Chapter 692 Fu Ming is angry
Fu Laoda took a fishing rod and glanced at his daughter. What she just said was not like Fu Wan's style.
Normally, he would have taken one long ago.
Something's not right!
After examining it closely, Fu Laoda, a seasoned angler, could immediately tell that the fishing rod was different from what he was used to.
After pulling it out again to test its feel, Boss Fu immediately realized that this thing probably didn't exist in China right now.
"Ah Wan, where did you get this fishing rod?"
"It was a gift from a friend."
Under Boss Fu's sharp gaze, Fu Wan felt a little guilty and even stammered.
Boss Fu knew perfectly well that his only true friend was probably that kid Bai Qianzhou!
Fu Laoda saw through the boy's plans. In the past, his daughter seemed oblivious to things, so he didn't interfere much.
Unexpectedly, over the past year, Fu Wan's attitude towards Bai Qianzhou has gradually changed.
Well, children have their own blessings. They're all adults now. If they've thought things through, he can't stop them.
Boss Fu handed the fishing rod back to Fu Wan, saying, "Go put it away, lest the rats gnaw on it."
"Huh? Oh!"
Fu Wan responded and hurriedly carried the fishing rod into the house. Once inside, she breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Old Master Fu would ask many questions, but to her surprise, the matter was easily dismissed.
She put the fishing rod in an empty box, planning to take it to the new house tomorrow after she finished her work.
Just as they were busy working, Ye Xiaocui's voice came from outside again.
"Ah Wan, Ah Wan?"
"Yes," Fu Wan replied and quickly walked out of the house.
"Mother, what's wrong?"
"Is that new car your brother drives yours?"
Ye Xiaocui asked anxiously. She had just returned from a busy day outside and was surprised to see a large vehicle she had never seen before at the village entrance.
Ye Xiaocui had no idea what a Jeep was; she just thought the car looked nice and imposing, but the driver's skills weren't great, and he was wobbling a bit.
Ye Xiaocui was so captivated by the car's beauty that she momentarily forgot to look away. Coincidentally, Fu Ming hadn't closed the car window yet. The car made a U-turn at the village entrance, and Ye Xiaocui, emerging from the alley, was just able to see clearly who was holding the steering wheel.
She thought she was seeing things, rubbed her eyes and found it was still Fu Ming. Her heart jumped into her throat.
Good heavens, where did this car come from?
It must have been borrowed!
With Fu Ming's terrible driving skills, if he were to crash and get seriously injured, his family would have to sell everything they own to pay for the damages.
Just imagining it was enough to make Ye Xiaocui blush. She immediately walked quickly to the main road, put her hands on her hips, and stopped Fu Ming.
Poor Fu Ming's touch was interrupted by Ye Xiaocui.
Upon hearing this, Fu Wan silently wished her older brother well.
Despite Ye Xiaocui's murderous gaze, Fu Wan still told the truth.
"Mom, the car is mine. It's a reward from the organization, don't tell anyone about it. I just thought there weren't many people on the road right now, so I let my older brother practice on it."
"What's there to practice? Isn't a tricycle enough for everyday use?"
"This car is so nice and expensive, what if it gets damaged? How could we afford to pay for it?"
Ye Xiaocui kept rambling on, not paying any attention to what Fu Wan was saying.
Fu Wan was also helpless, "Mother, calm down first."
First, the vehicle is insured, so it can be repaired if it gets damaged. Second, the older brother is a good driver; a tricycle is different from a jeep, and he'll be steady once he gets used to it.
Don't worry, this car is very durable.
Jeeps were used as battlefield vehicles back in the day, capable of climbing mountains and crossing valleys, so minor bumps were no problem for them.
Moreover, she looked out from the main house and saw that the car and people were fine, but Fu Ming was a little unhappy.
No wonder he was unhappy. He was about to get married, and then Fu Wan was so generous in letting him drive, Ye Xiaocui was nagging him, and Qin Anning was right there. He lost all face.
"Mom, my brother is getting married in a couple of days. He'll definitely be unhappy if you say that. You should apologize to him right away, or he'll ignore you."
"Do you think Anning was also frightened?"
"What? Anning was scared by me?"
Ye Xiaocui's heart tightened, and she hurriedly looked outside. After hearing what Fu Wan said, she belatedly realized that she had just said the wrong thing.
But she's usually quite talkative, so why is her son so unhappy today?
Ye Xiaocui didn't have time to think it through; she figured listening to her daughter was the right thing to do.
"Amin, I misspoke."
Ye Xiaocui felt a little hot, but luckily she was old and her skin wasn't very fair, so it wasn't very noticeable.
Fu Mingben was still sulking when he heard his mother's apology, and he thought he had misheard.
He looked up in disbelief.
"Mom, what did you say?"
"I said I misspoke. I shouldn't have told you you were driving recklessly. I was just worried about you. You said Anning is still in the car. You're tough and won't be hurt, but what if Anning gets hurt..."
Ye Xiaocui started nagging again as usual, and Fu Wan quickly interjected, "Brother, Mom just loves to nag."
"Nothing's wrong, are you still driving?"
Fu Ming shook his head. His anger had dissipated. He knew his mother meant well, but with the person he liked present, how could he save face if she scolded him like that?
However, his mother's later words were not wrong. His wife was still in the car. He had just skidded several times. Although Qin Anning was fine, her face turned pale with fright.
No, he'd better wait until the snow melts before talking to Fu Wan about it, and then he could practice alone in secret.
Thinking of this, Fu Ming cheered up again.
He handed the car keys back to Fu Wan, saying, "Wan, here are the car keys. I've almost finished practicing."
It's almost five o'clock now, I'm going inside to cook!
Upon hearing this, Ye Xiaocui hurriedly refused. She had just angered her son, and now was the perfect time to make amends.
"You guys go ahead with your work, I'll take care of it."
"I'll do it, Mother, you go and collect your dried fish!"
After saying this, Ye Xiaocui remembered that her mullet was still drying on the dock.
"Oh dear, I almost forgot, I need to hurry and ask your dad to help me collect the mullet!"
The minor conflict was resolved just like that. To be honest, Qin Anning was indeed frightened by Ye Xiaocui just now, but after hearing Ye Xiaocui's explanation, she understood the elder's concern.
She wasn't idle either; she hurriedly followed Fu Ming into the kitchen, while Fu Wan stood at the door, loudly calling for Fu Ling and Qin Mingzhu to go home.
Children this age are like wild horses; you have to call them for ages before you see them at mealtimes.
Wisps of smoke rose from the chimneys, and every household began preparing dinner.
Tonight, Fu Dazhi's family is having pickled cabbage stewed with mullet. The mullet has a muddy taste, which is perfectly covered by the strong sourness of the pickled cabbage.
While cooking, Yu Guixiang muttered to herself that Fu Dazhi had just sent Fu Dajun out with one yuan, and she wondered what he had done with it.
People just can't stand being nagged. Thinking this, Fu Dajun pushed open the courtyard gate and walked in.
"Mom, the firecrackers that my third brother asked me to buy are here. If there's nothing else, I... I'll go back now."
Finally, he sniffed; the fish smelled delicious.
Upon hearing this, Yu Guixiang waved her hand impatiently.
"Firecrackers? What does Dazhi need firecrackers for? Forget it, it's pointless to ask you, just get out of here!"
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