Wu Zhiqiu's family of four took Grandpa Wu to the department store for a stroll and bought him some good wine and cigarettes, which was what Grandpa Wu liked.
The eldest son bought a pair of cotton-leather shoes, a leather hat, leather gloves, and a scarf for grandpa, and the third son bought two sets of clothes from the shop for the old man, from inside to outside.
Grandpa Wu said no, but he couldn't close his mouth with a smile. He touched this and that, thinking that his grandson was filial and he was happy.
At noon, Wu Zhiqiu took the old man to eat hotpot. The old man had never eaten it before. It was New Year's Day and there were many people in the restaurant. They waited in line for an hour before they could eat.
The old man sat in the restaurant with a rosy face, looking at the bubbling pot, and said with emotion, "My daughter is so lucky to have borrowed this pot today, so I can try it. None of my old friends have eaten it. I will brag about it when I go back."
Wu Zhiqiu felt a little sad. If she had a chance to live again, she would only think about how to fight with her own children and never thought about being filial to her old father. She was no different from herself in her previous life. She felt that if her own children were not filial, then how could she be filial?
"Dad, I'm retired now. I have time now. I'll take you out to eat more often in the future."
"No, no, that's such a waste. This is enough, I'm satisfied." Mr. Wu came from hard times and was very frugal, but he couldn't bear to let his children give him money like this all the time.
"Grandpa, my mom is rich now, you don't have to save money for her. She and my dad have a pension of more than one hundred yuan a month. And don't underestimate the shop, it makes a lot of money. She treats you every day when you come out to eat." The third child picked up a big piece of mutton for grandpa with his chopsticks.
Mr. Wu dipped the sesame paste in the mutton, and took a chopstick of mutton. The meat was very fragrant and tender. With the hot white wine, he took a bite of mutton and a sip of white wine. It was so satisfying.
"I'm saving the money for you. When your children grow up, you'll have plenty of places to spend the money. No matter how much money you have, you can't spend it recklessly."
"Grandpa, we have our own hands and feet, but we still can't support our wives and children. My brother's greenhouse makes a lot of money, and my clothing business..."
Li Mancang stuffed two cloves of pickled garlic into the third brother's mouth. What the hell, the restaurant is full of people, why are you bragging? You're not afraid of being robbed.
The third child... chewed the pickled garlic, looked around, and muttered softly in grandpa's ear, "Haha, make money!"
"You all have made it big now. I used to be afraid that you would all depend on your parents, making them live like donkeys for the rest of their lives!" Old Master Wu sighed. In the past, he thought that the eldest lady and her children did not care about them and did not understand them very well. But now, he realized that he was short-sighted and they are all good people.
The third brother laughed and said, "I feel so sorry for my mother. From now on, she won't have to do anything but enjoy herself."
Wu Zhiqiu...she didn't enjoy the good fortune you guys have in her previous life. Li Mancang died early and she didn't have a good ending.
The whole family ate until their bellies were full, and they packed a lot for Chunni, Fenglan and the children at home. Wu Zhiqiu said to his father, "If you are free tomorrow, take Chunni and the children out for a walk and have something delicious." There were not many days before and after the New Year, and the father and mother were busy helping with housework, so they had no time to take a walk. After a few days, they started working, and they had even less time to go out for a walk.
The old man smiled and nodded naively. When he was eating just now, he felt like he was eating alone and his wife and children didn't get to eat.
It was the first time for Mr. Wu to come to Wu Zhiqiu's mansion. He heard Wu Huaiqing say that it was a large house, but when he actually saw this wealthy family's house, he was still shocked. It was too big.
"Zhiqiu, this used to be where high officials lived."
“It should have belonged to the capitalists before, I don’t know before that.” The properties that were auctioned were all confiscated properties, and they all belonged to the capitalist reactionaries.
"With this huge compound, I guess it must belong to an official of the rank of a high-ranking official or above," Mr. Wu sighed as he looked around.
"Dad, you will live with us from now on. There is a big garden at the back. You can plant or raise whatever you want." Li Mancang quickly expressed his opinion. Their big yard was too empty for just a few people in their family.
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