When Fang Jiang learned that Feng Qing had bought ginseng, she was even more happy and moved. She said that the Fang family was fortunate to marry such a good wife. Fang Jiang thought about it. If Fang Zheng dared to do something to be sorry to Feng Qing in the future, she would definitely have to break Fang Zheng's leg.

The rest of the Fang family are in good health, and even Wen Hao and Wenya rarely get sick. Fang Jiang put away the ginseng, cut it into two slices a day, and put it in the chicken soup for Fang Zheng to drink.

During dinner, Fang Jiang brought the chicken soup to Fang Zheng, and Qin Shufen stretched out her neck to see, "Mom, give me a bowl too."

She is breastfeeding the child and should make up for it.

"The chicken and these good things in it were bought by Saburo's wife's hard-earned money. Why do you give it to you?" Fang Jiang gave her annoyed look, "Do you eat less at home or drink less? You have gained weight after sitting down during the confinement period. If you drink it, you will still be able to walk on the road?"

"Mom, then you underestimate me. I'm just a mouth open. If two people eat, they have to drink some good things. That's for your grandson. Do you think you are your third brother and sister?" Qin Shufen's face had been thicker in the past few years, so she simply turned to Feng Qing and asked.

"Mom, the chicken I bought today is bigger, so let's serve you a bowl." In Feng Qing's thoughts, everyone was eating at the same table, so there was no need to make a fuss about a bowl of chicken soup.

"How can this work?" This chicken soup was enough for Saburo to drink for several days, and ginseng was added. Everyone else was fine, what should I drink?

"Mom, I'll buy one for my husband tomorrow." Under the table, Feng Qing stretched out his hand and pulled Fang Zheng's sleeve.

Putting down the bowl, Fang Zheng said, "Mom, it seems that the weather is getting warmer now. It's a pity that the chicken soup will be damaged if it's stored for a long time. It's a pity that you might as well drink it."

Fang Jiang could not refuse Fang Zheng. She looked around and was all her own children, and she felt sorry for her. However, Fang Zheng was really scared her a few years ago. Because of her habits, she always thought that she would give Fang Zheng everything delicious.

"Okay, I'll serve you one bowl, I won't need it." Fang Jiang thought of drinking less and leaving more for Fang Zheng.

After a pause, Fang Zheng said again: "Don't drink a few children, and don't drink the second sister-in-law."

"Why?" Qin Shufen widened her eyes. She opened the mouthful just now just to be able to drink a bowl of chicken soup.

"Children cannot eat great tonics."

Not everyone can eat ginseng, but it is harmful to eat too much if you don’t need supplements.

Qin Shufen wanted to howl, she sucked her saliva and watched Fang Jiang give to Old Man Fang, Fang Dalang, Zhou Xiaohua and Feng Qing one bowl each, but she didn't.

"Mom, serve me half a bowl. Half a bowl should be fine. At worst, I won't feed the children today." Fang Jiang's skill is good, and she became even more greedy when she smelled the rich chicken soup.

"You can pull it down." Fang Jiang ignored her.

"If my second sister-in-law wants to drink it, I'll stew it again tomorrow." Feng Qing glanced at Fang Zheng, "I specially gave it to my husband and a few children."

"Okay." Fang Zheng could not refuse Feng Qing such a thing.

Qin Shufen didn't drink chicken soup in this meal, so Zhou Xiaohua gave her bowl to Fang Dalang.

At night, Zhou Xiaohua kept turning over and couldn't sleep.

"What's wrong? You haven't sleeped so late?" Fang Dalang asked in confusion.

Zhou Xiaohua sighed, "It's okay."

"It's getting late, go to bed quickly." Fang Dalang turned over, turned his back to Zhou Xiaohua, and soon fell asleep again.

Zhou Xiaohua didn't say anything, and after a while, she pressed her elbow down to Dalang, "Children's father, how much money do you think the third brother and sister have earned these days?"

Originally, Fang Zheng had to save money to make up Fang Zheng's medicine. Since Feng Qing sold embroidery, he took things home every few days. At first, Zhou Xiaohua was relieved and didn't need to buy medicine for Sanlang, so she could save some money for her two children. But after a long time, seeing that Sanlang and his wife were getting better, she felt a sourness in her heart.

Especially the couple actually bought ginseng and could buy a chicken casually.

Fang Dalang was sleeping silently and was not awakened. Zhou Xiaohua sighed and looked at the dark sky, unable to sleep.

Zhou Xiaohua has not slept well, but Feng Qing has slept well. She can now afford ginseng for twenty years, and in a while, she can afford 50 years or even one hundred years. Her husband's body will get better and better. Feng Qing fell asleep that night, with a smile on the corners of her mouth.

The next day, Feng Qing planned not to touch the needle and thread today. She had not practiced her calligraphy well for two months. When Fang Zheng was reading, she practiced her calligraphy aside and could give her some advice when she took the time.

Before she could finish writing one, she heard someone mention her name.

"My husband, someone calls me."

"Continue to practice writing." Fang Zheng said, then pointed to two of the words, "These two are rewritten."

There are so many strokes in "Xianggong". Feng Qing was not interested in writing and had no talent in writing. There were a few words that always made mistakes when writing.

If he had known that Feng Qing could not sit still, he shook his head with amusement, put down the book, stood behind Feng Qing, and held her hand, "I want to write like this."

The breathing was in Feng Qing's ear, causing her body to tremble. She turned her face and looked at half of Fang Zhengyubai's face. She couldn't help but stretched her head and kissed him.

After a pause, Fang Zheng smiled and kissed Feng Qing on the forehead, "Assuming, kiss again after writing."

Clearing his throat, Feng chuckled and said, "My husband must keep his word."

The wife made Fang Zheng's heart tremble in a blunt manner. He wanted to throw the pen immediately and kiss him enough.

Before I could move, the screams outside became louder.

"I said Sister Jiang, you are not Saburo's wife, how can you know she is not available?" The voice outside was a little strange, "Sanlang's wife, I have something to look for you."

Fang Zheng's pupils became darker, and Feng Qing knew that he was about to move again. When she was seen in broad daylight, she must have no shame to see anyone. Thinking of this, Feng Qing got out of Fang Zheng's arms and ran out, "Mr., I'll go."

"Sanlang's wife, this is your Aunt Jiang." Fang Jiang put down the pig food bucket, his tone was not very good.

"Oh, I haven't seen you overnight. You are much more beautiful again, Saburo's wife." Aunt Jiang praised in an extremely exaggerated tone.

Feng Qing was funny, this praise was too careless.

Aunt Jiang didn't care about Feng Qing's answer. She pulled out the girl who had been standing behind her and introduced: "This is your girl."

After the words finished, the girl pushed forward.

Aunt Jiang was very strong and directly pushed the girl into a staggering position.

"Call the third sister-in-law quickly."

The girl who had been hanging her head was pressing her red face and looked at Feng Qing quickly, then she called out to her sister-in-law like a mosquito, lowered her head again, and shrank her shoulders.

"You girl is timid and afraid of seeing people." Aunt Jiang explained with a smile, and then said, "But although she is timid, her embroidery skills are good. I heard that Sanlang's wife, you also embroider something on weekdays. I thought you could sit together and embroider with a companion, so that this girl in my family would meet more people and be more bold in the future."
Chapter completed!