Before the meal was even ready, An'an lifted the curtain and trotted into the kitchen, her breath steaming in the air as she spoke.
"Dad, it's snowing again!"
Lu Yang peeked out and saw that a thin layer of snow had fallen in the yard, and An An's hair was also covered in snow. There was a fire burning in the kitchen, and the snowflakes on her hair disappeared in no time.
Song Qing also came out. The factory is closed tomorrow, but it's so cold, she just wants to stay at home.
"I was originally planning to go to my third aunt's house, but it's so cold, I'd better stay home."
Upon hearing this, An'an immediately pouted, "I haven't been there for several days. I want to see my uncle."
"Do you want to see your uncle, or do you want him to take you up the mountain? The snow is getting heavier and heavier, so we can't go now."
She squatted down, puffing out her cheeks in anger. Lu Yang quickly found something to do and didn't dare to say a word. The kitten wobbled up from its nest, stretched, and slowly walked to An'an's side, rubbing against her calf.
Soon the person and the cat were playing together.
Today we had pork stew with sauerkraut and glass noodles. The sauerkraut was homemade. An'an held the bowl, her face almost buried in it.
"Eat slowly"
In the factory dormitory, the children complained to their parents that it was snowing again and wanted to skip school the next day.
"When will it stop snowing? If we have to skip class every day it snows, then we might as well just stay home."
"If you're cold, wear more clothes. Unless the teacher says you don't have to go, you all have to go to school."
The children let out a series of wails, and Chen Junliang, who was sitting in the corridor making a fire, couldn't help but laugh when he heard them.
The neighbor lady glanced at their house and noticed that he was the only one outside, so she cautiously approached.
Chen Junliang's smile froze as he looked at the older woman with curiosity.
He usually has a cold expression, and although he has been here for a while, he has hardly spoken a few words to his neighbors.
"Xiao Liang, it's snowing."
Chen Junliang didn't understand what the old woman meant. He just frowned and looked outside. It was indeed snowing.
The neighbor lady looked at the child, who didn't react and just stared curiously at the snow outside, and sighed.
“I just came back from outside. Your dad is still standing at the factory gate. It’s snowing and so cold. He’s staying in the village now, and I guess he doesn’t even have a hot meal.”
Aunt Tian had already made arrangements in Yanghe Village, but no one there was willing to take Chen Wei in, so he had to look for accommodation in other villages.
You have to pay for a night's stay, not to mention that you have to pay extra for meals, and the food isn't even good.
Chen Junliang's face immediately turned cold, but the old woman didn't see his expression and continued to chatter on.
“Your mom and dad are having a fight, but no matter how much they fight, you’re still a family. It’s so cold outside and it’s almost dark. You’re letting him walk back down the mountain path by himself instead of calling him up for a cup of hot water and a hot meal.”
Comrade Guan Lian looks quite refined and gentle; I thought she would be easy to talk to, but I was wrong.
After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, only to find that Chen Junliang's face was as black as hell, and the rest of his words were stuck in his throat.
"You child, how can you be as heartless as your mother?"
Chen Junliang jumped up and went straight back into the house.
"Is the soup boiling? If it is, take the dishes out."
Guan Lian was chopping vegetables inside. When she saw her eldest son come in, she assumed the pot was boiling and told him to take the cabbage out and stew it first.
"……not yet"
After saying that, she stood aside. Guan Lian stopped what she was doing and looked at her eldest son with a frown.
Remembering that she seemed to have heard her son talking to someone outside, she paused for a moment, then took the sliced tofu outside. The old lady was still there.
"Comrade Guan, your son is really something. I was just talking to him, and he went straight in without even saying hello."
Guan Lian brought out the tofu and vegetables, saying, "This child is rather shy and doesn't like to talk to strangers."
The woman wanted to continue complaining, but she was choked up by the word "stranger".
At this moment, the pot boiled. Guan Lian lifted the lid and steamed out. She poured in the cabbage and tofu, then put the lid back on and bent down to add a small piece of coal to the stove.
As if only then noticing the old lady still standing there, she asked with a puzzled look, "Aunt Zhang, didn't your family finish cooking a long time ago? It's so cold, why didn't you go home for dinner?"
"Comrade Guan, you know it's cold and snowing, and Comrade Chen is still standing at the factory gate. Tell me, what's the big deal? Why can't you forgive him?"
I see that Comrade Chen has a good attitude in admitting his mistakes, and he's a good person. A family can't be without a man.
Guan Lian's face immediately turned cold. She was still holding a spoon in her hand when she slammed it against the pot lid, making a very jarring sound.
She didn't say anything, just stared at Aunt Zhang.
Aunt Zhang: "..."
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