Song Sanhe had no idea what Qin Yanzheng did for a living, but he didn't believe that his son-in-law was just a simple deputy director of a machinery factory.
The reason is quite simple.
Under what circumstances could a deputy factory director suffer such a serious injury?
That's what he thought, but Song Sanhe never considered investigating anything further.
For example, getting the answer from Qin Yanzheng.
Of course, Song Sanhe also knew that even if he asked, he probably wouldn't get any answers.
"I will."
Qin Yanzheng nodded slightly.
"Go sit on the kang (heated brick bed). It's cold in the main room. Look how cold these two children are."
Song Sanhe got up and invited Qin Yanzheng and the two children to sit on the kang (a heated brick bed).
"Why don't you and Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu sit on the kang (heated brick bed)? I'll see if there's anything around the house that needs my help with."
Qin Yanzheng stood up as well, but he didn't intend to sit on the kang (heated brick bed); he wanted to help with some chores.
“Brother-in-law, listen to Dad. It’s warm on the kang. You, Xiao Wu, Xiao Liu, and Dad should go and rest on the kang. There’s nothing we need you to help with right now.”
Song Qingbin also stood up, carrying two bowls of prepared malted milk powder, and walked to the two children: "Go sit on the kang (heated brick bed). Brother Song will put the bowls on the kang table for you, and you can drink them soon."
"Thank you, Brother Song!"
The two children thanked him in unison, and then they turned their attention to their older brother, Qin Yanzheng.
"The two kids are waiting for you to speak. Alright, stop dawdling here and sit on the kang. Even if there's work to be done at home, your older brother and younger brother are here, so there's no need for you."
As Song Sanhe spoke, he led the two children into his and Li Jumei's room.
Qin Yanzheng smiled and said, "Alright, I'll go sit on the kang."
The moment he stepped into the courtyard, he could see very clearly that his parents-in-law's house was spotless inside and out, and everything was neatly arranged, so there was nothing he needed to do.
Now that his father-in-law and brother-in-law had both asked him to get on the kang (heated brick bed), it would seem pretentious for him to continue refusing.
Song Qingbin and the two children sat down on the kang (a heated brick bed). He handed them the bowls he was holding. Then, he went back to the main room and brought in the malted milk powder he had prepared for Qin Yanzheng.
Then he asked his elderly father, "Dad, shall I add some hot water to your tea mug?"
Song Sanhe shook his head: "No need, I'm not thirsty right now."
Song Qingbin: "Then I'll go check the kitchen."
Song Sanhe hummed in agreement.
In the kitchen, Song Guoqing was tending the fire, while Song Lan and Li Jumei were washing and chopping the ingredients... they were busy at work.
"Mom, is there anything I can do for you?"
Song Qingbin walked into the kitchen.
"No need, no need. The kitchen is so small. If you add another person, you won't even be able to move your feet. Go talk to your dad and your brother-in-law. Don't get in the way here."
Li Jumei said casually, waving her hand to urge Song Qingbin to leave.
"Mom, are you getting impatient with me?"
Song Qingbin felt wronged.
"Yes, yes, I've been fed up with you for a long time. Get out of here, or I'll have to stop looking at you and hurting my eyes."
Li Jumei chased people away again.
"Sis, something must have happened between Mom and my brother. Otherwise, why would Mom dislike my brother so much?"
Song Guoqing turned to Song Lan and said with a grin, "I don't know, should I ask?"
"Ask away, I'll give you my full support!"
With a grin, Song Guoqing glanced at his elderly mother, then at his elder brother Song Qingbin, and finally winked at Song Lan.
Song Lan was amused by the boy's lively expressions. She cleared her throat and asked Song Qingbin, "Big brother, what did you do to offend Mom?"
"I don't."
Song Qingbin shook his head.
"Really not?"
Song Lan didn't believe it.
Song Guoqing also didn't believe it.
The siblings stared intently at Song Qingbin.
"I'm sure I didn't. If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do."
Song Qingbin didn't seem to be lying. After he finished speaking, he shrugged at Song Lan.
"Mom, my older brother said he didn't do anything to upset you."
Blinking her eyes, Song Lan was filled with curiosity.
Unexpectedly, Li Jumei didn't respond. She continued to urge Song Qingbin on: "What are you doing standing here like a wooden stake? Hurry up and get out of here! Can't you see we're busy here?!"
Song Qingbin: "Looks like I'm really being disliked. Fine, I'm leaving." With a mix of amusement and exasperation, Song Qingbin turned and left the kitchen.
Unexpectedly, the voice of his elderly mother came from behind him.
"My wife hasn't even entered the house yet, and she's already forgotten about me, her mother. If I had known this day would come, I shouldn't have given birth to that brat."
Li Jumei muttered to herself.
Song Lan and Song Guoqing were completely confused.
How could there be such a big misunderstanding?
Song Qingbin stopped in his tracks outside the kitchen, a bitter smile creeping onto his lips.
Innocent!
He's been wronged, okay?!
"Mom, have you misunderstood something about my older brother?"
Song Lan asked with a smile.
Song Qingbin pricked up his ears and eavesdropped outside the kitchen.
"What did I misunderstand about him?!"
Li Jumei snorted and said, "I'm not some lazy country woman. I've been with your father for years, and every single day I get up early and wipe the tables and chairs clean with a rag."
I cleaned the house inside and out again, but that rascal of yours, your older brother, came back at noon with a rag..."
After recounting in detail Song Qingbin's actions upon returning home at noon, Li Jumei asked Song Lan, "Do you think that scoundrel is looking down on his old mother?"
"Absolutely not."
Song Lan spoke with certainty.
"You're just biased towards your older brother."
Li Jumei said, "If he really didn't dislike me, why would he wipe the tables and chairs again and again, and why would he sweep the yard again and again?"
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