The Rebirth Wife Of The Seventies (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 3

   After Ye Qingshui was tired from blowing his cheeks, he went home to take a bath and wash his hair.

    Country folks don't pay much attention to hygiene, and they don't take a shower every day as diligently as the people in the city. Ye Qingshui has no strong labor at home and can't cut a lot of firewood. In winter, she can not take a shower for several days.

    When Ye Qingshui was taking a bath, he rubbed himself vigorously, and he was satisfied after rubbing a layer of skin.

    She had no time to look in the mirror after taking a shower. The mercury mirror clearly reflected her seventeen-year-old appearance. There was not much flesh on her face. Her face was sunburned in the summer. There was only one pair. The eyes are a bit bright. On his forehead, he keeps the bangs, which are popular in rural areas, on the pot lid, which is thick and heavy. This year also happened to be the first year I met Xie Tingyu.

    She moved her bangs upwards and exposed her forehead, only to feel a familiar appearance.

    Ye

    Qingshui said, "I'm asleep." Xie Tingyu, who was reading, quickly took out his quilt, and licked the floor neatly. After all, as a healthy and healthy man, he knows himself well. It is impossible to share the same bed.

    It's not that he didn't notice Ye Qingshui's change: she would take a bath before going to bed, and she also washed her hair by the way, wearing clean clothes. The little girl also began to pay attention to hygiene.

    This change is very friendly to Xie Tingyu, who has a cleanliness addict. He even smiled sincerely.

    "Yeah."

    Not only that, he also noticed sharply that her exposed skin was pink, obviously rubbed hard, and the exposed neck was red and white... She just looked in the mirror for a while. .

    Xie Tingyu frowned.

    He couldn't tell whether Ye Qingshui's change was good or bad. He stopped thinking about him completely or was he more scheming, advancing instead of retreating?

    Xie Tingyu, who claims to be more open-minded than other boys, can't judge now.

    But after blowing the oil lamp, sleepiness struck him and he quickly left it behind.

    ...

    The next day, Ye Qingshui woke up very early.

    She got up early to cook, she picked the plump eggplant and wrapped it in flour, and made a veggie stuffed bun with cabbage. These flours are from Xie Tingyu. She felt a little uncomfortable when she used them. When she was making breakfast, she was thinking about livelihood issues.

    The 1970s was not fun to listen to, Ye Qingshui's memories of this era can squeeze out bitterness with just a twist.

    She did not have food stamps, cloth tickets, and industrial vouchers. It is easy to change from frugality to luxury, but difficult to change from luxury to frugality.

    Yesterday’s fat was left, and it was refined into fragrant lard. The eggplant was deep-fried with pig and was sweet and fragrant, tender and smooth. Because the flour used was Xie Tingyu's, and Ye Qingshui knew that he was wrong, so Xiaodi accommodated his taste. Effortlessly made him steamed dumplings with vegetarian fillings.

    Ye Qingshui dug the urn for oil, just to use up the lard that he saved from the gap between his teeth yesterday.

    The scent of steamed buns and dumplings in the firewood room woke Ye Ma up. Ye Qingshui said, "Aniang, go brush your teeth and eat again."