Chapter 95: Keep Your Troops in Place 3

Father Lu hummed and said seriously: "Girl, don't worry, my Lu family is not a family that doesn't care about details. The most important thing in life is reputation, and a promise is worth a thousand gold. You are such a good child, and it is a blessing for Ajiang to marry you for several lifetimes. I will not cancel your marriage just because your uncle came forward. Even if I agree, Ajiang will not agree, let alone I disagree."

He didn't fancy Wang Jiao at all, okay? Without Feng Qingxue, he would not agree to Wang Jiao's marriage, and Lu Jiang is actually a person who would rather have nothing than something bad, otherwise he would not have not married until now.

Feng Qingxue smiled, "Uncle Lu, I'm not worried, really, I have never doubted the sincerity of Uncle Lu and Ajiang. It's just that this matter involves my cousin, and it's difficult for my uncle to choose. No matter what he does, he won't have the best of both worlds. If he lets my uncle know that I heard their quarrel, my uncle will be embarrassed, so I will pretend that I don't know."

"I don't know either, I don't know anything." Father Lu said immediately.

It's enough to know it in your heart, why bother to say it? Wang Jiao was a bit strange. She was unwilling to meet Lu Jiang at first, and I was relieved at that time. Why did she regret it now?

Wang Zhengguo always loved his children. Would he come to ruin his niece's marriage if he couldn't persuade his daughter?

Father Lu suppressed his doubts and uncertainties and pointed to the packed bundle, "The old clothes are there, girl, please."

If he could choose, he would not want to trouble his future daughter-in-law to do needlework. There is no reason for a daughter-in-law to do work for her husband's family before she gets married, but he really can't do needlework and can't ask others for help.

The bundle was full of old military uniforms brought back by Lu Jiang, including old military cotton jackets, military cotton pants and outer clothes and pants worn by the two children.

After leaving the cowshed, Feng Qingxue chose to go west directly and take a detour home.

Along the way, he taught Feng Qingyun in a soft voice, teaching her not to talk too much in front of others when she goes out, not to tell others about family matters, even if it is about her uncle's family.

"Sister, I'm obedient. I won't gossip anymore!"

"Yunyun is so good. Go home and make sheep oil. I'll mix it with oil residue for you to eat."

Feng Qingyun was happy when she heard about food, "Sister, you are so nice!"

As early as the day after Lu Jiang left, Feng Qingxue went out and brought back an iron pot, an iron griddle, a kitchen knife, a chopping board, a spatula, and other kitchen utensils that could be taken out without attracting attention. Then she asked her second uncle to build an adobe stove in the west room, and the chimney was built outside the window, which was very convenient for cooking.

The day Lu Jiang came to pick her up, he brought two cans of malted milk, and Feng Qingxue gave one to her second aunt, so her second uncle worked very hard.

A roll of white mutton fat was taken out from the cupboard and cut into small pieces. Feng Qingyun lit the fire while Feng Qingxue brushed the pot. After brushing it clean, she waited until there was no water stain in the pot and poured a little soybean oil into it. After the oil was hot, the cut pieces of mutton fat were put into the pot. With a sizzling sound, the whole room was filled with fragrance. Stir-fry until the oil residue turned brown and slightly burnt. Turn off the stove and remove the oil residue.

The filtered oil was scooped into the prepared oil tank and soon solidified, like a piece of white jade.

As for the oil residue, Feng Qingxue kept her previous promise and kept part of it and put part of it into a bowl. She mixed it with white sugar while it was hot and gave it to Feng Qingyun as a snack. She ate it until her mouth was full of oil.

Then, she fried some chopped green onions in the oil pan, added water to boil, and put a handful of noodles in as lunch.

After thinking about it, Feng Qingxue poured some more oil residue into the pot.