Grandpa thoughtfully carried a bucket and said that if he took the fish back, it would still be alive and he could kill it in the evening so the fish meat would be more tender.

Xu Fuqiang nodded silently.

Before leaving, the old man took out a few red banknotes from his pocket and said seriously: "Fuqiang, give this money to Yanmei. She has worked hard cooking."

"Dad, no need." Xu Fuqiang pushed it away and refused to take it.

The two of them pushed the money back and forth, but both were stubborn. One was determined to give it, while the other refused to accept it.

After arguing for a long time, the two people were sweating under the eaves, but there was no result.

Xu Qingzhi stretched out his hand and took the money.

She naturally put the money in her pocket and said, "Grandpa, I'll take this money. I'll go to the county town in a few days to bring you some new clothes."

Xu Fuqiang frowned and said, "Qingzhi, you have no respect for your parents. Return the money. What do you need your grandfather's money for?"

The old man's face was grim, he was not very happy: "What do you think Qingzhi is doing? My granddaughter wants to buy me new clothes, I am so happy, how can you, as a son, not be happy?"

Xu Fuqiang, who was suppressed by his bloodline, was deflated and kept silent.

The old man hasn't bought new clothes for several years. As he's getting older and hasn't grown much, he can wear most of the clothes from previous years.

When the old woman was still alive, if she saw any clothes that fit him at the market, she would buy him two sets.

After the old woman passed away, no one bought him clothes, so he just made do with wearing his old clothes.

Even in the middle of summer, he was still wearing that thin navy blue Zhongshan-style long-sleeved cloth shirt. Because he had suffered from severe rheumatism and hand bone pain in the past few years, he could not wear short sleeves.

But this year's weather is particularly hot.

The old man said, "Qingzhi, buy grandpa a short-sleeved shirt worth a few dozen yuan, just don't use a fancy color, and use the remaining money to buy some fruits your mother likes."

"Okay, I promise to pick one that you like." Xu Qingzhi nodded and said, "Grandpa, let's go first."

"It's a sunny day and you didn't come here on a tricycle, so don't get sunburned. Grandpa will find you a straw hat to wear. Wait for you." The old man went into the house anxiously to find a straw hat.

Xu Fuqiang knew that there was nothing for him to do, so he took the fish and left first.

When grandpa came out of the house with two straw hats, he didn't see his youngest son, so he put the hat in his left hand on Xu Qingzhi's head.

Xu Qingzhi smelled the familiar straw scent in the hat, and covered his mouth with his right hand, whispering, "Grandpa, don't be mean to my dad all the time. He's already grown up, and he'll lose face if you're mean to him in front of me."

The old man was stunned for a moment, and it seemed that he was reminded by his granddaughter before he realized his son's grievance.

But he was the father after all, and he understood this in his heart, but he still said stubbornly: "Hey, who cares? He is such a grown-up, not a child anymore. Does he need to be coaxed?"

Although he said so, Xu Qing knew that grandpa had listened to him.

In fact, when she was a child, she was naughty and her grandfather always protected her and damaged her father's face.

For example: "When you were a kid, you were even more naughty than Qingzhi. You followed that kid from Sanli Village to steal other people's watermelons from the fields. I beat you up. How come you don't remember it? Look at our poor Qingzhi. She was scared to tears by you."

"What's wrong with Qingzhi being picky about food? If the baby doesn't like this dish, then don't eat it. You were even pickier than Qingzhi when you were a kid!"

One time she accidentally fell and tripped the old lady as well.

Her father picked her up immediately, spanked her, and yelled at her for walking so carelessly and causing the old lady to fall.

The old lady endured the pain and held her in her arms, "Hey, what are you doing, you fierce doll? When you were a child..."

Balabala, and so on.

No matter what she did, her grandma and grandpa would always scold her dad.

Then her father's face was full of helplessness.

Now that she has grown up, grandpa still treats her as a child.

It was her idea to send the meal, but grandpa didn't want to blame her, so he blamed her dad.

However, now that she mentioned it to Grandpa, he must have known it.

Her grandpa is very smart.

"Grandpa, I'm leaving." Xu Qingzhi waved his hand, wearing the straw hat he usually wore when working in the fields.

The old man also waved.

After the people walked away, the old man closed his eyes slightly and called Fuqiang.

"That's right, Fuqiang. I caught a lot of fish these days. I don't want fish in your pond. You can come and take them all away when you have time. You can save some money."

"Got it, Dad. When it's not so hot in a few days, I'll come over and catch some fish."

"Okay, I don't have anything else to do, so I'll hang up now."

After saying that, the old man hung up the phone.

He thought to himself, if he sent some fish to Fuqiang, his son would be angry with him, right? - In a blink of an eye, it was less than a week away from the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The mooncakes delivered by Xu Qingzhi have arrived in everyone's hands one after another. After a few days of frying, the dough and fillings of the mooncakes have become softer and taste excellent.

Wen Shanshan gave four boxes to her parents, two boxes to her brother, and under pressure from Huo Ying to keep pestering her, she gave her two boxes and kept two boxes for herself.

Huo Ying opened a box on the spot and planned to eat one.

Before eating.

She said with a sad tone: "Why didn't Qingzhi send it to me? I am so heartbroken!"

After eating.

"This mooncake with rose filling is so delicious. It makes my mouth smell fragrant. Wen Shanshan, smell it. Ha~ Does my mouth smell like roses?"

This mooncake is so delicious, the rose filling is sweet but not greasy. Huo Ying was feeling a little sad, but the delicious food instantly healed her mood.

Wen Shanshan pushed away Huo Ying's face, which was clearly that of a sophisticated queen but now looked extremely silly, and said, "Get out of the way!"

Huo Ying chuckled, threw a mooncake to Brother Jin to eat, then opened WeChat and shamelessly sent a voice message to Qingzhi.

"Qingzhi, can I buy a few boxes of the mooncakes you made? They are so delicious! I don't care how much it costs."

However, as expected, there was no immediate response.

Qingzhi and Yan Ge are both slow in replying to messages.

Huo Ying was not in a hurry. She took two boxes of mooncakes from Wen Shanshan, which was enough for her to eat for a few days.

Kyoto, on the other side.

Sun Xue was sitting on the sofa holding her almost one-month-old baby. She heard someone knocking on the door and called out, "Mom, did you buy anything? There's someone knocking on the door."

"I didn't buy anything. Oh, right! It should be mooncakes. Yanmei called a few days ago and said she made some mooncakes and sent them to us." The third aunt came out of the kitchen and opened the door. Sure enough, it was a package delivered by the courier.

(End of this chapter)