Siheyuan: starting from signing in to get roasted pig's trotters

Chapter 142 Wang Lin: You should call me Mrs.

Seeing Yi Zhonghai standing in place.

Not a word was said.

Aunt Yi understood.

If this is rumored.

He was already angry.

How could it be the same as now.

Stand there obediently.

"Old Yi, you should let go of your heart."

It's rare for Aunt Yi to feel a lot more comfortable today.

Therefore, she also took the initiative to mention the heart disease of the two of them.

"I failed to give you a son and a half daughter."

"It's my fault."

"I said let you adopt one."

"You don't agree either."

"Otherwise, let's divorce."

Yi Zhonghai turned his head sharply.

cursed.

"You're talking nonsense here again."

Aunt Yi's face was calm.

"Old Yi, I'm not talking nonsense."

"Look at yourself."

"Is this still the old you?"

"Since you have been tortured by this matter."

"Then let's just let it end."

"Don't you just want a son?"

"The two of us are divorced..."

"It's bullshit!"

Yi Zhonghai scolded.

"I don't think you look like yourself anymore."

"What nonsense are you talking about here?"

"It's been so many years."

"Don't you know me yet?"

"I did know you before."

"Now I don't know."

I saw the downcast look of my wife.

Yi Zhonghai felt as if someone had poured a basin of cold water on him.

Does he really feel like he doesn't know himself?

Yi Zhonghai raised his hand.

Touched his face.

What's wrong with myself.

When Zhao Aimin got home.

The lights were already on inside the house.

See the cups on the table.

Zhao Aimin asked curiously.

"Lin'er, are there any guests at home?"

Both of them have their own tank

On weekdays, the cups are buckled in the cabinet.

Exclusively for outsiders.

It's all on the table now.

Isn't someone here?

"Oh, look, I forgot to wash it."

"It's Aunt Yi who is here."

"Sit for a while and talk."

Wang Lin took out the cup and washed it clean.

Put it back in the cabinet.

"Aunt Yi?"

Zhao Aimin was curious.

"What do you two have to talk about?"

Aunt Yi's sense of existence is similar to that of a deaf old lady.

These two people are not easy to leave the house.

Basically invisible.

in summer.

You can occasionally see her out for a walk, basking in the sun.

This winter seems to be the last time I saw it.

I haven't seen him since.

But he is always at the factory.

Come back every day very late.

It's not just Aunt Yi and the deaf old lady who can't see.

See his curious look.

Wang Lin put the food on the table.

Said to him.

"Just talk to her about the past."

"Talk about when she was young."

"You will never think of it."

"When Yi Gong was young, he even wrote a love letter to Aunt Yi."

"I really can't tell."

This is really true.

Just that old-fashioned Yi Zhonghai.

Can you write love poems to others?

Sure enough, people cannot be judged by their appearance.

Put the towel on.

Zhao Aimin took the fire hook to the stove.

Use the hook to pull the front drawer open.

The baked sweet potato inside was exposed.

Use chopsticks to pick into a bowl.

Zhao Aimin said with a smile.

"This stove works really well."

Wang Lin cast a glance at him.

"It is easy to use, and coal is also easy to use."

Now I have to use two briquettes a day.

Then count the fire at night.

If it doesn't work.

How can these briquettes be worthy of it?

Put warm sweet potatoes in a bowl.

Zhao Aimin rubbed his hands.

Turn on the gramophone.

Listen to music.

eating.

My heart is warm.

"Fine grains and coarse grains are only nutritious when eaten together."

Listen to him.

Wang Lin laughed.

"Where did you learn all this nonsense?"

"How could this be unreasonable?"

"It's all science."

Zhao Aimin said with a smile.

Where did you learn this stuff from?

Don't ask, it's natural to ask.

The two ate while talking and laughing.

Mrs. Jia's voice came from outside.

"Why did you come back today?"

"I became a regular today, working overtime."

"Let's go back to the house and talk about it."

"Become a regular? You really became a regular."

Wang Lin looked up at him.

did not speak.

Zhao Aimin took the initiative to talk to her.

"Qin Huairu has become a regular."

"I approved it for her."

"She's one."

"Zhang Chao is another one."

"Then shouldn't she call me Mrs. Sheng now?"

Zhao Aimin looked at her.

I pamper you with all my face.

"If you like."

"It's okay to let her call it that."