My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle!-Chapter 30 - Returning Firewood_1

I’m going to deliver firewood to the Main Room,” Qiao Duo’er instructed.

She was a person of her word and couldn’t stand it if she didn’t follow through with what she said.

Sun Erhu said helplessly, “Brother Hong chopped a lot of firewood before, it’s all piled up in the woodshed.

There’s enough to last two or three months, so you don’t have to worry about them running out of wood to burn.”

“Yesterday I went to the Main Room to boil water, and they asked me to replace the firewood I burned,” Qiao Duo’er spread her hands and stated the fact.

Unless she was out of her mind, she surely wouldn’t worry about the Main Room running out of firewood!

Sun Erhu rolled his eyes, but he didn’t try to stop Qiao Duo’er anymore.

He and Fourth Brother Tan practically grew up together, so he knew exactly the sort of person Fourth Brother Tan’s mother was.

That old woman really couldn’t be offended; if Qiao Duo’er didn’t return the firewood today, she’d have an earful to deal with later on, just like a monk chanting endlessly.

In the Main Room, the Wang’s Clan Mother-In-Law and Daughter-In-Law were both busy in the kitchen.

So Qiao Duo’er directly delivered the firewood there.

“I’ve returned all the firewood I used yesterday, and there’s no need to return any extra.

But make sure you remember clearly, don’t say later that I still owe you firewood,” Qiao Duo’er said, raising an eyebrow.

She didn’t like owing people anything, and even less so, having them pick faults with her.

Otherwise, when she got angry, the consequences could be severe; tied together, both of them weren’t a match for her anyway.

Having said that, Qiao Duo’er didn’t pay any mind to how ugly the faces of the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law turned; she simply went back to her own house.

To her, these were all strangers with no connection to her whatsoever.

However, thinking of the almost contorted expression on Wang Clan’s face, Qiao Duo’er couldn’t help humming a messy little tune.

There was still plenty of water left; not wanting to wait for it to dry, Qiao Duo’er simply squeezed it out by hand and then started chopping it on the cutting board.

After chopping the purslane, she turned to the fried crumbs.

Just as she was about to bring down her knife, the voice of a little boy rang out.

“Fourth Auntie, give me some fried crumbs to eat.”

He was the only grandson of the Old Tan Family, Qiao Duo didn’t know his given name, but his nickname was Xiao Fu.

Being the only male grandchild, he was doted on with all the good food, which had turned him into a chubby child.

His chubbiness wasn’t the cute baby fat kind; it was just pure fat, and, well…

he was a short and bulky boy, which was rather displeasing to the eye.

She thought there was no need to be petty with a child, so she grabbed a few and gave them to him.

Xiao Fu stuffed the fried crumbs into his mouth and swallowed them down after chewing a few times.

Qiao Duo’er inwardly criticized; no wonder he was getting fat.

But then again, it wasn’t her child to worry about.

Suddenly, the pudgy hand reached out towards the chopping board, aiming for the fried crumbs.

Qiao Duo’er’s brain hadn’t caught up when her hand moved instinctively.

The newly bought kitchen knife came crashing down, but since Qiao Duo’er didn’t intend to hurt anyone, it nearly grazed the hand before chopping down onto the chopping board.

After handling knives and weapons for so many years, she still had that level of precision.