1970s: A hot-tempered wife who accompanied a soldier to the military compound and made a fortune.

Chapter 1853 Even your daughter's farts smell good.

Chapter 1853 Even your daughter's farts smell good.

Xiao's mother beckoned the children inside: "Come inside and wait, I'll go get you some red date cakes."

Chu Xue followed him straight into the kitchen: "What time are we going to pick up Junjun?"

Xiao's mother smiled and said, "Soon, I'll come pick him up in half an hour."

Chu Xue glanced at her wrist: "We're going to pick him up today. You stay home and prepare the meal. We'll have a meal with Junjun and then go back to the unit."

Mrs. Xiao paused for a moment: "Are you leaving today?"

Chu Xue took the freshly made red date cake from her hand: "Yan Cheng took advantage of his day off to pick us up. He'll leave later, but we have to get back tonight."

Upon hearing this, Xiao's mother said, "Okay, the steamed buns I made at noon are still good. I'll just stir-fry a couple of dishes and cook some red bean porridge."

Chu Xue brought the red date cake into the house: "Go wash your hands with Dad. You can only eat a small piece each, or you won't be able to eat dinner."

The little ones were obedient; they all stretched out their hands and ran to the washbasin stand by the wall, shouting, "Daddy, wash your hands!"

Fu Bao washed her hands and ran over: "Mommy, where's Uncle?"

Chu Xue distributed red date cakes to them: "After you finish eating the red date cakes, let's go pick up your uncle together."

Upon hearing that they were going to pick up their uncle, the three little ones all shouted, "Go pick up uncle! Go pick up uncle!"

Fu Yancheng was about to wipe his daughter's hands with a towel when the little girl splashed water all over his face: "Daughter, stop jumping, wipe your hands first."

Seeing the tiny water droplets on her father's face, Le Bao laughed loudly, stood on tiptoe and stretched out her hand: "Daddy, bend down, I'll wipe it for you."

Fu Yancheng obediently bent down: "My daughter is still the best to me."

Chu Xue had just handed the red date cake to her two sons and told them to sit on stools and eat it when she turned around and overheard Fu Yancheng's conversation with his daughter. She couldn't help but purse her lips and say, "Even your daughter's farts smell good."

Fu Yancheng smiled at his wife, "Anyway, I don't mind the smell." Just as Xiao's mother entered the door, she overheard this: "How can you talk like that, you mother?"

Fu Yancheng, fearing his mother-in-law might say something else, said, "Mom, Chuxue was just joking with us."

Xiao's mother wanted to say something, but seeing that Fu Yancheng had actually brought Le Bao to Chu Xue, she didn't want to offend her: "When you bring Shi Tou back, bring some garlic back with you."

Fu Yancheng nodded: "Understood."

Seeing that Xiao's mother had been discharged from the hospital, Fu Yancheng put his daughter on a stool to eat red date cake. He leaned close to Chuxue's ear and asked, "I helped you just now. How do you plan to repay me, my wife?"

Chu Xue raised her hand and smacked his arm: "Stop talking nonsense in front of the children."

Fu Yancheng reached out and took a piece of red date cake, handing it to Chuxue: "Have a piece to tide you over."

The recipe for this red date cake was taught to Xiao's mother by Chu Xue.

She took the jujube cake that Fu Yancheng handed her, took a bite, and said, "Hmm, it tastes alright."

Fu Yancheng took a bite out of the spot on her hand where she had bitten her: "No, my wife's cooking is delicious, but this tastes alright too."

Chu Xue glanced at him sideways, then, listening to the footsteps in the courtyard, rolled her eyes at Fu Yancheng: "You reacted pretty quickly."

Fu Yancheng firmly denied it: "I'm telling the truth, my mother-in-law isn't as generous with the ingredients as you are."

Chu Xue cut the piece in her hand in two, putting one piece into her own mouth and the other into Fu Yancheng's: "After you finish eating, go get the stone."

She has plenty of red dates in her own space, so she doesn't feel bad about using them. Even her mother, who doesn't celebrate holidays or New Year's, is willing to make this red date cake, which is already a significant improvement.

After all, she came from a life of hardship.