When Su Hongying returned home angrily, Zhao Fulai was just coming out of the house with a messy hair. Seeing Su Hongying's extremely angry look, Zhao Fulai stopped picking his eye boogers.

"Who has annoyed you again?" Zhao Fulai's tone seemed a little impatient.

Su Hongying threw the egg cake onto the dining table, sat down at the table, and started to sulk.

Seeing that Su Hongying didn't say anything, Zhao Fulai sighed, "I've already told you that we have to take our time when it comes to dating. If it's not meant to be, what's the point of being anxious?"

The key to how Yue Lao ties the red thread is fate.

If the destiny has not arrived yet, no matter how hard you try, it will still lead to nothing.

When destiny arrives, nothing can stop it.

You don't even have to ask for it, it will happen naturally.

Su Hongying turned her face away, not wanting to listen to Zhao Fulai's chatter.

She also wanted to take it slow, but her son and daughter were reaching marriageable age, and there was no sign of a daughter-in-law or son-in-law yet.

Although sickly people are annoying, there is a saying that is true: if you start looking for a partner too late, you can only pick up the leftovers from others.

How could Su Hongying's daughter and son be so outstanding, so she could pick up the leftovers? ! Zhao Fulai wiped the eye mucus from the corner of his eye and opened the egg cake that Su Hongying had thrown on the table.

"Hongying, just relax. When Zhiqiang gets a stable job and eats commercial grain, will you still worry about not having good girls rushing to marry into our Zhao family?!"

By that time, what kind of daughter-in-law would they want? ! "Did you get the quota?" Hearing about the iron rice bowl, Su Hongying turned her head and became excited.

Zhao Fulai shook his head slightly, picked up an egg cake and started eating.

But as soon as he took a bite, Zhao Fulai frowned. He looked down at the egg cake in his hand and swallowed it with difficulty, "Where did you buy this egg cake? It's dry."

"Zhang Fengxia gave it to me." Su Hongying said unhappily.

"Didn't you say that if I gave a gift I could get a permanent job? Why hasn't it come down yet?"

Thinking of the gifts given in recent days, Su Hongying's mood became even worse.

As the saying goes, you can't catch the wolf without sacrificing your children. This child has been sacrificed one after another, and there is no trace of the wolf, let alone catching it.

"Who knows?" Zhao Fulai, who was choking on the egg cake and stretched his neck, stood up and poured an enamel jar of water to keep ready.

"How long has your sister-in-law's egg cake been left? It's not soft at all." Zhao Fulai couldn't help complaining.

"Isn't this the leftovers from her family?"

I have to say, Zhao Fulai is telling the truth.

Ever since Dr. Hua found out that Shen Zhihuan was pregnant, Zhang Fengxia and Su Changjiang were worried that their second daughter-in-law would harm others, so they would bring back some cakes and snacks from time to time.

In addition to the ones Su Ziyu had people prepare, the cakes and snacks at home filled up half of the cupboard.

Shen Zhihuan didn't have a big appetite and would only eat one or two pieces occasionally, so most of the cakes and snacks in the house went into the stomachs of Su Lili and Xiao Qiping.

The pastries that Su Ziyu brought back were not only exquisite, but also tasted much better than the egg cakes that Zhang Fengxia and Su Changjiang bought from the agency store.

As time went by, Su Lili and Xiao Qiping, who had become picky eaters, would never touch those egg cakes.

This is also the reason why Zhang Fengxia was so happy to pack up the egg cake.

Su Hongying sighed and felt upset.

Number of places...

There is no quota.

Daughter-in-law...

The daughter-in-law is nowhere to be seen.

son in law……

The son-in-law is nowhere to be seen.

Su Hongying couldn't understand.

Zhao Fulai, who was standing by, took two bites of the egg cake and sipped some water. Soon, the whole bag of egg cake was gone into his stomach.

"Dad, how about... we give the factory director some more gifts?" Su Hongying gritted her teeth.

No matter what, my son's job must be done.

Once the status of a formal employee is confirmed, it will be an extra point for the relationship.

She wanted to let those blind people see how outstanding her son, Su Hongying, was.

Zhao Fulai raised his hand to wipe the cake crumbs from his mouth and asked hesitantly, "What should I give you?"

Cigarettes, alcohol, cakes, tea, chickens, ducks and fish were all given as gifts.

Su Hongying thought for a moment, "I heard from Zijie's wife that the sickly guy from the Shen family sent my eldest brother a box of some fine wine. It was so precious. Even Ziyu said that the wine was very good and asked my eldest brother to save some to drink..."

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

"Zi Yu said it's a good wine, so it must be a good wine." Zhao Fulai narrowed his eyes, "But can your elder brother give it to you?"

How could his uncle be willing to give up such a good thing? ! "Zhiqiang is his biological nephew. His mother is his eldest uncle, so as an uncle, isn't it his duty to help his own biological nephew?" Su Hongying said as if it was a matter of course.

"But didn't you say that the wine was given to your eldest brother by Bingyangzi?" Zhao Fulai was a little nervous.

His brother-in-law said that he loved Su Lixiu, but his heart had long been inclined towards Su Ziyu and his wife.

Zhao Fulai expressed his doubts that he would be willing to give out the good wine that Bingyangzi gave him.

And Ziyu...

"So what if it was given by a sickly girl? Since she has given it to my eldest brother, it belongs to my eldest brother. What right does she have to control who my eldest brother wants to give it to?" Su Hongying snorted coldly.

She just didn't believe that the sickly girl would go against her own father-in-law over a box of wine.

"But what if..."

Before Zhao Fu could finish his words, Su Hongying had already stood up.

"Don't worry about it."

After saying that, he turned and walked out.

"Hongying, it's almost noon, where are you going?" Zhao Fulai asked loudly as he watched Su Hongying stride out.

"I'm going to my eldest brother's house. You three can have a meal on your own at noon today!" Su Hongying said without even turning her head.

"Didn't my mother just come back from my uncle's house? Why is she going again?" Zhao Zhiqiang came out of the house yawning.

"Who knows." Zhao Fulai scratched his messy head.

Thinking of the factory director's attitude towards him in recent days, Zhao Fulai felt inexplicably irritated.

"So what are we going to have for lunch today?" Zhao Zhiqiang took the enamel pot in front of Zhao Fulai and took a big gulp of water. Before he could swallow it, the water dripped from the corners of his mouth onto the men's vest with a red star printed on it.

After a jar of water was filled up, Zhao Zhiqiang raised his hand with a satisfied look on his face and wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth.

"Isn't there still half a pot of the wild vegetable porridge we cooked this morning? You and your sister can just have a bite." Zhao Fulai was obviously absent-minded.

"Dad, don't you want to eat?" Zhao Zhiqiang looked up in surprise.

"I'm not hungry, you guys eat by yourselves." Zhao Fulai got up and went back to the house.

Zhao Zhiqiang glanced at the wooden door that had just closed, his face full of confusion.

Not hungry...

How can a person who looks like a starving ghost say he is not hungry?! Could his father be seriously ill? (End of this chapter)