Married to a Disabled Man in the 70s

chapter 7

Translated by: Tinker

Faced with the invitation from his mother-in-law, Song Qinghan was not very used to it, he frowned slightly, and refused.

From the age of five, when his younger brother was born, he began to feel the gap in his position and understood one thing – that even his mother and father would not take selfless risks for him.

So except when he didn't have the ability to survive on his own, he received help from others. But after he turned 15 years old, he was rarely helped.

In this village, what he received the most help was probably Su Zhengyang. In the face of the calculating Su Jiao, after Su Zhengyang personally said his prayers for their marriage, he forbore to say nothing and acquiesced in everything.

Last time he went to his mother-in-law's house, it was because he had several brothers. Now he had everything at home, so he didn't want to go.

Song Qinghan just wanted to say that she should just go by herself. He would eat something at home. Anyway, both his legs were hurt. Even if he could barely walk, it was not convenient.

Who knew that the girl who was just starving and wanted to eat immediately, refused with no hesitation, and her voice was a little more eager, "Mom, it's okay. I see everything here. I'm learning to cook now. I'll do it myself."

Sun Fang hesitated for a moment, but saw that her daughter had been invigorated and didn't force it.

Anyway, the family was full of leftovers. In fact, it was not a good thing since the slightly better food were eaten by the people who come to the banquet.

She nodded, "Yes, then be careful."

"Mm-hmm!" Su Jiao Jiao's eyes were shining as she nodded. Just now she felt tired and flustered, but now she was energized, and she jumped to her feet. She saw Sun Fang off, and rushed to the kitchen.

Song Qinghan was dumbfounded.

He sat on the chair in the hall, looked at the busy figure in the kitchen, and asked in the bottom of his heart: Do the emotions of girls change so fast?

He hadn't been in contact with any girls, so he didn't know.

But seeing that she was very active in her work, he would not go over, lest he would just trouble her.

Thinking of this, Song Qinghan looked down at his legs, he had one ankle bone fracture. Fortunately, he didn't hurt his shinbone, and had recovered most of them.

It's just that the doctor said that he may be lame in the future, and this leg wouldn't recover.

He didn't think before, but now his eyes were dim and his heart was rather sour. It was like eating an unripe persimmon, and his tongue seemed a little astringent.

Because of his situation, he didn't want to see his parents scold him ferociously after they heard that the subsidy had been spent on medical expenses. They didn't let him rest at home that day, and asked for separation directly, for fear that he would look for the money they sent back before.

If it wasn't for the help of the captain and his comrades-in-arms, they wouldn't have given anything, including this house.

"Well, I don't know how to cook, but it should be good." A delicate voice interrupted his gaze at his legs.

Song Qinghan raised his eyes and saw a rosy delicate face, as if a crisp and sweet apple appeared in front of his eyes. The eyes were bright, the tip of the nose overflowed with a little sweat, and the red lips raised a beautiful smile.

She held a bowl in her hands, with obvious expectation in her eyes, just like giving a treasure. It looked like she asking for praise?

Song Qinghan was slightly stunned. Looking at the simple noodles with just the right color, he felt a bit of heat on his face, almost blinding his eyes.