Of course, Song Darong had his own little thoughts, but he wouldn't pry into them.
He was afraid that asking too many questions would annoy his daughter.
At the neighboring Political Commissar Fu's house, Sister Liu placed the walnuts and chestnuts that Fang Jie had given her on the table.
Fu Yichen entered the house and saw that his mother had not prepared a meal. He was extremely hungry, so he grabbed some walnuts and started eating.
Wow! This is delicious!
He couldn't resist peeling and eating the walnuts and chestnuts.
When Sister Liu brought out the dishes, Fu Yichen put the last chestnut into his mouth.
"You brat, you ate them all, didn't leave a single one for your dad?"
Fu Yichen: "I ate them all by accident, Mom. Where did you get these walnuts and chestnuts? They're so delicious."
Political Commissar Fu entered the room, hung his military cap on a nail on the wall, and asked, "What walnuts and chestnuts?"
Sister Liu: "I went to visit Commander Song next door today, and his wife gave me these. She said they were brought from her hometown and picked from the mountains. I ate a few, and they were really delicious. I was thinking of saving some for you two, but that brat Yichen ate them all himself."
Political Commissar Fu waved his hand, "Eat it if you want, I don't eat those things."
"You didn't get to try it, it's really delicious."
"How good can it be? Is the food ready? Let's eat."
"Okay, wash your hands and eat."
Sister Liu went into the kitchen to serve dishes and rice.
Political Commissar Fu glanced at his youngest son, who was leaning back in his chair, and kicked him.
"You think you're the boss? Go serve the dishes, don't wait for your mother to wait on you."
Fu Yichen rolled his eyes.
"You always talk about me, but you're no different. You go home and wait to be fed like a king."
Political Commissar Fu was speechless with anger and glared at his opponent.
Sister Liu didn't expect the father and son to help, and quickly served the dishes.
"Have a meal!"
The father and son sat down and started eating.
Fu Yichen took a bite of the food and looked pained.
"Mom, it's too salty."
Political Commissar Fu kicked him.
"If it's too salty, eat less vegetables and more rice. Why are you making so much noise when you're just eating what's served to you!"
After saying that, he silently began to eat.
Two-thirds of the two dishes that Sister Liu made ended up in Political Commissar Fu's stomach.
In this respect, Sister Liu is quite satisfied with her husband.
Although he can't cook and is quite chauvinistic, he eats whatever she makes without complaint and is very easy to please.
If the youngest son dares to utter a single dissenting word, he will be immediately punished.
Fu Yichen was full from eating walnuts and chestnuts, and since the other dishes didn't suit his taste, he only ate a couple of bites and then stopped.
Sister Liu poured the leftover rice from his bowl into her own.
We cannot waste it.
Political Commissar Fu glared at his youngest son before sighing, "Daughters are better; they're obedient and don't upset adults."
Sister Liu regrets that she didn't give her husband a daughter. They both wanted a daughter, but unfortunately, they had two sons.
After giving birth to her second child, she was too old and her body was damaged, so she could not conceive and would never be able to fulfill her dream of having a daughter.
She takes a liking to other girls the moment she sees them.
"The little girl of Commander Song next door is so pretty, fair-skinned and clean, and very lovable. In the morning, she calls me 'Auntie' in her clear voice, and I just want to hug her and give her a kiss."
Fu Yichen rolled his eyes again, ruthlessly shattering his parents' dream of having a daughter.
"You two will never have a daughter in this lifetime. No, wait, my dad might. He'll find a young and beautiful woman, and maybe she can give you a daughter."
"You brat!!! You're asking for it!!!"
Political Commissar Fu grabbed a broom and chased after Fu Yichen, beating him.
Sister Liu was used to the constant chaos at home, so she calmly collected the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash them.
Fu Yichen ran out of the yard and almost bumped into Song Fanxing. Fortunately, Song Fanxing reacted quickly and stood to the side.
Fu Yichen stared blankly at the graceful, fair-skinned, and charming young girl.
So beautiful...
He stopped unconsciously.
Political Commissar Fu slapped him on the back with a broom.
"You brat, I'll teach you to talk nonsense! I'll show you what I'm talking about!"
Commissar Fu was furious and used all his strength.
Fu Yichen just stared at Song Fanxing without feeling any pain.
Song Darong and Fang Jie ran out when they heard the commotion, and Song Yaohua followed them out.
Song Darong pulled his daughter to his side, fearing that the war would affect her.
“Political Commissar Fu, a broom won’t do. I have a hoe in my yard. I guarantee that one shovel will make Yichen obey immediately.”
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Fang Jie pinched Song Darong's arm speechlessly.
This man is just adding fuel to the fire.
Political Commissar Fu glared at Song Darong.
Although he was angry at his youngest son's naughtiness, he wouldn't go so far as to hit him with a hoe. If he hit him with the hoe, would his son even survive?
Song Darong keeps coming up with terrible ideas.
Political Commissar Fu stopped what he was doing and then noticed Song Darong's youngest daughter.
It's really beautiful!
He immediately changed his expression and shoved the broom into Fu Yichen's hands.
He turned his head and smiled as he approached Song Fanxing, taking out a White Rabbit milk candy from his pocket and handing it to her.
"Little girl, do you want some candy?"
Fu Yichen snatched the candy from his father's hand, pushed Political Commissar Fu to the back, and squeezed in.
"Little sister, have some candy."
Commissar Fu was furious that someone would use his things to curry favor with the young girl.
This son really deserves a beating!
Song Fanxing shook her head and did not accept the White Rabbit candy.
"I don't eat candy."
Fu Yichen seemed a little at a loss; what child doesn't like sweets?
My sister must be embarrassed.
Fu Yichen grabbed Song Fanxing's hand and forced the White Rabbit candy into her hand.
Song Darong felt that his precious daughter had been targeted by wolves, so he picked up Song Fanxing and ran away. Fang Jie nodded to Political Commissar Fu and also turned and entered the courtyard.
Song Yaohua walked last, slammed the courtyard gate shut, and locked it.
His sister is his; he can't let anyone else take her away.
Political Commissar Fu stared at him expectantly.
What an adorable little girl, why isn't she his daughter?
Fu Yichen left reluctantly.
After Song Darong entered the room, he earnestly said to Song Fanxing, "Xingxing, you should stay away from that kid Fu Yichen in the future. He's no good."
Song Fanxing nodded with amusement.
"I see."
Even without Song Darong saying anything, she would keep her distance from Fu Yichen.
Perhaps due to preconceived notions, in historical fiction, Fu Yichen and Ye Fangxuan are a couple, and all of them are portrayed as cannon fodder.
She instinctively disliked Fu Yichen.
She glanced at the White Rabbit milk candy in her hand and handed it to Song Yaohua.
"Second brother, I don't like it."
Song Yaohua remembered that the candy was given to him by Fu Yichen, so he took it, tore open the wrapper, and ate it in one bite.
He disliked the way the boy looked at his sister. He decided that the boy shouldn't let his sister eat what he gave her; he should eat it himself.
The next day, right after breakfast, a group of soldiers rushed into the yard, each carrying tools such as hoes and shovels.
Fang Jie was stunned, and Song Fanxing didn't know what had happened either.
A moment later, the sound of a tractor was heard, followed by Song Darong's voice.
"Just unload the bricks at the doorway."
With a clatter, a truckload of red bricks was unloaded at the door, and the tractor sputtered away.
Fang Jie had already realized what Song Darong was going to do, and she didn't expect him to be so quick.
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