Chapter 291 Filial Piety



From what I gathered, Commander Zhao heard about it and is coming over for dinner tonight.

Old Xing and his wife are blind to have chosen such a person to bully, and in such a disgusting way at that.

Old Xing's situation was already precarious, and he'll definitely be among the next batch of demobilized soldiers. Where he gets placed after demobilization depends heavily on his performance in the military. "Him..." Old He shook his head, "There's nothing to be optimistic about for him."

Old He had just put down his rice bowl when Old Xing arrived, looking dejected. He implied that he wanted Old He to help him make peace with Wei Aiguo.

Criticizing someone's wife is criticizing their husband; who would tolerate that? Besides, what Wei Aiguo said today…

Old Fang thought for a moment, "Old Xing, did you hear what Wei Aiguo said? He said Song Yan went to treat the wounded soldier. What's the wounded soldier's surname?"

Old Xing was already dazed during the day, his mind was foggy, and he thought for a long time, "Is the surname Qiu?"

Old He inquired about the division commander's bodyguard and got a clear account of what happened that day. Now, Old He recounted the whole story to Old Xing…

Old Xing returned home dejectedly. Wang Cuixiang looked at him expectantly; he still didn't want to apologize! Old Xing couldn't help but beat her...

Wei Aiguo's family is having a wonderful time eating!

Song Yan finished cooking a pot of dumplings, and Qiu Hai and the others helped carry them out and tend the fire. On the table were two bowls of different kinds of cold dishes made with wild vegetables, a bowl of simple pickled vegetables made by Song Yan, and a bowl of watermelon cut into small cubes.

Some of the locals grow watermelons, so it's not unusual to have watermelons to eat, but today's watermelons are especially sweet.

Captain Fan picked up a piece of kimchi and exclaimed, "It's so delicious!" He then picked up a dumpling and put it in his mouth, gasping for breath from the heat. "Delicious! Delicious!"

Everyone else started eating as soon as they saw it…

Song Yan prepared a very generous amount; after more than a dozen people had eaten their fill, there was still a pot left over.

Qiu Hai picked up his lunchbox. "Sis, I'll get some more dumplings." He stuffed the lunchbox full of dumplings, and also some kimchi, which he filled without hesitation. "Dad, let Mom try some! I've never tasted this flavor anywhere else."

Xu Liangsheng and the others didn't stand on ceremony when they saw them.

Commander Zhao felt he was being taken advantage of, saying, "My son isn't here, I'll bring my own." At that time, there were no disposable tableware, so bringing your own lunchbox was essential.

Commander Zhao stuffed the remaining dumplings into the lunchbox.

There wasn't any left with Director Qiao, and besides, he had no intention of taking it anyway; he was really embarrassed.

Song Yan gave him the last four salted duck eggs and asked him to try them.

Fang Shengjie pulled his father aside and told him about his maternal grandmother giving him buckwheat noodles. He called his grandmother to ask why she only gave him such a small amount of coarse grains. His grandmother said, "Can't Wei Aiguo afford to eat? They're still relying on your family for subsidies." Fang Shengjie then called his mother, who also showered him with accusations.

Fang Shengjie's eyes welled up with tears, whether from feeling wronged or embarrassed.

"Shengjie, tell Dad, who was to blame in the first place? To be honest, no matter what you say, Dad won't be angry." Old Fang sighed inwardly; his mother-in-law and wife were actually blaming someone else.

"First my sister caused trouble for others, and then it was me." Fang Shengjie's voice was very soft.

Hearing this, Lao Fang felt a little relieved.

“Dad, all their dads are here, and I want you to try this delicious food too. But we can’t take advantage of them…” Fang Shengjie said.

“Son, you’re right to think that way. I understand what’s going on. I’ll pay back what we owe, so don’t be sad.” The old man patted his son’s shoulder.

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