Wang Shuning put the uneaten melon seeds back into the iron bucket, went back to his room, put on his scarf and fur hat, and ran to the living room to change into his rubber shoes. "Mom, I'm going out for a while."
Seeing her in such a storm, Song's mother said, "Go get two pairs of insoles from the oven and put them on the floor. Remember to bring an umbrella. Come back early. It's time for lunch."
Just now he said he was afraid of the cold and didn't want to go out, but in the blink of an eye he became so calm.
The insoles were kept in the oven to dry. When I put them into my rubber shoes, they were still warm. "I know. I'll be back in a while."
The snowflakes fell on the umbrella, making a rustling sound. Wang Shuning came to the corner of the street. Not many people were walking here. The snow was very thick, and there were not many footprints.
Looking at the bookstall from a distance, the door seemed to be open.
Walking up the steps, the book stall owner in the house was sitting among the books, wearing reading glasses and holding a fire bucket, reading. Hearing the noise, he looked up and said casually, "Look around and take your pick."
Wang Shuning put the umbrella at the door, stomped off the snow on his rubber shoes and walked in, "Okay."
The books on the bookstall were mixed, most of them were old, and new books were neatly placed on the wooden shelves, which were much more expensive.
Wang Shuning picked out all story books and novels.
When he came to the new bookshelf, he saw some brand new comic books. Wang Shuning flipped through the first two pages and found them interesting, so he bought them all.
"Boss, check out." A stack of fifteen books should be enough to last me through the winter vacation.
"The new picture books are expensive, one dollar each." The boss pointed at the three comic books on the top and looked up at Wang Shuning and said.
Only after seeing Wang Shuning nod did he start counting.
"That's five dollars and thirty-seven cents."
Wang Shuning counted the money and handed it to him.
"I'll get you a cloth bag to put it in." The boss stood up and walked to the corner of the bookstore, holding a gray cloth bag with a drawstring in his hand.
Wang Shuning walked home holding an umbrella in one hand and carrying a bag in the other. There were many more people in Jing City than in Jinshan Island and Chaoyang County.
When Song's mother saw Wang Shuning bought so many books, she asked, "Can you finish reading all these books?"
Wang Shuning nodded vigorously, "I can finish reading it. I read fast."
I stay at home all day with nothing to do so I just read books. It is not a problem to finish a book in a day.
We work hard all year round and only have time to rest during holidays. Even if the work is not very busy, we still have to work during working hours. We can't let students go home with nothing and get beaten at the end of the semester.
While eating dumplings at noon, Wang Shuning looked at her father and asked, "Why do I feel like our family conditions have improved?"
There is a lot of pork stuffed inside the white flour dumplings, and in the past, they could only be eaten once a week.
Yesterday’s lunch was so sumptuous that I thought the sumptuousness of the meals would drop sharply in the next few days.
Wang Jianguo smiled and said, "You came back for the New Year. Your mother wanted you to eat well at home. She felt sorry for you suffering alone outside."
Wang Shuning shifted his gaze and saw Song's mother's slightly embarrassed expression.
But what she said was the opposite, "If you are not at home, we can save your rations and not have to feed you. We will definitely eat better."
Wang Shuning smiled and lowered his head to stuff a dumpling into his mouth.
Say one thing and mean another.
I will definitely be treated to good food and drinks in the first few days after returning, but I don’t know if it will still be the same after a week.
"My little sister is back." Wang Shuyi's voice was heard before he even entered the room.
The five of them looked towards the door, only to see her coming in empty-handed. Her eyes lit up when she saw the dumplings on the table.
"As soon as I heard that my little sister was back, I rushed over to see her without even eating. I'm a little hungry now, so I'll go get a bowl from the kitchen."
Zhang Xiuzhen quickly put dumplings into her and Wang Jianjun's bowls. The sister-in-law who came to ask for money came again, just in time for lunch.
"Mom, does my elder sister often do this?" Wang Shuning raised his eyes and looked at Song's mother.
Mother Song looked at Wang Shuning helplessly, her lips slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something, but she swallowed it back in the end. "When you're not at home, the four of us are all at work, and your eldest sister doesn't come often. She only comes over for a meal when someone is resting at home."
Zhang Xiuzhen pouted and said that she not only ate but also took some things back to her husband's house when she left.
Wang Shuyi sat down on the kang with his bowl and chopsticks. He quickly picked up half a bowl of dumplings with his chopsticks and began to eat them ravenously, as if he had not eaten for three meals in his life.
"Eat quickly." Song's mother pointed at Wang Shuning with chopsticks and put two dumplings into her bowl.
The younger daughter has never been able to compete with the older daughter since she was young. She eats so slowly that her plate will be empty soon.
The last two dumplings on the table were picked up by Wang Shuyi and eaten in one bite.
After finishing the meal, he looked at Wang Shuning and said, "My little sister has been in the countryside for more than a year, and her face has become a lot fatter. Eat less normally, otherwise it will be difficult to find a partner."
Wang Shuning felt like there was something stuck in his throat. He could hardly swallow the dumplings he had just eaten. He had a thousand things to say in his heart but didn't know where to start.
Song's mother put the bowl hard on the table and said, "You don't need to worry about your sister not being able to find a partner. After all, she is better off than you. She goes back to her parents' home every few days to ask for money. Go to the kitchen with your sister-in-law to wash the dishes."
"My daughter who married out has to work when she returns to her parents' home. Mom, you don't love me at all." Wang Shuyi complained in a low voice.
Song's mother said, "You come back so often, don't you? You always come back at mealtime. If you don't know me, you will starve to death if you stay at your husband's house."
Fortunately, he came alone. If he had brought his family with him, Song's mother would have lost her temper a long time ago.
Wang Shuyi reluctantly followed him to the kitchen. After putting down the dishes, he stood aside with his arms folded across his chest and muttered to Zhang Xiuzhen: "My little sister doesn't have to wash the dishes, why should I wash them?"
Zhang Xiuzhen scooped water from the bucket and poured it into the pot. "My little sister hasn't been home for many years. Now that she finally comes home, I'm sure I'll miss her even more."
One is a filial younger daughter who is unmarried, away from home all year round, and often sends things back home.
One is the eldest daughter who comes back every few days to beg for money and use things from her parents' home to subsidize her husband's family. She almost caused Song's mother to lose her job and harms others for her own benefit.
If it were you, you would know who you should love more.
There were bowls for the whole family, but in the end Wang Shuyi didn’t even get his hands wet.
After Zhang Xiuzhen finished washing, he followed her out of the kitchen.
Wang Jianguo and his son had already gotten down from the kang, and now only Wang Shuning and Song's mother were sitting on it, and they could be seen clearly through the cloth blocking the way behind them.
"So much fabric, are you going to make new clothes? Why are the colors so bright? The red one looks better."
Zhang Xiuzhen quickly stepped forward and snatched the cloth from her sister-in-law's hand, "Sister, this is mine."
After saying that, she took the cloth back to her room.
Wang Shuyi picked up the white one unhappily, "I don't care about the red one."
Song's mother took the cloth away from her and said, "This is for your sister's cotton-padded jacket and lining."
Wang Shuyi frowned, "Mom, the pink and sky blue don't look like the clothes you and dad would wear, could it be that they are also made for my little sister?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
