Chapter 478 Mom, I'm Hungry
“You are already thirteen years old, don’t you ever think about whether your elders have eaten when you are eating?
I know you grew up in the countryside and may not be very particular, but you should know the basics of respecting the elderly and loving the young and being polite, right?
There are very strict rules in your countryside. Children are not allowed to sit at the table until the adults have eaten.
I didn’t even eat a single bite!” Mother Zhong couldn’t help but say.
She has always been good at saving face, and now she wants to put a big hat on Di Guoliang from the beginning. As long as a person is not filial, he is full of shortcomings.
No matter what conflicts there are in the future, the audience will stand on her side.
So if the day's food was gone, it was gone, and she had to make the most of this bag of food.
Di Guoliang asked in confusion: "Didn't you say you weren't hungry? And when you gave me a bag of rice, you didn't tell me how much I could eat. Doesn't that mean I can eat as much as I want?"
"When did I say I wasn't hungry? When I gave you the bag, didn't I tell you to eat something first? What do you mean by something? You can't eat as much as you want!" Zhong's mother said with a worried look on her face, "We in the city are not like the countryside where you can eat as much as you want.
In our city, each person has a certain amount of food supply each month. In the first half of the month, we eat a lot, but in the second half, we have to drink water to fill our stomachs. Even if we have money, we may not be able to buy food.
Forget about this meal. From now on, you will have to eat only half full like us."
"Why do you city people have so many thoughts? Do you have to understand what they say in a roundabout way?
You just told these two little brats that you ate a lot in the morning and you’re not hungry.
Only then can I eat with peace of mind.
It’s not much, I’m not full yet, I had to drink several jars of water to barely feel better.
You can do whatever you want to me, but you can’t let me starve!
My mother said that if you want to know whether a person is good to me, just check whether I have enough to eat!
There are so many people watching here, you can't just eat my meal!"
Di Guoliang stiffened his neck and protested for his stomach.
Zhong's mother was so angry that she almost fell backwards. To her, Di Guoliang's last sentence was a naked threat. But she was too proud to compromise.
Di Guoliang was a big eater, and he was unwilling to let his stomach suffer. If he wasn't full, he would start yelling so loudly that the whole carriage could hear him.
Thinking about the 1,200 yuan, Zhong's mother kept giving herself psychological counseling, and the muscles on her face twitched to show her smile. Even if she wanted to buy the cheapest and most filling meal, the food on the bus and at the station was not cheap.
She was also very angry along the way and didn't eat much.
At this time, she missed her eldest son very much. He was such a sensible and well-behaved child, who ate little and did all the housework. Why was he so troublesome?
The train finally arrived in Shanghai when Zhongmu’s money was almost gone.
On the bus home, the Pei family lived in the dormitory of the textile factory. Along the way, everyone asked curiously: "Dong Gang's wife, who is this relative of yours?
We don’t usually see your family have any contact with each other?”
"This young man looks really energetic. I haven't seen one like him in many years..."
"He looks like Zhang Fei or Li Kui from TV. He can ward off evil spirits if you put him at home..."
They gathered from a distance, pointing and discussing, as if they were watching a gorilla.
Mother Zhong was too embarrassed to speak, and before she could figure out how to express herself.
Di Guoliang's voice was so loud that it made everyone's ears numb: "Hello, grandpa, grandma, uncles, aunts, aunts, brothers and sisters! I am the son of Comrade Zhong Meixin!"
"You, what are you saying! I..." Mother Zhong was so scared that she waved her hands quickly.
"Didn't we agree on this?" Di Guoliang scratched his head and asked in confusion, "Or do you not want to take the 200 yuan?"
"Kids, what did you agree on? Why is two hundred dollars involved?" The gossip fire of the crowd was burning.
Zhong's mother looked at the photographer and assistant who were following her as passers-by. In order to get the 1,200 yuan, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "This is my godson. He is staying here for two months."
Having said that, she put on her usual gentle and soft demeanor and added with a smile, "Don't be fooled by his sturdy appearance. In fact, he is only thirteen years old, just like my Kang Le."
Everyone looked at Di Guoliang again in surprise, "What did you eat to grow up?"
People in Shanghai are a little thinner than people in the north, and people like Di Guoliang are really rare.
He chuckled and scratched his head: "I eat everything, but my appetite is bigger than yours."
Pei Donggang is a team leader in a textile factory. He was assigned a small house on the fourth floor with two bedrooms and a living room, 50 square meters, and a balcony. His house was clean and tidy.
Di Guoliang took a look and showed no interest. He kicked off his shoes and said, "Mom, we haven't eaten lunch yet. Can you just make some noodles? Just use your vegetable washing basin, and put two poached eggs, a whole radish, and some pickled radish in it!"
The two little ones were also a little gloomy, but they nodded and said, "Mom, we want to eat hand-rolled noodles!"
"Put some slices of bacon..."
Mother Zhong ignored them and went into the house to pack the two children's things and said, "I told your grandma before that I would send you to stay for a few days after returning from Kyoto.
I can do some work at home and earn back the money for the round trip ticket."
Di Guoliang asked curiously, "Mom, what kind of work can you do in the city to earn back the money for the train ticket? You bought one ticket when you took Zhong Kangle there, and two tickets when you came back, which is more than 60 yuan!"
Mother Zhong nodded with concern and replied helplessly: "There is no work, just pasting matchboxes or medicine bags. I can't make more than 100 yuan a day.
The burden of the family falls on your father.
I have to share the burden for him.
I'll take more this time, let's do it together," she said with a chuckle, "I'll save the money you earn for you and use it all to buy food for you later."
Di Guoliang groaned, continued rubbing his stomach and said, "Mom, I'm hungry!"
“I took Chuanchuan and Yangyang to Kyoto to send Kang Le off these few days. Your father should have eaten in the cafeteria three times a day.
My house is the same as when I left, everything is gone and I haven’t had time to buy anything.
How about this, we will send them to my mother's house first, and on the way back we can buy some vegetables and food and cook them at home." The more Mother Zhong talked, the more she felt that she was very clever.
As long as she could send the two little ones to her parents' home, she and Pei Donggang could live with Di Guoliang on coarse food!
She heard that the stomach can change. As long as she starved him for three or five meals, she believed that his appetite would definitely decrease, plus the illusion of bowls and plates.
The audience will only think that Di Guoliang is making trouble out of nothing, while she gains both fame and fortune!
Di Guoliang lay on the sofa, and his temper flared up like a child: "You can deliver it yourself. I'm so hungry that I can hardly walk."
As long as his stomach is empty, he becomes irritable and feels uncomfortable no matter what.
(End of this chapter)
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