Chapter 4： The right to speak

It's a pity that her original husband was in the bedroom. She didn't dare to do anything unusual, so she could only suppress her thoughts and wait for her meal with a sigh.

The children got up one after another, and Zhulan was deliberately hiding. She didn't know how to get in touch, so she might as well watch from a distance.

Li's breakfast is ready. Zhulan sits in the original owner's seat with a wooden face. There are two tables, one for men and one for men. The only two dishes are pickles and radish soup. At the women's table, she wants to distribute the main food, and she both She seriously doubted how she, who did not understand farming, could survive in the ancient pastoral fields.

Thinking about it this way, I also feel that it is not bad to be a mother-in-law, at least someone will serve you and have the absolute right to speak.

The children stared at the few rice porridge, Zhulan sighed, and each gave a bowl. Eating rice is a luxury in this era.

The boss at the table next door, Zhou Changli frowned, "Mother, why didn't Dad get up? Is he not feeling well?"

Only then did Zhulan remember that the original husband had never left the room, so she frowned, and it was impossible for her to see it, and she has not yet figured out how to get along with the original husband, "Boss, go take a look. Bar!"

Zhou Changli responded, "Hey!"

Holding the bowl, Zhulan lost her appetite. From what she saw in her memory, it was impossible to get along with her. In ancient times with strict hierarchy and in an unfamiliar environment, she really didn't know how to live, so she took a sip of rice. Porridge, not to mention the green and pollution-free taste is really good, there is not much appetite again.

Soon, Zhou Changli came back, "Mother, father is not feeling well to lie down for a while."

Zhulan breathed a sigh of relief. It was nice not to have to touch her original husband. She imitated the tone of the original owner, "Okay, hurry up and eat. After you finish eating, you should go to the ground and go to the school."

Others have no objection either. In the countryside, it's normal to feel sick and have a little cold, and it's normal.

For breakfast, Zhulan drank a bowl of porridge, thinking that she had little appetite.

Li looked at the corn cake in front of her mother-in-law eagerly, and said with joy, "Mother, you won't eat it?"

Zhulan twitched the corners of her mouth, her eyes seemed to be staring at the meat, and she felt the second daughter-in-law, Zhao Shi's resentment, but her stomach was even more uncomfortable, "Eat, eat, stare at the food. , I'll keep it if I don't eat it, don't worry about anyone."

Mr. Li closed his mouth, Mr. Zhao also withdrew his gaze.

Bamboo Orchid, "..."

This day is really not over!

Out of sight and out of mind, she got off the table with a cold face and didn't go back to the house. She sat by the well and watched breakfast in the hall. Zhao tidyed up the table, and her irritable heart was relieved. At least she didn't have to work, didn't she? .

Zhulan sat there the whole time. The eldest took the second child to the field, and the youngest went to the school. The courtyard was quiet, and she still sat.

"Mother, what's the matter with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

Zhou Xuehan observed her mother in the morning. The mother who used to be full of energy in the past has been sighing and sighing this morning. Live to ask.

Zhulan returned to her senses. She was continuing to sort out the memories in her mind just now. When she saw the original little girl, she grew really well, her hair was kept up, her hair was **** in a double bun, and she had a little baby fat on her face and blinked her big eyes. , so cute.

However, Zhulan's heart was very complicated, and she beckoned, "Mother thinks about something, it's not uncomfortable, come to my mother's side."

Zhou Xuehan responded crisply, with a cheerful tone, "Yes."

Zhulan wasn't so happy anymore. She thought that she had traveled through parallel time and space, so the dynasty had never heard of it. She did not expect to organize her memory and found that she was fashionable and became a book-wearer!