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“My socks?” She couldn’t remember them.

“I bought them.” He put one on and pulled her other foot over.

Tang Xuan’s originally cold feet slowly warmed up again. He covered her with the quilt again. “You just won’t cry until you see the coffin. You feel too good about yourself.”

Hearing this, she pursed her lips, but slowly smiled.

Chapter 501 My Husband Always Wants Me to Have an Abortion (12)

Tang Xuan hid in the quilt for a while, asked Ji Yang to get her another warm base layer to put on, and then opened the quilt and went downstairs.

Ji’s father came back. He walked very slowly. His face was very wrinkled and he was a little dark. I heard that he used to work as a laborer on the construction site. Later, he was injured in an accident and his legs and feet were not very convenient.

“Hello, uncle.” Tang Xuan greeted him first.

“It’s cold down there. Come up.” Ji’s father looked at her, and there was a bit of satisfaction in his eyes. He said a few words in a rare good mood.

“I’ll go see what Auntie is doing.” Tang Xuan didn’t want to give them the impression of being lazy.

"He can do it." Although Ji's father said so, his eyes were more satisfied.

In the kitchen.

Ji's mother had already cooked and was lighting the fire. Seeing her come in, she hurriedly said, "We don't need your help here. Go out and sit down? Chat for a while, it will be done in a while."

Tang Xuan started to help while chatting with her with a smile.

Chatting with people is her strong point. The clients she met were all kinds of people, which was much more difficult than this.

"How can I let you cook?" Ji's mother said and called Ji Yang.

The other party came over and smiled at Tang Xuan, "Mom, just sit down. You can sit next to her and warm yourself by the fire. She hasn't adapted to the cold weather yet."

Ji's mother was gentle and didn't let her go out again. Instead, she cared about her and took a small stool so that she could sit closer to the fire.

Tang Xuan's task became to add firewood. After a while, Ji Yang also moved a stool and sat next to her, occasionally passing dishes to Ji's mother.

Originally, Ji's mother was the only one cooking, but three people were crowded in the small kitchen, and laughter could be heard from time to time.

Finally, even Ji's father came in and listened to the conversation.

The night gradually darkened, and the aroma of food came out.

Braised chicken cubes, stir-fried beans with minced meat, stir-fried lotus root with pickled radish, stir-fried cabbage, fried eggs with chopped green onions, and a tofu soup.

A few home-cooked dishes, four people can eat a rich meal.

In the living room, the dishes have been served, and Tang Xuan has put the stools in place, but the lights in the room are a little dim and hazy.

She is indeed a little uncomfortable.

This feeling is like the lights on the roadside. It's not time for a walk, so she still likes a brighter environment.

Although she thought so in her heart, she couldn't say it. Ji Yang seemed to know what she was thinking, "Mom, is this light bulb broken?"

"We have a light bulb. Look at my brain. I forgot it because I didn't change it." Ji's mother said and walked towards her room.

Her father's room is on the first floor, next to the kitchen.

"I'll get a ladder and change the light bulb." Ji Yang said as he strode upstairs to the warehouse.

Tang Xuan stood there, looking at Ji's father who was sitting, and he seemed to be frustrated and helpless.

Thinking about it, he was suddenly injured and his movements became inconvenient. This was something he used to do, but now he couldn't do it.

For a moment, she didn't know how to comfort him and didn't dare to speak rashly.

Ji Yang took down the ladder and took the light bulb from Ji's mother. Tang Xuan walked over to hold the ladder, and he changed the light bulb in a few seconds.

Turning on the light again, the room was bright.

"If the light bulb is broken, it must be replaced in time, otherwise it will be bad for your eyes." Ji Yang installed the replaced light bulb and threw it into the trash can.

"Mom knows." Ji's mother smiled and looked at Tang Xuan, "Xuanxuan is hungry? Hurry up and sit down to eat."

"Auntie, sit down too." Tang Xuan said to her.

Ji's mother smiled and urged Ji Yang to add coal balls to the stove, and then pushed the stove to Tang Xuan's side.

In today's society where electric stoves and heaters are widely used, the Ji family's stove is probably more than ten years old. It is made of stone mud and has a layer of rusty iron sheet on the outside.

Put the coal balls in the stove to generate heat.

"No, I'm not cold." Tang Xuan refused again and again, "Just put it next to you and uncle."

"We are all used to this weather. If you catch a cold, you won't get better. We are all family, I know you need it." Ji Yang dragged her over.

Tang Xuan was embarrassed, but couldn't say anything to him.

Ji's mother knew that she was embarrassed, and she didn't laugh. Instead, she served her food, "Eat first, eat more."

"Thank you, auntie." She took it.

Ji's father was a serious person, and he was also very nice, but he would change the meat and put it in front of her when eating.

"Xiaoyang, why have you lost so much weight? Eat more. Is it because you work too hard?" Ji's mother looked at Ji Yang. His chubby face was gone, which made her feel distressed. She continued, "Eat some meat during the Chinese New Year, and you will gain weight again."

"Ahem." Ji Yang almost choked halfway through his meal. He picked up a piece of meat for Tang Xuan and looked at Ji's mother. "Mom, do you know how much effort I put in to lose weight? I can't gain weight again. Am I not more handsome now than before?"

"No way, I am like a bamboo pole now. Eat more meat." Ji's mother denied it without thinking, with a look of disgust.

"What bamboo pole? That's too exaggerated." Ji Yang was dissatisfied.

"Young people like to mess around." Ji's father also had a stern face and a preaching tone, "Do some tricks."

"Okay, I won't say anything." Ji Yang shut up.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, Xuanxuan, let's eat more. Being able to eat is a blessing, why should we be so particular?" Ji's mother said as she took the spoon beside her and served Tang Xuan another spoonful of diced chicken.

"Yes." Tang Xuan nodded obediently.

The older generation does not worry as much as they do. Many times, this generation is anxious because they think too much.