Fang Zhiyi firmly rejected the kindness of others.
"There's nothing I can do. The two of them live a tight life, and the three children don't have enough to eat or wear. It's all my fault that my old bones are useless..." He muttered as he walked away carrying the flour.
Fang Jianguo felt as if several eyes were piercing him.
"He! He did it on purpose!" Chen Meihua shouted after hearing this.
Fang Jianguo quickly covered her mouth.
"Keep your voice down, what should we do now?" Uncle Xiao was also affected. Someone was accusing him of not asking his own son to come back to help, but calling other people's sons every day. Uncle Xiao lost his temper towards Fang Jianguo and just waved his hand to tell him not to come to help in the future.
"Jianguo, why don't you let him go back to the countryside? At worst, we can give him eighty yuan a month." Chen Meihua thought eighty yuan was a lot. "The most important thing is, now that he's here, our children have started to imitate him and are no longer obedient."
Fang Jianguo had a gloomy face, but finally nodded. He stood up and walked towards the kitchen. At this time, Fang Zhiyi was making lunch for the children in the kitchen. He really didn't dare to leave this matter to the couple.
"Dad." Fang Jianguo called out.
Fang Zhiyi didn't look back: "If you have to fart, just fart!"
"I think..."
There was a knock on the door, Fang Jianguo shut up, and Chen Meihua hurried to open the door. As soon as the door was opened, several old men and women rushed in.
They all looked familiar at first glance, but I didn't have much contact with them. They were all taken care of by their children, went dancing and taking walks every day, had pensions, and didn't need any help. Two of them had donated money at the call of the couple.
Chen Meihua smiled apologetically: "Hello, uncles and aunts."
"Okay." An old man looked around, "Old Fang! We're here!"
Fang Zhiyi walked out of the kitchen with a spatula in hand: "Come in? Sit down! I'm cooking!"
"Okay, I can finally taste your cooking skills today."
Fang Jianguo was a little dumbfounded: "Dad...what are you doing?"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him and said, "What? You're not allowed to make friends? Let me introduce you to someone."
"That's Old Zhang, the president of the Senior Citizens Association."
"That's your Aunt Jin. Most of the gossip in our neighborhood comes from her mouth."
"That's your Aunt Zhou. She has a loud voice and is great at singing and cursing."
"And there's Lao Sun, my best friend. He retired from the TV station. I heard his apprentice still works there."
"That's your Aunt Hong. There's nothing in this neighborhood or even around here that she doesn't know about. She knows everything."
"By the way, what do you want to tell me?" Fang Zhiyi asked with a smile.
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