Chapter 693 This Father is Unreliable
After Yu Guixiang finished speaking, Fu Dajun obediently put the firecrackers in his hand on the table.
The kitchen was filled with the aroma of fish. Even though the mullet had a slightly muddy taste, Yu Guixiang's cooking skills were not bad. Plus, it was lunchtime, so Fu Dajun's stomach immediately growled twice.
However, Yu Guixiang acted as if she hadn't heard, and instead stood at the kitchen doorway, poking her head out and calling into the house:
"Dazhi, Dazhi! Dinner's ready!"
After saying that, she took out a large bowl to put the fish in, but when she turned around, she found that Fu Dajun was still standing in the kitchen, staring at the iron pot where she was stewing fish.
"What are you standing here for? It's mealtime, why aren't you going home to eat?"
Dajun, your mother doesn't have much food left. Your third brother finally gets to eat some meat, and you..."
"Mom, I'll go back to eat."
Before Yu Guixiang could finish speaking, Fu Dajun interrupted her.
He scratched his head, turned around, and left the courtyard.
Just as he stepped out of the hospital gate, he heard Yu Guixiang calling Fu Dazhi to come out for dinner.
In fact, Fu Dajun knew in his heart that whether Fu Dazhi was sick now or before, his mother's heart always favored the third son.
Even though Yu Guixiang had lived with them before, she would secretly give Fu Dazhi money from time to time.
If Fu Dazhi and his wife hadn't been so slow to have children, and if Yu Guixiang hadn't worried that she would interfere with their work, she wouldn't have moved in with her.
So ever since Li Fang went back to her parents' home, Yu Guixiang moved back on her own initiative. She only goes to his house for meals. Now that's fine, she doesn't have to worry about meals anymore.
It was already lunchtime, and they were still kicking him out, so Fu Dajun was still a little unhappy.
When they got home, Fu Dajun's wife, Zhao Meili, was cleaning up the dishes, while two children were squatting on the ground playing with stones.
When they saw Fu Dajun enter the house, his two sons' eyes lit up, and they moved their mouths but didn't say anything.
Fu Dajun lifted the dish cover and saw that there were only two cold cornbread buns left on the table.
Thinking of the fragrant mullet in the hot pot, and then looking at the bland and tasteless cornbread in front of him, Fu Dajun found it hard to swallow.
"Honey, is this what we're having for dinner tonight?"
"What else can I do? Cut off a piece of my flesh and feed it to you?"
Zhao Meili rolled her eyes, put the bowls and chopsticks in the cupboard, turned around and took the child into the main room.
Fu Dajun sighed. Ever since Fu Dazhi got into trouble and Gui Xiang asked him for ten yuan, Zhao Meili had been treating him with this cold attitude.
But what could he do? They were his mother and his own brother. How could he just ignore them?
Fu Dajun took a big bite of the cornbread. It was so cold that the cornbread froze solid as soon as it came out of the pot.
As Fu Dajun chewed the cornbread with difficulty, he savored the aroma of fish and meat he had just smelled. Only after swallowing a mouthful of cornbread did he realize that something was wrong.
We went to the beach to collect mullet today, so there's no reason for us to eat cornbread tonight!
Thinking of this, he hurriedly stood up. Just then, his youngest son ran over from the main house, hugged his leg, and whispered, "Dad, there's fish in the pot."
"This is what we and your mother left for you."
Fu Dajun paused for a moment, then patted his youngest son's head.
He was used to farm work, and his hands were rough, so he felt a little uncomfortable touching the child.
He asked softly, "Did you eat well tonight?"
The youngest son, Fu Xiaodong, patted his belly with a satisfied look on his face.
"We're full. Mom cooked fish for us, and my brother and I ate a big bowl of it!"
Upon hearing this, Fu Dajun lifted the pot lid and saw that there were still two cornbreads and a small bowl of stewed mullet and tofu with soup in the pot.
Just then, another voice came from the doorway.
"Dad, can you please stop going to Uncle's place? Mom gets upset every time you go."
This morning, Grandma came to our house and took a lot of cornmeal. Mom was so angry she cried!
At this point, the eight-year-old eldest son, Fu Xiaojiang, clenched his little fists, his face full of indignation.
If he weren't so young, Yu Guixiang definitely wouldn't have been able to steal all the cornmeal his family used for the New Year.
Fu Dajun was somewhat embarrassed. He didn't know that Yu Guixiang had come to his house to get cornmeal, and even if he had, there was nothing he could do about it.
Seeing that Fu Dajun remained silent, Fu Xiaotao was extremely disappointed and immediately called to his younger brother.
"Xiaodong, let's go!"
This dad is completely unreliable; he's not on their side!
Xiao Dong's eyes were also full of disappointment. She immediately snorted and ran away with her brother.
The once bustling kitchen was now empty except for Fu Dajun. He picked up the leftover dinner from the pot, and because there was still a piece of firewood burning in the stove, the food in the pot was still hot.
This was clearly something his wife had specially saved for him.
Fu Dajun sat down with his dinner in hand. After taking a bite of the hot cornbread, half of the coldness from the steamed bun he had just eaten was instantly dispelled.
He hurriedly devoured half a cornbread in two bites before feeling the nagging hunger disappear.
There was half a fish and two pieces of tofu left in the bowl. Fu Dajun picked up a piece with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth. As he ate his delicious dinner, he felt a warmth in his heart, knowing that his wife still cared about him.
We're all family, why be so petty? Sigh, I'll just do more chores tomorrow to appease my wife!
However, a few meters away in the house, Zhao Meili had a different idea.
Even a rabbit will bite if you anger it. If that old hag comes to our house to take rice and flour again, she will definitely chase her out with a broom and then make a scene at the village chief's place!
She bought all that rice and flour specifically for the children. The two boys weren't even as tall as Fu Wan's little girl. She had secretly asked Ye Xiaocui before and learned that their family had never run out of rice and flour.
Since she couldn't afford refined white rice and flour, she would make more cornmeal and add some refined flour every now and then.
A perfectly good child can't grow up to be a short, stout person, can he?
As for her husband, Zhao Meili pursed her lips and secretly made up her mind that if he really couldn't live without Yu Guixiang, then she would let him live with his mother.
As long as I bring some money home from time to time to support the children, that's fine.
I left him some food tonight because I guessed Yu Guixiang wouldn't ask him to stay for dinner, and also because I sold some mullet for money today.
Women are always soft-hearted, and Zhao Meili thought that Fu Dajun had also been busy all day, so she couldn't bear to let him go hungry.
Give him another chance. If he remains stubborn, well...
After dinner, everyone quickly turned off their lights and went to sleep.
Perhaps because she hadn't eaten anything oily or fatty in a long time, Wang Zhaodi had only been lying down for a short while when she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She hurriedly grabbed some toilet paper and ran to the outhouse.
As fate would have it, Wang Zhaodi's house was just across an alley from Fu Dazhi's house. Wang Zhaodi's commotion startled Fu Dazhi's dog, which barked and was then scolded back by Wang Zhaodi.
This scene was witnessed by Fu Dazhi, who was still awake. Recalling the dispute that occurred at the beach early that morning, Fu Dazhi rolled his eyes, glanced at the table, picked up his things, and went out.
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