"No, no, I don't want to get an injection." Goudan said coquettishly with a pout.

"Okay, stop acting like a spoiled child. Come here, wash your hands and have an meal." Zhao Jianguo prepared a basin of hot water and called out to Goudan.

Goudan climbed down from the chair obediently, ran to Zhao Jianguo, washed his hands quickly, and followed Zhao Jianguo back to the chair next to the dining table.

Looking at the food on the table, Goudan pouted and said, "Why is there no meat again? I want to eat meat."

"We didn't buy any meat at home. Let's go to the supply and marketing cooperative tomorrow to have a look. If there is no meat, there will be nothing we can do." When Zeng Wenjuan heard that Goudan wanted to eat meat, she immediately nodded and agreed.

There is only one child in the family. He just wants to eat meat. It's not that the family can't afford it, nor does he want the stars in the sky. Moreover, children are more attached to their parents when they are not in school. When they go to primary school, they will want to play with other children. When they go to junior high school, boys will become silent and unwilling to communicate with their parents, entering a rebellious period.

"Okay." Goudan said while eating a piece of fried tofu, tilting his head.

Zhao Jianguo looked at Goudan's eating habits and said with a sullen face, "Goudan, don't move your food while holding the bowl. Don't move around while eating. You'll get beaten if you do that again next time."

When Goudan saw Zhao Jianguo’s gloomy face, he immediately felt very aggrieved. He didn’t do anything, so why was he so mean to him?

After dinner, Goudan returned to the room with an unhappy look on his face. He took off his coat and lay on the bed, sulking alone. But after a long time no one came in to comfort him, so he burst into tears out of grievance.

Goudan fell asleep while crying. When he woke up again, it was already dark. He thought that usually people would have dinner at this time, but today he fell asleep and his parents didn't come to wake him up, which made him feel even more wronged.

Goudan put on his coat and walked out of the room in the dark, but the living room was also dark. He was a little scared and shouted loudly: "Mom and Dad, are you home? Why don't you turn on the lights?"

But there was no response, so Goudan went to the kitchen according to his memory, but no one was there. Suddenly, Goudan felt abandoned, and he burst into tears.

"I seemed to hear Goudan crying. I told you to wait at home and I would be back after buying things, but you didn't listen. Look what happened now. The child must be scared." Zeng Wenjuan and Zhao Jianguo were carrying several large bags of things and went downstairs when they heard Goudan's sad crying. They left Zhao Jianguo behind and quickly ran upstairs.

Zeng Wenjuan took out the key from her pocket and opened the door, then walked into the house and turned on the light, and saw Goudan sitting in the living room crying loudly. Zeng Wenjuan put down her things and ran over.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying, Goudan? Aren't mom and dad back? We wanted to take you out together this afternoon, but you fell asleep. This didn't wake you up. We came back late on the way. Don't cry, mom and dad bought meat, and we'll have braised pork tonight." Zeng Wenjuan hugged Goudan and coaxed him with heartache.

Goudan climbed onto Zeng Wenjuan's neck and cried on her shoulder. At this moment, Wang Hui heard the noise and came over.

"Wenjuan, you're finally back. This child has been crying since about 5 o'clock. I can't get in from outside. He ignored me and kept crying. Let's feed him some salt water first! It will prevent him from lacking water."

Zeng Wenjuan turned around and looked at Wang Hui and said, "Thank you! Sister Wang Hui, I didn't tell Goudan that I was going out. Maybe he got scared when he got up and saw that it was getting dark."

At this time, Zhao Jianguo also came up from downstairs carrying things. When he saw Wang Hui, he smiled and greeted her and went into the house. Wang Hui also returned home.

"Don't cry, Daddy not only bought meat today, but also canned meat. When you want to eat it in the future, we can open a can and eat it. There are also canned fruits. Do you want to drink it now?" Zhao Jianguo took out things from the net bag one by one and shook them in front of Goudan.

Goudan wiped his tears and snot from Zeng Wenjuan, then said to Zhao Jianguo: "Dad is bad. He took Mom out without telling Goudan. He was even mean to Goudan at noon."

Zeng Wenjuan also took the opportunity to comfort Goudan: "Yes, Dad is bad. He took Mom out without our Goudan. But since Dad bought you so many delicious foods, you should forgive him. Don't cry, let's go to make dinner. Let's make braised pork. Goudan will have the most and Dad can only have one piece."

"Okay," Goudan nodded heavily.

After hearing their words, Zhao Jianguo's expression immediately turned into one of grievance, and he looked at Goudan.

Goudan was a child and of course he was very soft-hearted. Seeing his father's aggrieved expression, he immediately said, "Dad can eat two pieces of braised pork, but no more. Otherwise, I will not forgive Dad."

Zhao Jianguo smiled and patted Goudan's head, saying seriously, "Okay, then Dad will only eat two pieces. The rest will be given to Goudan. Just think of it as Dad apologizing to Goudan. Can you forgive Dad now?"

Goudan nodded sincerely: "Okay, but Dad can't do this again in the future. You can't be mean to Goudan anymore. If you are mean to Goudan again, Goudan will ignore you."

"Silly child, why would your father be so mean to Goudan? Your father is just teaching you. It's just that there is no expression on your face and he looks very serious." Zhao Jianguo smiled and comforted him a few more times.

Zeng Wenjuan saw that Goudan was in a good mood, so she let him go and said to him, "Then you stay in the living room and chat with Dad, and Mom will go to the kitchen to cook."

After what happened in the afternoon, Goudan's sense of security was at its lowest point. When he saw Zeng Wenjuan was going to the kitchen, he immediately pulled his clothes and followed him to the kitchen.

Zhao Jianguo watched the interaction between Goudan and Zeng Wenjuan and immediately sighed. He had originally intended to give Goudan a surprise, but this time it turned out to be a shock.

Now, the father-son relationship that was cultivated with great difficulty has suddenly returned to its freezing point. It may even be lower than before.

Zhao Jianguo had been walking for the whole afternoon and his legs and feet were not feeling well, so he put down his crutches, sat in a wheelchair, and pushed it into the kitchen.

Looking at Zeng Wenjuan, he asked, "Is there anything I can do for you? I can help you. It's okay. Prepare the meal early. Goudan must be hungry now."

Goudan shook his head and said softly, "I'm not hungry."

Zhao Jianguo sighed helplessly and took out a bag of Shaqima from his pocket. He handed it to Goudan and said, "Here, have a piece of this. It's delicious. It's soft and sweet. I bought a big bag just for you. After you finish eating, we can buy more next time."