He quickly turned his face away and wiped it with the back of his hand.
Wu Xiu'e knew that Yangyang was very sensible, so she was not too surprised. However, she was more surprised by Chen Dingguo's behavior.
Except for the period when he was just paralyzed, Chen Dingguo has not shed a tear in all these years. He suffers from illness every day, but he has never cried out. He is a real tough guy.
Today I actually cried over a small piece of chicken.
Yangyang took the bowl and distributed the meat to Chen Shanhe and Jiang Shiyue. When passing by Chen Shanlin, he hesitated for a moment and gave Chen Shanlin a piece of meat.
He is the uncle and should give it to her. He said, "Mom, I don't want to give it to you."
So, give one piece and deduct one piece.
After dividing it, there were only three or four pieces of meat left in Yangyang's bowl.
Chen Shanlin stared down at the chicken leg in a daze and was speechless for a long time.
His adopted son is in his early twenties, but he has never been given a piece of meat.
No, actually when Jiadong was little he would also say “Dad, you are tired from work so you can eat first.”
He always answered, "Daddy is not tired, Xiao Jiadong is happy when he eats Daddy."
Once, twice, three times...
Later, I don’t know when it started, but all the delicious food and drinks at home naturally belonged to Chen Jiadong.
And Chen Jiadong never asked them again whether they wanted to eat.
Jiang Shiyue was right, they were all responsible for Chen Jiadong's current situation.
Chen Shanlin's eyes gradually became moist.
Only Chen Jiadong looked at Yangyang angrily as he divided the meat among the others but didn't even give himself a piece of meat. He held out the bowl to Yangyang and said, "Kid, where's mine?"
Yangyang glanced at Chen Jiadong calmly, "Mom said that we should respect the elderly and love the young. Grandpa, grandma, uncle, dad and mom are the elders, and we should respect them. You are my older brother, older than me, so you should take care of me. You should give me the chicken in your bowl."
Chen Jiadong: “…”
He had never suffered such injustice since he could remember, but everyone at this table sided with Jiang Shiyue, the vixen.
Chen Jiadong slammed his chopsticks on the table, stood up, and said, "I'm not eating anymore! I'll see if you're still so arrogant when my mother comes back?!" Then he went back to the house angrily.
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