His expression turned cold. He never expected that the gifts he sent back to his parents-in-law would be given away to someone else untouched.
And it was all for her so-called niece.
The last time he went back with Song Yanzhi, he realized that this mother was a mother who doted on her younger brother.
It's understandable that she's nice to her younger brother, but it's really hard to understand why she would use her daughter's things to ask her niece for a job.
The wife seemed unaware of the situation and naively believed that her mother had specially delivered it from afar.
Looking at her happy smile, Pei Yuchen suppressed the coldness in his eyes and said softly, "Okay."
Since the other party has the audacity to do such a thing, what's wrong with them taking the items back?
Pei Yuchen stepped forward and took the items from their hands.
The things that the mother and son struggled to carry, he did with ease, without even bending over.
Song Yanzhi took Xiaobao's hand, and the three of them left without saying a word.
Manager Wang felt utterly humiliated.
He turned and left with a dark face, ignoring everything the two said.
Now, forget about getting a good position; even if he wanted to, he couldn't get in.
Li Baozhu almost fainted from anger.
The items were brought home untouched.
No one can have too many of these good things. Pei Yuchen neatly placed the items in the corner and was then called out again.
Pei Jichuan looked curiously at the things he had brought back, finding them somewhat familiar, and asked Xiaobao, "Did your uncle buy this?"
Xiao Bao snorted, "It was bought for me."
He held his neck stiffly, looking quite smug.
It was obvious that they had heard Song Yanzhi say that he would take it back for Xiaobao to drink.
In the family, only I am called Xiaobao.
So, rounded up, all of these belong to him.
Xiao Bao is a stingy person and wouldn't share food with outsiders, but now he's touching it like it's a treasure.
I'm already looking forward to bringing a bottle to school to drink tomorrow.
When Song Yanzhi didn't have classes, she would take out her old books to read, and Xiao Bao would run into the room and learn to write next to her.
After studying for a while, he can now hold a pencil steadily and write neatly.
I learned to sit upright like Song Yanzhi.
Pei Jichuan sat in the living room, leaning over a stool as he wrote.
Song Yanzhi didn't specifically teach him, but he had the protagonist's halo, so he learned everything very quickly.
Because of this, he was somewhat arrogant and, like Xiao Bao, had no patience for anything, thinking that if he could understand something, he didn't need to learn it.
In his previous life, Song Yanzhi also had a lot of headaches. In order to correct his bad habits, he had to force him to practice calligraphy for an hour every day.
As a result, Pei Jichuan was able to write beautiful characters in later generations. When he participated in calligraphy competitions, he frequently won first place and was even valued by calligraphy masters, who took him as their apprentice.
At this point, with no one to guide them and limited knowledge taught in the preschool class, it's already good enough if they can write, let alone practice calligraphy.
Seeing Xiao Bao being praised so often, Pei Jichuan was also very anxious.
He wrote characters that looked like scribbles, and even he couldn't recognize them.
Now that there's no difficulty, there's no patience left either.
I can't help but glance in Xiao Bao's direction.
When Pei Yuchen returned again, it was already dark.
Song Yanzhi went into the kitchen to cook. In the evening, she cooked red beans and made a sour bean and rice soup. She also stir-fried some fatty and lean cured pork and potato slices. Dinner was ready.
After she finishes cooking, she puts the medicine on top to simmer, and then she can drink the medicine after finishing her meal.
As Song Yanzhi was thinking, Pei Jichuan ran in from behind and said cheerfully to Xiaobao, "Xiaobao, Uncle is back. He bought you some food and toys."
Xiao Bao turned around in surprise to look outside. Food and toys were extremely attractive to him at his age.
Sure enough, Pei Yuchen strode in, carrying a bag of meat buns and steamed buns in one hand and a model airplane in the other.
Children who have never seen a model airplane but have only heard of it naturally have a fondness for such things.
No wonder Pei Jichuan, who is usually so calm, rushed in so excitedly just now.
Hearing the noise, Song Yanzhi turned around and looked.
I paused for a moment when I saw the airplane model.
This airplane model did indeed appear in my previous life.
It was originally given to Xiaobao by Pei Yuchen, but Pei Tiantian and Pei Jichuan both liked it very much.
The two children looked on with envy in their eyes.
At that time, Song Yanzhi treated all the children equally, so he let Xiaobao play with them.
For some reason, the children started arguing, and he threw the model airplane to the ground.
Unfortunately, Pei Yuchen saw it when he returned.
Pei Yuchen gave him a lecture.
From that moment on, Xiao Bao harbored a deep hatred for Pei Yuchen.
She never wanted to be close to this father again.
Pei Yuchen was also a man of few words, and it was even less likely that he would back down.
The father and son's relationship remained strained for more than a decade.
Upon realizing this, Song Yanzhi stopped cooking.
Look back at the child.
Xiao Bao rarely eats food from outside, especially fragrant and mouthwatering foods like steamed buns and mantou.
In the past, he could smell the fragrance even when he was just passing by from afar.
It is common to see adults returning from the market in the residential compound, carrying a small bag.
Seeing Pei Yuchen carrying so much, he was surprised and couldn't help but swallow hard.
Especially when his gaze fell on the airplane model that Pei Yuchen was holding, he couldn't take his eyes off it.
"Xiao Bao, come here for a moment." Pei Yuchen called to his son.
Xiao Bao snapped out of his daze and quickly turned to look at Song Yanzhi, who was cooking. Song Yanzhi looked away and said gently, "Go ahead."
Xiao Bao couldn't hold back any longer and ran out quickly. Pei Yuchen handed him the biggest steamed bun. He paused for a moment, took the hot bun, and ran back to Song Yan, holding it up to her: "Mom, you eat."
Mom will definitely be even happier after eating the big meat bun.
Song Yanzhi shook her head: "Mom doesn't want to eat, you can eat it."
Pei Yuchen appeared behind them at some point and said in a deep voice, "Try it. It's the most famous steamed bun shop in the city. I bought a lot; you can have it for breakfast in the morning."
Song Yanzhi glanced at him, then looked back at his expectant son.
She seemed to understand her son's gaze; he was waiting for her response.
If she refuses, Xiao Bao will absolutely not eat it.
Helplessly, he lowered his head, took a bite, and said, "Delicious."
Xiao Bao then smiled and lowered his head to eat in small bites.
Pei Yuchen stood behind and watched for a long time, patiently waiting for his son to finish eating before speaking in a low voice: "Xiaobao, Daddy has something for you."
Xiao Bao then remembered the airplane model he had just seen.
His expression instantly turned tense.
He looked towards Song Yanzhi.
Song Yanzhi rubbed his head and said, "Go."
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