"I'm not being biased; I'm just stating the facts. You said something wrong, so shouldn't I ask you to apologize?"

Fang Xue remained silent.

Yang Fengxia said earnestly, "I have always treated you four siblings the same."

Fang Xue pursed her lips, clearly unconvinced.

Fang Qiao listened to the whole thing from outside the window, sneered, and gave a sarcastic smirk.

Are they all the same?

Sure enough, just like a drunk person always insists they're not drunk, biased parents will never realize their own bias. Ironically, they even claim to be fair and just.

Fang Hai hesitated, then said, "Little sister..."

Fang Qiao shook her head: "Big brother, I'm fine. I've come to terms with it all over the years."

Fang Hai lowered his head with some guilt.

He is also a beneficiary of the existing system, so he is the one with the least right to speak at this time.

At lunchtime, Fang Yaozu directed his two sons-in-law to move the square table from the main room to the courtyard. The courtyard was more spacious than the room, and there wasn't enough room for so many people to sit.

Steaming hot chicken stew with potatoes was served, along with pork stew with cabbage and tofu, scrambled eggs with scallions, and a bowl of radish ball and vermicelli soup.

Everyone took their seats, and Fang Yaozu sat in the main seat, opening the bottle of baijiu that Fang Qiao had brought back. They didn't have special small wine glasses at home, so they used an enamel mug for drinking water.

He poured himself half a glass first, then poured one for Zhang Jun: "Here you go."

Zhang Jun didn't dare trouble his father-in-law, so he said, "Dad, I can do it myself," while taking the wine bottle from him.

He poured some into his enamel mug and turned to offer Cheng Bodong a drink: "Here, brother-in-law, let me pour you some."

Cheng Baidong waved his hand: "No need, I don't drink."

"Drink a little."

Cheng Baidong refused again: "I came in a factory car, I really can't drink."

"Just a little bit," Zhang Jun said, trying to persuade him to give up even more.

Cheng Baidong shook his head: "Don't drink and drive. Brother-in-law, please forgive me, I have the child with me, I can't risk the child's life."

These days there's no such thing as drunk driving, but there are plenty of people who drive after drinking. Even the drivers in his factory's transport team often drive after drinking.

Zhang Jun felt that Cheng Baidong was not giving him face, so he was a little unhappy.

"Fine." He pursed his lips and turned to look at Fang Hai.

Fang Hai quickly waved his hand: "Brother-in-law, I can't. I have to go to the hospital this afternoon to take care of Xiaoping."

Seeing this, Fang Lu took out his enamel mug and approached, saying with a grin, "Brother-in-law, I'll drink, I'll drink, could you please pour me some?"

Zhang Jun's expression softened a bit. He glanced sideways at Cheng Baidong and deliberately said to Fang Lu, "Little brother, you should give your brother-in-law face."

Cheng Baidong was feeding An'an meat with chopsticks, ignoring Zhang Jun's words.

Zhang Jun felt embarrassed and thought to himself: His wife was right. This family is all cold-hearted people. What's the use of doing well? The relatives can't benefit from it at all. Sooner or later, they will all turn their backs on him.

Thinking about it this way, Fang Jun felt a little better.

Fang Lu took the initiative to clink glasses with him and flattered him, saying, "Brother-in-law, even if I don't give face to others, I have to give face to you. I'm not very capable, and after a few years I'm still just a temporary worker. I'll have to rely on you to help me out in the future."

"No problem, no problem."

After clinking glasses with Fang Lu, Zhang Jun bent down to clink glasses with his father-in-law, Fang Yaozu, and then tilted his head back to drink the wine in his glass in one gulp.

Fang Yaozu's face flushed after just one glass of wine. He had a strong addiction to alcohol, and he quickly poured himself another glass after finishing the first one.

Yang Fengxia nudged his waist with her elbow and whispered, "Honey, drink less. You feel terrible when you're drunk. Just a little bit is fine. Don't drink too much."

"Don't worry about it, I know what I'm doing." Fang Yaozu drank three cups in a row, praising how strong the wine was today.

He put down his wine glass, ate a couple of bites of food, and suddenly remembered something. He unbuttoned his clothes, took out a roll of money from the inside pocket, and began handing out New Year's money.

"Give this to Grandpa's good grandson, Xiaolong." He took out a one-mao (10 cents) bill and gave it to Xiaolong.

Xiao Long happily accepted it: "Thank you, Grandpa! Grandpa is the best!"

Fang Yaozu beamed and said, "You're five years old now. Next year you'll be starting primary school and you'll need to be able to talk by then, do you understand?"

Xiao Long proudly raised his chin and retorted, "I've known how to talk for a long time!"

This caused Fang Yaozu and Yang Fengxia to burst into laughter.

"Yes, yes, our precious grandson is the most sensible."

Fang Yaozu then took out a one-mao note from the roll of money and handed it to Panpan: "This one is for Panpan."

Panpan whispered, "Thank you, Grandpa."

Fang Yaozu put on a stern face: "Raise your head and speak louder, Grandpa didn't hear you!"

Panpan had no choice but to raise her head and say in a louder voice, "Thank you, Grandpa."

"That's more like it! Lift your head up, don't keep your head hunched over like a quail, it doesn't look good."

Fang Yaozu then gave Tian Tian and An An New Year's money, without showing favoritism based on blood ties; each child received a penny.

Yang Fengxia frowned slightly and kept giving Fang Yaozu meaningful glances.

Fang Yaozu seemed completely oblivious, and Yang Fengxia could hardly contain herself.

So when it came to Chuan Chuan and Yue Yue, Fang Yaozu pulled out two one-mao notes and was about to hand them over when Yang Fengxia stopped him.

Yang Fengxia forced a kind smile and said, "Honey, Chuan Chuan and Yue Yue are still young and can't run around. They won't spend money even if we give them some. One bill is enough for them."

Fang Qiao glanced at her and gave a sarcastic smile.

Fang Yaozu's eyelids twitched at the sight, and he reached out to push Yang Fengxia away: "Give both kids one card, don't you think it's disgusting?"

He handed two 10-cent bills to Fang Qiao and said, "It's okay that Chuan Chuan and Yue Yue don't know how to spend money right now. As their mother, Qiao, you should keep these for them and buy them candy later."

"Okay, then I'll thank Grandpa on behalf of Chuan Chuan and Yue Yue." Fang Qiao pretended not to see the distress in Yang Fengxia's eyes and reached out to take the two banknotes.

Not only Yang Fengxia felt sorry for him, but Fang Xue also felt sorry for Fang Yaozu.

Originally, it would have been just right if each family had one child and paid one cent, but unfortunately, her family had more than one child.

A total of six cents were given out, and Fang Qiao's family received four cents.

It's not that she's short of the four cents, she just feels it's unfair, that her family has fewer children and is being taken advantage of.

It would be fairer to distribute the money to each household, one cent per household.