Whenever Chen Jiadong lost his temper, Zhao Caifeng would always follow him and try to persuade him.
"Good son, don't be angry!"
"My child, if you don't eat, I will feel bad."
"Man is iron and rice is steel, so why not eat first?"
"Okay, Mommy has promised you, why don't you come over for dinner?"
“…”
This time, when he pushed the door open and walked into the room, no one called him.
Chen Jiadong became even angrier and slammed the door to the main room shut.
At the dinner table, everyone had different expressions.
Even Chen Shanhe's eyes flickered as he stared at the chicken in the bowl.
This was also the first time he received sharing from Yangyang.
He knew better than anyone that Yangyang would not be like this before.
The number of chickens must be odd.
But this time he didn't even count.
In the past, Yangyang would not share it with anyone.
All this is thanks to Jiang Shiyue.
Chen Shanhe glanced sideways. The afterglow of the setting sun cast a layer of warm light on Jiang Shiyue. She touched Yangyang's little head and praised him in a low voice.
Yes, Jiang Shiyue used to be a woman who was even more troublesome than Zhao Caifeng.
If it really is a split personality, Chen Shanhe hopes that Jiang Shiyue can always be in her current personality.
Chen Shanhe's eyes gradually warmed up and the corners of his lips curved up.
Wu Xiu'e was so moved that she wiped away tears.
It has been many years since this family had such a lively meal.
Chen Dingguo hadn't laughed like this for many years.
The family enjoyed the meal with laughter.
Chen Jiadong entered the room in a huff, holding his rumbling stomach and listening to the noisy sounds outside the door, feeling very uncomfortable.
He had worked in the team all day and came back hungry. Now he felt lost and annoyed when he smelled the aroma of meat.
I shouldn’t have been angry.
I didn't expect that no one cared about his life or death except his mother.
But, deep down, I felt a little ashamed.
If Jiang Shiyue and Chen Shanhe tried to snatch his chicken leg, he might even dare to overturn the table.
But Yangyang, a three-year-old child, knows to give the chicken leg in the bowl to the elders first.
And he has been eating alone for so many years.
Make a scene? No shame.
Don't make a fuss? It's frustrating.
***
After dinner, Chen Shanlin helped Wu Xiu'e clean up the table.
Wu Xiu'e handed a bowl of chicken she had set aside to Chen Shanlin, who was washing dishes, and said, "Take it to Jiadong! This kid hasn't had a meal yet after working all day!"
In the past, Chen Shanlin would have nodded, but this time he hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "Let him starve! My sister-in-law is right! He is disrespectful to us and it's all because of us that he eats alone.
When he was working in the production team, he was a bit of a bully and a coward.
He is still so young. If he doesn’t change these bad habits, what will happen after we get married? We can’t be with him forever.”
Wu Xiu'e sighed softly, "Shiyue is a good girl! But from what I've seen with her these past few days, I've discovered that she's not someone who likes to meddle in other people's business. She also won't offend others easily. This is because Shanhe's wife treats us like family, so she says these things. Some of her words are a bit harsh, so don't take them to heart."
Chen Shanlin nodded, "Mom, I know what's right and wrong."
***
Chen Shanhe didn't help wash the dishes or pots because he had more important things to do.
He found a discarded blue plastic bucket, cut it open with a knife, took six fan wings of equal size, heated them, straightened them, fixed them on a small motor and powered on it for testing.
The fan is small and the wind power is not very strong.
However, as Jiang Shiyue said, hanging a bamboo pole not high above the kang will be cool enough.
"How do you come up with so many novel ideas?" Chen Shanhe sighed.
Jiang Shiyue's ideas are always refreshing.
As we all know, a fan costs more than 100 yuan, and if you don’t have a ticket, it will cost more than 300 yuan.
As a result, a motor collected from a scrap metal dealer and a few pieces of waste plastic solved the three hundred yuan problem.
"You can't imagine the wisdom of the poor." Jiang Shiyue crossed his legs, leaned on the quilt, and looked proud.
Today's fans are made of solid materials and last for decades, so they are inevitably expensive. But decades later, fans that cost only a dozen or twenty yuan and are suitable for poor students, migrant workers, and rented houses are everywhere.
Chen Shanhe: “…”
It seems like he is the poor one? !
Chen Shanhe made the second fan much faster. He finished the fan quickly, pulled the wire into the east wing, and asked Chen Dingguo to press it on top.
He also moved two basins of ice into the east wing.
Wu Xiu'e was very happy and looked up at the fan. "Dad, you see, you're getting lucky by following your son, right? You don't have to worry about the heat this time."
Every summer Wu Xiu'e suffers the most headaches, and Chen Dingguo is prone to bedsores.
He was suffering, which made flies fly around and made people feel uncomfortable.
Chen Dingguo nodded, his face also happy, "It's because of my daughter-in-law! This daughter-in-law is really extraordinary."
Wu Xiu'e happily agreed: "You're right! It's my daughter-in-law who is amazing."
Chen Shanhe curled his lips and packed up his tools.
"Shanhe." Chen Dingguo called out to Chen Shanhe who was about to go out.
"Um."
"Comrade Shiyue is a good girl."
Chen Shanhe nodded, "Yeah."
"Aren't you two married yet?"
Chen Shanhe: “…”
silence.
Wu Xiu'e was puzzled and asked, "Old man, why are you asking? They live together and have children, so how can they not be husband and wife?"
Chen Dingguo shook his head. "Although I don't know why they got married, they are definitely not a couple like us. Don't you find that they are too polite to each other?"
Wu Xiu'e nodded. She had noticed it in the compound.
"I don't know what kind of girl Jiang Shiyue is, but Chen Shanhe is our son. If he didn't tell us about such a big thing as getting married, it means he either doesn't want to get married or his wife is not good enough. Besides, didn't you see Miss Shiyue calling us auntie and old man?"
Chen Shanhe: “…”
He just said, "It's my fault."
Chen Dingguo waved his hand, "You've always had your own ideas. I can't interfere in your affairs. But you can bring her back, at least you acknowledge her leadership. Doesn't the girl want to?"
Chen Shanhe hesitated for a moment and said, "We came back to hold the wedding... I..."
"Really?" Wu Xiu'e was very happy. "Good news! Good news!"
"Yes! Buy it properly and don't let the girl down."
Chen Shanhe had to swallow back Jiang Shiyue's words before agreeing, not wanting to spoil his parents' fun.
When I returned to the north room, I saw Jiang Shiyue lying on the kang with a frown on his face. I didn't know what he was thinking, and his face looked dull.
Chen Shanhe stretched out his hand and waved in front of Jiang Shiyue's face, "What are you thinking about?"
"I want to renovate the house."
"Hmm? Remodel the house? What do you mean?"
Jiang Shiyue turned sideways, supported herself on the kang with her arms and sat up, her hands clenched in the air. "Just tidy up this house a bit, like painting the walls white, putting up a roof to cover the beams, building a big balcony, or something like that."
Chen Shanhe shook his head. "This is a mud wall. It's not smooth and can't be painted."
I've never heard of painting a dirt wall.
"Everything depends on human effort." Jiang Shiyue insisted, "Just think about it, the old man lying here all day looking at the thatched roof, the grayness in his eyes, how would that affect his mood?"
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