When Zhong Chengren saw his mother's attitude, he was really frightened and shrank back.
"Mom! Mom! What are you doing? Just talk it over nicely!"
"Talk nicely?" Zhang Chunxue laughed angrily, "I don't have much to say to someone like you!"
The iron pliers came towards Zhong Chengren with a sound of wind.
"Ah——" Zhong Chengren jumped up after being hit.
"I'm telling you, Zhong Chengren!" Zhang Chunxue scolded him as she beat him. "If you act arrogant and lose your temper in this house, get out!"
"If you have the guts, go play with that vixen outside! Let's see if she can handle your cowardice!"
"If you dare to bully Mingli again, I'll break your legs!"
Zhong Chengren screamed in fear from being beaten by the iron pliers, and ran away in panic, but he didn't dare to run far away.
He knew that his mother was really angry this time.
After a few hits, Zhang Chunxue was tired and threw the pliers to the ground, panting.
Zhong Chengren covered his arm, grimacing in pain, but he didn't even dare to breathe. He lowered his head and stood obediently in the corner, like a defeated rooster.
The air in the kitchen seemed to freeze, leaving only Zhong Chengren's suppressed gasps and Zhang Chunxue's heavy breathing.
Song Xingzhi watched all this calmly without saying a word.
Zhou Mingli quietly pulled the corner of Zhong Xiaoxiao's clothes, signaling her to be quiet.
Zhang Chunxue exhaled heavily, as if to expel all the depression in his chest.
She glared at Zhong Chengren in the corner, her eyes full of warning.
Then, she turned around, forced a somewhat helpless smile on her face, and said to Song Xingzhi, "Secretary Song, I'm sorry to have made a fool of myself. My children are useless, and it's all my fault for not disciplining them well."
As she spoke, she picked up the kitchen knife again and started cutting the tofu on the chopping board with a "dong dong dong" sound, but with much greater force than before.
Song Xingzhi quickly spoke up: "The child has grown up and is indeed a little undisciplined... This is not your fault."
Zhou Mingli hurried forward and whispered, "Mom, let me do it."
Zhang Chunxue did not refuse and handed her the kitchen knife. She then walked to the stove and started adding water to the pot, preparing to cook.
After a while, the kitchen was filled with the aroma of food again.
The grass carp that Zhong Chengfa brought back was cleaned neatly by Zhang Chunxue and marinated with green onions, ginger and cooking wine.
The braised pork head that Zhou Mingli bought was cut into slices and placed on a plate with oily texture.
Cut the newly bought soft tofu into pieces and prepare to make homemade tofu.
The bean sprouts are also trimmed of their heads and tails and washed thoroughly.
Together with the two main dishes that Song Xingzhi had brought earlier, and the fried bacon with dried radish and fried eggs with chili peppers that Zhang Chunxue had prepared earlier, the table was full.
Zhang Chunxue called out, "Don't stand around, Clerk Song, take a seat!"
"Xiaoxiao, go call your two brothers over for dinner!"
Zhong Chengyi and Zhong Chengfa had been frightened by the previous noise and dared not show their heads. When they heard the call, they reluctantly entered the main room.
Zhong Chengren also lowered his head, moved from the corner to the dining table, found a seat at the end and sat down without saying a word.
After the food was served, Zhang Chunxue poured Song Xingzhi a full glass of wine.
"Secretary Song, today is all thanks to you. This glass of wine is in your honor!"
Song Xingzhi smiled and raised his wine glass: "Sister Chunxue, you're too polite. It's what I should do."
The two clinked their glasses and drank.
Zhong Chengren rolled his eyes, probably feeling that he had lost face just now and wanted to make amends.
He suddenly picked up his wine bowl, stood up, and said to Song Xingzhi in a pretentiously heroic tone, "Clerk Song! You found my wife's job. I, Zhong Chengren, will remember this favor! This bowl of wine is in your honor! Please do me the honor of drinking a little!"
Song Xingzhi was holding a bowl of rice and picking up a piece of pork head with chopsticks. He paused slightly when he heard the words.
He raised his eyes to look at Zhong Chengren, his face expressionless, he just said lightly: "I appreciate your kindness, but I can't hold my liquor well, so I won't drink."
The heroic look on Zhong Chengren's face suddenly froze.
He held the wine bowl, his hand stopped in mid-air, his face flushed red.
"Clerk Song, you...what do you mean?"
"I'm offering you a toast out of kindness, and you don't even give me that little bit of respect?"
"Do you look down on me, Zhong Chengren?"
Song Xingzhi frowned slightly.
Before he could open his mouth, Zhang Chunxue's suppressed anger suddenly rose to a peak again!
"Bang!" She slammed the table, causing the dishes and chopsticks to jump up.
"Zhong Chengren! Who the hell do you think you are! Just because you toast me, does that mean I have to drink?! How shameless do you have?!"
Zhang Chunxue pointed at his nose and cursed, "I think you're really trying to challenge my bottom line again and again! If you don't want to eat this meal, get out of here right now! Stop being an eyesore to everyone!"
Zhong Chengren was scolded so badly that his face turned red and then white, and then white and then blue.
He felt his face burning, as if his mother had torn his dignity off in public and thrown it on the ground and stepped on.
But seeing Zhang Chunxue's murderous look, he didn't dare to contradict her again.
He held it in for a long time, then put down his wine bowl in a huff, finding a way out for himself: "I... I just... I just wanted to thank Secretary Song... If you don't want to drink, then don't drink. Mom, why are you so angry..."
After saying that, he lowered his head, picked up the chopsticks, and silently ate the rice in the bowl, not daring to say another word.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was extremely awkward.
Zhang Chunxue took a few deep breaths and tried to calm down.
She turned to look at Song Xingzhi, an apologetic look on her face. "Secretary Song, I'm so sorry to have made a fool of myself. My three good-for-nothing sons are just like this. Dog meat can't even be served at a table."
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