The meal ended hastily in silence. The sobbing of the youngest son Zhao Qingfeng echoed in the air, while Qian Chunhua drank a bowl of water, feeling hungry.
"Hold on, put the dishes aside first, I have something important to say." Zhao Daqing broke the silence.
He took out a pipe from his pocket, loaded it with tobacco leaves skillfully, lit it, and started smoking.
Zhao Yongqiang also imitated his father and pinched a pinch of tobacco from his father's pipe, wrapped it around his neck, lit it, took a deep breath, and a satisfied look appeared on his face.
Suddenly, the whole room was filled with the smell of tobacco leaves. Qian Chunhua was caught off guard and choked by the secondhand smoke, and started coughing repeatedly.
She really couldn't stand the smell of this low-quality cigarette.
In the end, she could only hold Zhao Qingfeng in her arms, pull Zhao Xiaoling, and hurried out of the main room.
Zhao Qingyun looked back at his mother, then glanced at his grandfather, his brows furrowed, but he did not follow his mother out.
Zhao Daqing's face suddenly darkened.
This second son's family is becoming more and more outrageous.
Although he couldn't stand the smell of cigarettes before, he would endure it. Now he actually expresses his disgust openly.
It seems that I can no longer rely on my second brother’s family for my retirement.
The eldest brother's family is still hardworking and kind. From now on, my wife and I can only live with him.
Oh, it would be great if I could follow the third brother’s family.
From the perspective of the third child, he is just supporting his parents-in-law. His study and living expenses are all supported by his parents-in-law. He also lives in his parents-in-law's house, and he doesn't want to live with them in their old age.
Originally, Zhao Daqing felt a little guilty because they were going to have a love affair later, but now seeing Qian Chunhua's attitude, he completely let go of the guilt and resolutely sided with the boss.
The smell of leaf tobacco filled the main room, and Qian Chunhua stood outside the door, intending to wait until they finished smoking before going in. Although this was a bit rude, she really didn't want the children to breathe in secondhand smoke.
In the courtyard deep in winter, the sun no longer lingers, leaving behind a desolate and lonely scene.
Qian Chunhua, wearing a thin jacket, held Zhao Qingfeng in her arms and held Zhao Xiaoling's hand as they stood in the cold wind.
When Zhao Qingfeng just came out of the main room, the cold wind made him shiver involuntarily.
Qian Chunhua immediately hugged her youngest son tightly in her arms, trying to use her body temperature to drive away the coldness for him.
At the same time, she gently stroked her daughter Zhao Xiaoling's hands, which were as cold as ice.
"Xiao Ling, are you cold?" Qian Chunhua asked softly, with deep concern in his eyes.
Zhao Xiaoling was slightly stunned, then she shook her head, raised the corners of her mouth, and revealed a brilliant smile: "Mom, I... am not cold."
Before this, only her eldest brother Zhao Qingyun could enjoy this kind of tender and caring treatment from their mother.
And now, Qian Chunhua not only hugged his brother, but also took the initiative to care about herself, which made Zhao Xiaoling's heart full of surprise and warmth.
At the age of 15, she was simple-minded and sensitive.
A simple word of concern was enough to make her forget the neglect her mother had shown her.
Qian Chunhua was not aware of the harm that her original actions had brought to the children.
In the original body's memory, he always believed that he treated all children equally, and he cared more about the eldest child because the eldest child, Zhao Qingyun, worked hard in his studies.
However, the original person did not realize that this kind of "equal treatment" actually ignored the feelings of other children.
Qian Chunhua hugged Qingfeng tightly, his eyes fixed on Zhao Qingyun who was sitting quietly in the room.
Qian Chunhua couldn't help but feel a little confused. She didn't understand what this eight-year-old child was thinking at the moment.
The atmosphere at dinner made her feel somewhat disappointed with her former boss.
An eight-year-old child should have learned to read and understand the importance of respecting his parents.
But just as his grandparents passed away and his mother fainted, he still went to private school, ignoring his younger brothers and sisters at home.
Moreover, when it was time for dinner, there was only one steamed corn bread left in the house, and he ate it all without hesitation.
Didn't he think that his mother would be hungry too as she hadn't eaten for a whole day?
At this moment, Zhao Xiaoling's soft voice interrupted Qian Chunhua's thoughts: "Mom, I'll give it to you."
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