compared with the beautiful, delicate and fragile porcelain dolls, they still preferred the beautiful roses with thorns.
After all, the Zhao family is at the center of the whirlpool of fame and fortune If they are not strong, they will soon be drawn into the whirlpool and suffer incalculable damage.
Even if you are the princess of the Zhao family!
The more auras on your body, the more people will want to harm you, each of them has experienced this!
"Little San, you know what you have in mind. In short, there is one thing. Whoever treats my granddaughter badly will not have a good life. The death penalty can be avoided, and the death penalty cannot be escaped!"
The old man Zhao's words decided the fate of everyone in the Wu family in this life. The old man's eyes shone with cold light, and there was a hint of evil spirits. Zhao Yinghua respectfully responded, and he would not spare those people without the old man's explanation.
In the kitchen, Meimei was very puzzled. Yesterday, she actually wanted to ask, but Yan Xinya was very busy after returning. She never had a chance to ask. Today, I heard the old lady keep talking about the second daughter-in-law and the third daughter-in-law. I was even more puzzled.
Obviously the third daughter-in-law is not her mother?
Why is An Yafang also the third daughter-in-law?
And where is the uncle at home?