What's going on recently?

It’s just about the fine from two days ago.

Old Mrs. Song felt like she had something stuck in her throat, and in the end she didn't say anything.

The daughter-in-law looks weak, but she is actually stronger than anyone else.

Although she repeatedly said that the fine could not be borne by her family, she still wanted to take responsibility.

Having such a mindset is a rare and good quality.

It was precisely because she regarded the Song family as her own family that she was reluctant to let them suffer any loss.

Old Madam Song's gaze fell on Song Rushuang. She rocked the cradle gently and murmured:

"Xiao Qi, you have to learn from your mother. We have to work hard and be like mother, not father."

Before Song Rushuang could say anything, Duan Dinglan burst out laughing.

"I actually think Xiao Qi is more like her father."

After a pause, she pulled Old Lady Song, her eyes full of sincerity:

"You are always good at giving birth. You gave birth to a beautiful and talented child, and raised her to be a famous young man in our area. If she looked more like her father, both in appearance and in brains, her future would be easier."

Usually, Mrs. Song is happiest when she hears others praising her son.

But now, she really couldn't laugh.

Song Rushuang keenly sensed the bitterness in her grandmother's heart and felt a little strange for a moment.

Why doesn’t grandma want to be like dad?

If it wasn't because of his appearance, then it must be because he did something bad.

So, what exactly happened?

Although Song Rushuang looks like a little baby drinking milk, she is essentially a sixteen-year-old girl.

She couldn't be as carefree as a little kid, so she thought about her father all night long. It wasn't until the next day, after the rooster crowed at dawn, that she felt sleepy.

In order to welcome their youngest brother back, the Song family started preparing lunch early in the morning.

The whole family was busy and used the last bit of food in the house to make a large table of dishes.

As a result, not even a shadow of Song Laoliu was seen.

Old Mrs. Song sat in the main seat with a solemn expression and said nothing. Everyone lost their appetite.

In the end, Duan Dinglan came out holding Xiaoqi and gave him some advice.

Song Rushuang, who was usually very well-behaved, suddenly started crying loudly.

Everyone in the Song family panicked.

Only then did Old Lady Song's expression change, and she quickly held Xiao Qi in her arms to comfort him.

"Oh, my little ancestor, what's wrong? Are you hungry?"

Duan Dinglan smiled helplessly, "I just ate at ten o'clock."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Rushuang immediately waved her little arms to attract everyone's attention, and then her little eyes kept glancing at the dining table.

After spending some time together, Duan Dinglan could basically understand the intentions of his fairy little daughter.

Since there were no outsiders around, Duan Dinglan expressed his guess:

"Mom, it seems to me that Xiaoqi wants you to eat first."

Everyone looked at each other.

Boss Song quickly grabbed the chopsticks and picked up a soybean from the plate in front of him.

As soon as the food entered her mouth, Song Rushuang giggled twice.

Old Lady Song slapped her thigh and said, "That's right, our Xiaoqi is right. Man is like iron and rice is like steel. If you don't eat a meal, you will be very hungry. Let's not wait any longer and eat right away!"

Late at night, Song Laoliu, who had been away from home for more than half a year, finally returned.

Because Song Rushuang was there, her quirky appearance made the whole family particularly happy, so no one cared about Song Laoliu coming back so late.

He looked at me with empty hands, without even a small bag.

Old Mrs. Song just frowned slightly, but didn't embarrass him in person.

"Mom, I'm really busy at work. I took a day off today, so I'm a little late."

"Is this a little late?"

Song Laoliu stopped suddenly and stood at the door embarrassedly.

Old Madam Song stared at him for a while, then sighed helplessly:

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Go inside and see Ding Lan and Xiao Qi. They miss you very much."

"Oh, sure."

A trace of panic flashed across Song Laoliu's face, but soon disappeared.

Inside the room, Duan Dinglan was playing with a rattle for Song Rushuang on the bed.

As the door curtain was opened from the outside, a gust of cold wind suddenly rushed in.

Song Rushuang sneezed immediately.

Old Mrs. Song quickly pushed Song Laoliu into the house, quickly closed the door, and pulled the curtain tightly.

She glared at Song Laoliu unhappily:

"What are you doing standing here like an idiot? The cold wind is blowing on Xiaoqi. How can you be so heartless?"

Duan Dinglan quickly tried to persuade her, "Mom, it's okay. It's just a moment. It's nothing serious."

"See? Your wife still loves you!"

This meeting was the first time Song Rushuang saw her father.

She was a little nervous at first and didn't know how to express her love for him.

As a result, his father never looked at her since he entered the room.

This made Song Rushuang calm down immediately.

Her big round eyes were fixed on her father's face without blinking, and she happened to see a hint of annoyance flash across his handsome face.

He actually feels annoyed?

No matter if he was annoying because of grandma;

Still mother;

Or maybe it was her.

This is completely inconsistent with the image of Song Laoliu that Song Rushuang heard from others.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mrs. Song coughed awkwardly:

"It's getting late now. You two haven't seen each other for so long. Why don't you have a good chat?"

"I understand, mother."

The two of them said in unison. After sending Old Lady Song away, Duan Dinglan's eyes suddenly turned red. She suddenly rushed towards Song Laoliu, her voice filled with tears:

"Why did you just come back?"

Song Laoliu's body stiffened for a while, then returned to normal, and he patted her on the back, "Sorry, I'm too busy."

As soon as he finished speaking, he forcibly straightened Duan Dinglan's body.

"Don't be so sad, the child is watching, it won't have a good impact."

When mentioning her daughter, Duan Dinglan's crying gradually stopped.

She quickly walked to the bedside, picked up Song Rushuang, and then turned and walked towards Song Laoliu:

"Boss, look, this is our little daughter."

Judging from Duan Dinglan's actions, she obviously wanted Song Laoliu to hold the child.

pity.

Song Laoliu had no such intention.

He just glanced at Song Rushuang lightly, then looked at Duan Dinglan: "Have you chosen a name?"

"Yes, I call him Xiaoqi after Xiaoliu. He is the seventh child in the family, so I call him Xiaoqi."

Song Laoliu nodded: "It's pretty good. It's a little late. You should go to bed with the child early."