Chapter 398: Father and Son Depend on Each Other

"Knock knock—" There were two knocks on the door.

There was no sound at all inside, so Jiang Fubao walked straight in.

"Jiang Kang? Are you there?" She looked around the yard but didn't see Jiang Kang.

Just as I was about to go look in the house, I saw Jiang Kang coming out of the kitchen with a gloomy face.

His body and face were covered with charcoal ash.

It looks very funny.

"Beautiful, beautiful!" Seeing Jiang Fubao coming to his house, Jiang Kang's already curved mouth corners turned up even more.

His eyes sparkled like gems against his dark face.

The long eyelashes fluttered.

It is said that sons take after their mothers and daughters take after their fathers.

The only thing Sun Xiaotao left for Jiang Kang was probably her good looks.

"Hey, why did you turn into a cat? What are you doing in the kitchen?" Jiang Fubao came to the kitchen curiously and looked around carefully.

"Wow." Then she exclaimed.

Jiang Kang's kitchen was in a mess, with firewood piled randomly on the ground.

There was smoke coming out of the stove.

It's particularly spicy inside.

The chimney seems to be blocked.

Jiang Kang just said that his father was not at home, so he ordered this stove himself? Jiang Fubao hurried over, opened the pot and took a look, and was immediately dumbfounded.

Inside the pot, there is cabbage boiled in water.

The cabbage was not washed thoroughly and there was mud on it.

It's hard to swallow just looking at it.

"Is this your New Year's Eve dinner?" Jiang Fubao lowered his head and looked at Jiang Kang.

"Well, food, food, good, eat." Jiang Kang smacked his lips, without a trace of disgust on his face, as if what was cooked in the pot was some kind of delicacy.

After saying this, his stomach growled several times with hunger.

In the quiet kitchen, it seemed a bit noisy.

"Where is your father?" Today is New Year's Eve.

Not only is he not at home, but he also leaves Jiang Kang alone at home. Are you really not afraid that something might happen to the child?

Are all fathers so generous?

Jiang Fubao was speechless.

What a poor child! He is only three years old and has to cook for himself.

In modern times, children of this age are still little babies in their parents' arms.

It's true that children from poor families grow up early.

Jiang Fubao couldn't bear to see this kind of scene.

"Go, work, live, and stay healthy." Jiang Kang would answer every question, unless his words were tedious.

Jiang Fubao didn't think he was a silly kid at all.

"Don't eat this dish. It's not clean. Be careful of getting diarrhea. Here, I brought you some food." Jiang Fubao then remembered why she came to see Jiang Kang.

After saying that, she put the bowl and chopsticks in Jiang Kang's hands.

Motioned to him to sit down and eat quickly, otherwise the food would get cold.

When Jiang Kang saw the meat in the bowl, his saliva fell into the bowl and soaked the dishes.

"Thank you, beautiful, beautiful."

After saying these difficult words, Jiang Kang sat down on a low stool and ate heartily.

Because I ate too fast, I choked several times.

He took an empty bowl, climbed onto a stool, scooped a bowl of water from the jar, and drank several gulps.

The water is so cold that it freezes your hands to the touch.

But Jiang Kang didn't even frown when he drank.

I guess I've drunk it so many times that I've gotten used to it.

"Cough, cough, cough." The smell in the kitchen became increasingly louder. Jiang Fubao coughed several times and she quickly took out the firewood from the stove.

The fire was put out.

Otherwise this little guy will burn the house down.

That would be adding insult to injury.

Only after he finished eating did Jiang Fubao go home with his empty bowl and chopsticks.

After eating his fill, Jiang Kang slept on the straw in the kitchen, feeling the remaining warmth from the stove, waiting for his father to come back.

The snow outside is falling heavier.

The children playing in the village were taken home by their adults.

Jiang Fubao also nestled beside grandma, warming himself by the fire and listening to grandpa telling stories about hunting in the past.

Outside the village, a man with pale skin was walking home with heavy steps.

"Kang'er, Kang'er~"

"Look what good things your father has brought you." Jiang Zhuzi walked into the yard, brushed off the snow on his body, and then took out an oil-paper bag from his arms.

His eyes searched everywhere for his son.

"Dad, Dad." Jiang Kang was awakened. He got up from the straw pile and ran to the yard.

"Look, daddy bought you some meat buns, but they're cold. I'll heat them up for you later. Kang'er, let's eat meat buns today, okay?" Jiang Zhuzi raised the oil paper bag in his hand and smiled indulgently.

"Stomach, stomach, full, full, delicious, give, rice, eat, meat, bun, for, daddy."

Jiang Kang shook his head.

Pointing to her bulging belly, she said to her father.

"Are you full? Who is Meimei? What did I give you to eat?" Jiang Zhuzi looked confused.

"That's right, Meimei, give Kang some meat." Jiang Kang opened his mouth and pointed to his throat.

He couldn't describe it, and his face was filled with anxiety.

"Okay, go to the kitchen. Daddy will cook some cabbage soup for you. Look, your hands are cold. Your body will be warm after drinking it." Jiang Zhuzi knew that his son was a little stupid, so he didn't ask any more questions.

He held his son's hand and went to the kitchen together.

The cabbage in the pot was still lying there.

It was stained with mud, which made it particularly eye-catching.

Jiang Zhuzi felt a little sad, as the father and son depended on each other for survival.

If I don't go to town to do odd jobs, I won't be able to support my son.

The family had no land, so they could only rent land for farming. When Sun Xiaotao ran away, she took all the money with her. His son fell ill again a few years ago. If his biological mother and stepfather had not given him three hundred dollars, he would have had no money to treat his son.

The poor family jingles.

So much so that I couldn’t even be with my son on New Year’s Eve.

I got paid a lot more today than usual.

Excluding the money he spent on the meat buns, he still had twenty-seven cents in his pocket.

I feel a little safer.

Jiang Zhuzi forced a smile and said to his son, "Kang'er, Daddy won't go to work tomorrow, okay? Take Kang'er to see grandma and grandpa."

Thanks to the life-saving money, my son was able to come back alive.

So Jiang Zhuzi has changed his way of addressing his stepfather and starts calling him dad.

The relationship with my mother has also improved.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, he decided to take his son to pay New Year's greetings.

"Okay!" Jiang Kang likes grandma and grandpa, so his smile is much more sincere.

Seeing his son talking much more than usual, Jiang Zhuzi felt that there was finally hope for the future.

He took the cabbage out of the pot, washed it again, and changed the muddy water.

The frozen body slowly warmed up after lighting the stove.

The father and son drank some hot cabbage soup.

Just went back to bed and lay down.

As for the meat buns, they were placed on the table in the yard. It was cold outside, and the meat buns were frozen hard in a short time, so they would not go bad even if they were left until the next day.

It was getting darker.

After staying up until midnight and setting off firecrackers, Jiang Fubao changed into pajamas and slept in the warm quilt.

Under the pillow are the New Year's money given by my grandpa, parents, uncles, and aunts.

Many pieces of red paper wrapped together are so thick.

Jiang Fubao felt uncomfortable.

Move the red paper package to the left and she sleeps on the right side of the pillow, which makes her more comfortable.