After hearing this, Zhao Xiangyang didn't recognize his sister anymore.

Stop by speaking:

"sister."

There was an irresistible majesty in his voice.

In his heart, his sister is someone who cares about the family wholeheartedly.

Normally, even if she was wronged, she would not make a fuss and would endure it for the sake of the overall situation. How could she say something so embarrassing to her son at this moment?

Doesn’t he know that once he says this, the girl will be prejudiced against his son?

How is his son going to get along in school?

Yu Ru was also a little dumbfounded. She just came over to say hello and asked a casual question, but she heard such a thing.

Zhao Ziwei is usually willing to help others at school, but unexpectedly he even refuses to recognize his own aunt who took care of him when he was growing up.

Yu Ru had an indescribable expression on her face:

"This... I didn't expect you to be this kind of person... Then you guys chat first, I'll be leaving first."

Zhao Ziwei's hands were tightly gripping the corner of the table, and his fingers turned red.

After suffering such a great humiliation, I wonder if Yu Ru will tell others about it when she goes to school.

At this time, the waiter had already brought the meals they ordered.

Aunt Zhao had to go somewhere else to help, so she turned and left.

She was angry before, but seeing how they are now, the expectation of family affection in her heart was completely gone.

Zhao Ziwei, who was originally very excited, was like a rooster that had fallen into the water. He could not utter a word and had no appetite at all.

On the contrary, my younger brother, who couldn’t understand what was going on, happily drank the braised pork rice with a mouthful of milk tea.

Even the shredded pickled mustard tuber in it tastes delicious.

The corners of his mouth were shining with oil as he ate every bite.

Zhao Xiangyang was still worried about his eldest son, but he could see that his youngest son was eating so happily, and the fragrance was getting into his nose.

One piece costs one dollar.

He still picked up the chopsticks and started eating. After one bite, he became addicted and kept eating one bite after another.

Zhao's mother was just about to scold her husband for being heartless, but didn't she see that her eldest son was so sad?

But in the end she decided to take a bite to see how delicious it was.

They ate without saying a word.

Children are just angry, so they will be fine after a while. Eating is more important.

No one understood Zhao Ziwei's resentment. Seeing the other three people eating happily with their heads down, he felt even angrier.

Knocked over the milk tea cup:

“Eat, eat, eat. Is it really that delicious?”

Zhao Xiangyang knew that his behavior was a bit excessive, but this was outside, in a restaurant, and his son was so disrespectful to him that he had to save face.

He immediately scolded:

"Look at what you have become now? Is this how I usually educate you at home?"

"The meal has been ordered. If you don't eat, can't you let others eat?"

The eldest son, who was scolded, was angry and anxious and looked at his mother.

As a result, his mother lowered her head and ate happily without even looking at him.

After Zhao Xiangyang finished speaking, he touched his belly and felt that he was not full yet, but he had finished his meal.

His eyes fell on his son's untouched braised pork rice across from him.

He reached out and took the bowl, pouring half of it into his own bowl.

The younger son saw it and called his father:

"Dad, I want to eat too. I'm not full yet."

Zhao Ziwei watched helplessly as the three of them divided up all their food.

Finally, I couldn't help crying out "Wow".

Aunt Zhao happened to be sitting in the lobby studying the candidates for the factory cafeteria. Another waiter couldn't help but say to Aunt Zhao:

"Manager Zhao, your nephew is crying."

Aunt Zhao closed her notebook. She dropped out of school early and could not recognize many words.

All of them were scribbled in notebooks.

As soon as she stood up, she attracted Zhao Ziwei's attention. If he couldn't afford to offend his father, then how could he afford to offend his aunt?

She immediately wiped her tears and walked towards Aunt Zhao, cursing:

"It's all your fault. You're a jinx. You're not married at your age, and now you come to ruin our family. It's all your fault. I should have kicked you out earlier."

Aunt Zhao was so angry that she laughed:

"Then ask your father, who raised him all these years? Who paid for his schooling and the bride price?"

The meat in Zhao Xiangyang's mouth suddenly lost its flavor. Why did his sister bring up this?

He swallowed the meat, walked quickly to the two men, and grabbed Zhao Ziwei's arm:

"Come with me."

Zhao Ziwei was crying so hard that he lost his mind and shook off his father's hand:

"I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to go with you."

Then he pushed Aunt Zhao:

"It's all your fault. It's all your fault."

The child has no place to vent his anger, so he can only vent it on people he knows.

Aunt Zhao snorted coldly:

"You're crying and making a fuss now, aren't you afraid that your classmates will go to school and tell on you?"

Sure enough, this sentence scared Zhao Ziwei, and he hurriedly looked in Yu Ru's direction.

Yu Ru was caught watching the fun and lowered her head in embarrassment.

Father Yu glanced at his daughter:

"What did your father usually teach you? You should stay away from people like this at school. Usually he taught you to build good relationships with your classmates, but forget about people like this."

People who don't know how to be grateful are bad from the root.

Yu Ru nodded obediently. She wasn't that close to Zhao Ziwei.

Watching them arguing for the past two minutes, the people around them would glance at them from time to time.

It seemed that the discussion made the meal more enjoyable.

Aunt Zhao opened her mouth and said to the waiter beside her:

"Go to the backyard and ask Brother Xu to come over. He said there's someone causing trouble here."

This is a place for dining, and she can't waste too much time on her personal matters.

The waiter nodded immediately:

"Okay, Manager Zhao."

Zhao Xiangyang was a little surprised:

"manager?"

In his mind, his sister is just an illiterate rural woman, so how could she become a manager?

These stores are very popular. People come and go every day and their business is booming.

Aunt Zhao still feels a little guilty about the title of manager. This was just a title given to her by Xu Niannian so that she could be in charge of the factory and win the support of the people.

But since the manager had already yelled at her, she could bear it.

Although Zhao's mother was eating over there, she had already seen the scene here clearly.

It seems that Aunt Zhao has indeed become rich. The waiters and others all listen to her, and she has even become a manager.

Uncle Xu came over after a while:

"Who is causing trouble?"

Zhao Ziwei saw that the man in front of him was tall and mighty.

Even her crying became sobbing, as she was afraid that she would be captured.

When his mother told him stories, she often said that he was taken away because he was disobedient.

Zhao Xiangyang grabbed his eldest son's arm:

"Okay, we'll leave now after we finish eating, sis, you can come visit our house some other day."

They had almost finished eating the food on the table.

Mother Zhao took her youngest son's hand:

"Come on, go say hello to your aunt."