Chapter 18: The Touching Story of a Spendthrift Son



"Xiao Qian, how are you going to get these potatoes to the county town tomorrow?"

At this moment, Wang Yuanguang pointed to the pile of potatoes on the ground and said, "We just harvested more than 2,800 catties of potatoes, but the tractor you rented can only carry a little over 1,000 catties at most per trip, right?"

"It can only pull a little over 1,000 jin!"

Wang Qian nodded, then added, "But I have a way!"

"What method?"

Wang Yuanxue looked at it for a moment and said, "Are you planning to make two trips?"

"Need not!"

Wang Qian didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "I'm going to ask Liu Erzhuang from the next village to help me pull it."

"Yes, how come I didn't think of that?"

Wang Yuanguang slapped his thigh and said excitedly, "Liu Erzhuang also has a tractor, and he's an honest and easy-going guy. He'll definitely help you if you ask."

"Xiaoqian, Xiaoyu, Xiaoqian's dad, dinner's ready!"

Lu Aihua's voice came from the kitchen.

"Alright, coming!"

Wang Qian responded and immediately helped Lin Xiaoyu up, then said to Wang Yuanguang, "Dad, let's eat first!"

"good!"

Wang Yuanguang nodded and they went into the kitchen together.

Lu Aihua had indeed cooked the rice. On the table, there was not only a bowl of pickled cabbage, but also a bowl of stir-fried green peppers and pork slices.

The aroma of the meat alone is enough to whet your appetite.

only,

The meat in that bowl of stir-fried green peppers and pork slices was pitifully small, only about ten slices.

"Mom, didn't I buy five catties of pork? Why are you cooking so little?" Wang Qian asked subconsciously.

Lu Aihua looked slightly embarrassed. "Xiaoqian, pork is so expensive, we have to eat it sparingly. This much should be enough for you and Xiaoyu."

"And what about you and Dad?"

Wang Qian asked instinctively.

But in fact, he had already guessed before Lu Aihua even answered.

really,

"Your dad and I are used to eating pickled cabbage rice porridge and roasted potatoes, so we'll just make do with this."

Lu Aihua gave an awkward smile, "You can't handle hardship, and Xiaoyu is pregnant, so you two should eat it!"

As she spoke, she quickly winked at Wang Yuanguang.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes!"

Wang Yuanguang realized what was happening and quickly chimed in, "We're old, so it doesn't matter what we eat. But Xiao Qian, you're running a big business now, so you need to eat better!"

Then he looked at Lin Xiaoyu, "And Xiaoyu, she's eating alone now, but she has to eat well too."

Upon hearing this, Wang Qian was furious.

But more than anything, I was moved.

He had finally earned some money and bought five pounds of pork, intending to have a nice meal with his family.

Unexpectedly, his mother only cooked for him and Lin Xiaoyu, while she herself only ate pickled cabbage rice porridge and roasted potatoes.

"Dad, Mom, please don't do this..."

Lin Xiaoyu was also startled and said in a trembling voice, "We are a family, of course we eat together. If you don't eat, how can Wang Qian and I eat?"

"But……"

Lu Aihua was about to say something when Wang Qian interrupted her, "Mom, what about the rest of the pork?"

Why are you asking this?

As she asked the question, she pointed to the beam above her head and said, "I hung it up because I was afraid mice would eat it at night."

Wang Qian didn't answer. Instead, he used a stool to prop himself up and removed the skewer of pork, which was almost completely intact.

"Xiao Qian, what are you doing?"

Lu Aihua was getting anxious, "This pork costs two yuan and thirty cents a pound, we have to..."

"mom!"

Wang Qian suddenly shouted, "No matter how expensive the pork is, it's not as important as your and Dad's health!"

"If Xiaoyu and I eat meat, but you're forced to eat rice soaked in sour soup, are we even human?"

This time, before Lu Aihua could stop him, he forcibly put the pork on the cutting board and started cutting it himself.

Lu Aihua and Wang Yuanguang looked at each other, their eyes filled with tears.

So heartwarming!

Their son has finally grown up, matured, and learned to respect his parents!

Lin Xiaoyu choked up as she said, "Dad, Mom, from now on, no matter what happens, we'll eat together. If you keep doing this, Wang Qian and I will really be caught in the middle."

"Xiaoyu, Mom understands. From now on, we'll eat together as a family!"

Lu Aihua wiped away her tears and nodded repeatedly, her voice trembling with sobs.

Although Wang Yuanguang didn't speak, his wrinkled old face was filled with satisfaction.

It was as if all the hardships they had endured over the years in supporting Wang Qian through university had been worth it at this moment.

Not long after, Wang Qian cooked another dish: stir-fried green peppers with sliced ​​pork.

However, this time he used two pounds of pork to stir-fry, which was too much for a small bowl and had to be served in a large bowl.

Now, the family of four can eat to their heart's content without worrying about not having enough to eat.

The family was very touched and happy during the meal.

After all, their family hadn't eaten meat for at least a month, so eating their fill all at once felt incredibly blissful.

"Dad, Mom, I have something for you!"

After putting down his chopsticks, Wang Qian remembered that there were still some things left in the tractor's toolbox.

"What is that?"

Lu Aihua and Wang Yuanguang looked over in surprise.

"Wait a minute!"

Wang Qian didn't explain. He immediately got up, walked to the tractor parked outside the door, and took out several boxes from the toolbox.

"Did you buy anything else?"

Lu Aihua felt a pang of regret again. "Xiao Qian, even if you make money this time, you still need to be careful with your spending."

Wang Yuanguang also said, "It's fine if you buy a scarf for Xiaoyu, we don't need anything."

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