Old Joe got a leg of lamb yesterday and fried a dish of meat today.
It was originally a very rich meal, but when Qiao Zhijie smelled the fragrance coming from over there and listened to the laughter coming from over there, he just felt that the mutton in his mouth was very sour.
"Son, eat. There's so much meat here. Why do you seem to have no appetite?"
Mother Qiao put two slices of mutton in her son's bowl and asked in surprise.
"No!"
Qiao Zhijie smiled awkwardly.
Old Joe raised his eyes and glanced at his son, sneering, "I think he has had too many good days. If he doesn't want to eat, then don't eat."
As he said this, he moved the plate of fried meat away from his son.
"Dad, compared to that over there, this is not a good day!"
Qiao Zhijie pouted at the opposite side and said in an indignant tone.
"Haha, I was wondering what's going on. It turns out you're jealous of other people's families. Why don't you learn from Awang? If you had half of his abilities, you wouldn't be saying such sour words here."
"Dad, aren't you the same?"
Qiao Zhijie grumbled in dissatisfaction.
"Bang!!"
Old Qiao slammed his chopsticks on the table and said sullenly, "What did you say?"
"nothing."
Qiao Zhijie shrank his neck timidly.
Mother Qiao looked between the father and son, seeming to want to say something but stopping herself.
"You think I didn't hear you, right? Yes, I am incompetent. Then you should stop eating my food and live with me."
Old Joe reached out and grabbed his bowl, then poured the remaining rice into his own bowl.
This year I took on the job of helping Chen Wang's family with farming. Their family conditions have improved a lot, and they can eat white rice at least two or three times a week.
This is what he got for his hard work, but his son not only cannot see it, but thinks that he is incompetent. Who can tolerate this?
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