"Your cousin also sent some to us. Your mom was quick, and we're all eating it now..."

There was a plate of burnt fried meat scraps on the table.

It's obvious that she was trained by Song Huilan.

The other dish is stir-fried cabbage with oil residue, which smells very fragrant.

Qin Zegang swallowed his saliva. It had been a long time since he could go home and eat after work.

He is lazy, and Wang Xinmei is even lazier than him.

He's the kind of person who wouldn't even pick up a fallen broom.

Guilt towards his parents filled his heart, and he said in a muffled voice, "What my sister gave me was my sister's gift, and this piece is my son's filial gift. It doesn't matter! Do you think this piece of meat is too much?"

My foot hasn't even crossed the threshold yet.

He was harshly scolded by Song Huilan.

"stop!"

Qin Zegang's calf trembled reflexively.

I gritted my teeth and said, "What are you doing..."

He just came to deliver something.

Maybe I still have to get beaten.

Looking at my eldest son who has lost weight.

It would be a lie to say that I don't feel sorry for her, after all, she is my own flesh and blood.

Song Huilan straightened up, grabbed the coarse porcelain bowl next to her, and hastily added a large bowl of sweet potato rice, and a small half bowl of fried food and cabbage.

He handed it to Qin Zegang roughly and said, "Your wife hasn't prepared dinner yet! Squat here and eat first, then come back..."

After the last sentence, Song Huilan obviously lowered her voice.

Qin Zegang was just moved by the first half of what his father said.

But he was blinded by Song Huilan's actions.

Thinking of Wang Xinmei who was still sulking at home, he took the bowl and said, "Thank you, Mom. You are still the best..."

The next moment he ran away with the bowl in his hand.

Song Huilan chased him to the door, puffing her beard and glaring angrily, "This heartless ungrateful bastard! I'm doing this for him, what the hell does he know..."

Qin Zhimu chewed the oil residue in his mouth and said leisurely, "You're still not satisfied? Has this little bastard ever given you anything since you were a child?"

Look at the meat on the table.

Song Huilan rarely smiled.

"You're right, our son has really changed..."

It’s true that distance creates beauty. Next time she’ll have to be a little meaner to that boy!

…

Qin Zegang walked around the yard happily.

Looking at the oil-dregs cabbage in his hand, he was very excited.

Song Huilan's attitude finally softened.

It's only a matter of time before they tear down this wall.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Wang Xinmei sitting on the eaves with a sullen look on her face.

Thinking of my rash behavior just now.

Qin Zegang approached with a smile on his face.

He said earnestly, "Wife, look what this is. Mom was afraid you were hungry, so she asked me to bring it to you..."

Wang Xinmei curled her lips.

"Pork for fat residue, what a bargain!"

The words were full of sarcasm.

Qin Zegangru was still patient with her.

Unfortunately, not many.

Hearing this, he went into the kitchen.

There was no reaction when she saw the man.

Wang Xinmei's anger suddenly faded, and she started to make small talk, "Gangzi! The past two days, while I was doing laundry, I kept seeing a woman coming into my aunt's house. Who is she?"

The small stream at the east end of the village is a holy place for washing clothes.

Especially in such hot weather.

There are many young wives in Aidan.

Qin Zegang said without even looking up, "It must be Zhong Xiaolan's sister."

He had seen it a few days ago.

She was surprised at her man's concern.

I also remembered hearing from others that Zhong Xiaolan and Qin Zegang had met.

Wang Xinmei felt as uncomfortable as if she had been scratched by a cat.

She blurted out, "Why does her sister have nothing better to do than to come to our Qin's house every day?"

Qin Zegang added a bucket of water to the pot.

"Why are you staring at other people's homes all day long?!"

You are just bored because you have eaten too much!

Your own family is a mess, but you are focusing on others.