Chen Junsheng's mouth was bulging, and he didn't dare to chew under Yang Chunhua's fierce gaze. He just stared at her, his fingers involuntarily picking at the food, while the drawer had already been pushed back.
"……without"
Isn't he treating her like she's blind? How dare he say there's nothing there? Then what's in his mouth?
Yang Chunhua clenched her fists, her chest heaving with anger. She hadn't gone anywhere in this freezing weather, just to stay home and cook for him, and he had kept the food a secret from her.
What a terrible misfortune! This unfilial son actually wants to support me in my old age. I've watched him grow up, and he doesn't even respect his own grandmother. What can I expect from him in the future?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, so she went up to him and pushed him aside.
Chen Junsheng's mouth was stuffed with pastries from the supply and marketing station. These pastries were made so densely these days that they were incredibly dry and could make your neck stretch for miles after just one bite.
Dad told him to eat it secretly. The porridge was too thin this morning, and he ran out to play for a while and got hungry. He rushed in while Grandma was cooking outside. He stuffed a big bite of pastry into his mouth but didn't even have time to swallow it. Grandma startled him and pulled him aside by the arm. He choked and coughed so hard that his eyes almost rolled back.
"Cough cough cough"
Yang Chunhua didn't even look over there. With a dark face, she opened the drawer and saw a package of pastries inside. Her forehead throbbed with pain. She reached in and took out the pastries. The pastries at the supply and marketing station were sold in pound packages, and there were only a few pieces left in the drawer.
Needless to say, he ate the rest.
Although her son had been giving her pocket money lately, he didn't have any food coupons. Even if he had money, he wouldn't have gone to the supply and marketing station to buy pastries. No matter how unwilling she was to admit it, Yang Chunhua knew that her son had bought them for her.
She stared intently at the few pieces of oil paper left. Chen Junsheng was coughing so hard, his eyes were rolling back, and he could barely cough anything up. The large piece of pastry was blocking his throat, and he couldn't breathe.
“…woo”
He knelt on the ground, clutching his throat with both hands, only able to make sounds hoping that his grandmother would look over. Yang Chunhua stood there stunned for a long time before turning around to look at him. When she found that he couldn't breathe, she didn't go up to him immediately. She waited until his face turned pale and he had no strength before slowly approaching him.
He stuck out his foot and braced it against his back, then grabbed his hands and braced himself a few times. After patting him hard on the back several times, Chen Junsheng finally coughed up the piece of pastry.
As soon as the thing that had choked him came out, Yang Chunhua immediately shook him off and sat on the table with a dark face and no expression.
Large gusts of air rushed into his abdomen in an instant. Although it hurt like a knife cutting into his chest, Chen Junsheng knew that he had come back to life. Just now, it felt like someone was choking him, and he almost thought he was going to die.
He knelt on the ground, coughing until tears streamed down his face. His originally pale face turned red from coughing. Finally, he calmed down and looked at his grandmother, Yang Chunhua, who just stared at him expressionlessly.
Chen Junsheng silently shrank his neck, swallowed hard, and stood up silently, suppressing the itch in his throat.
"……Milk"
Yang Chunhua chuckled, feeling a chill run through her heart.
How could she not feel heartbroken? The son she had raised with such difficulty was now secretly eating alone with her son, leaving her, the old mother who had managed everything for the family, to watch from the sidelines.
They only give her that little bit of money. At her age, she has to stay at home to cook for her father and son and clean their house. If she doesn't do a good job, they complain and make a scene.
Don't think she didn't hear it. These days, her son has been complaining about why things were so much better when Guan Lian was still alive. She had to go to work, while his mother did nothing at home, yet the house was still a mess.
She felt heartbroken and powerless. She didn't even consider that she was already so old and it was good enough that she could still do things. How could she still have so many demands?
Yang Chunhua used to prioritize her son above all else. After finally raising him to adulthood, she was finally able to enjoy life. She felt that her son was perfect in every way, and that he hadn't let her down after all the hard work she had put in. Everyone envied her for being an old woman with extra money and not having to do housework or take care of children. She could spend her days playing cards and living a carefree life.
Who would have thought that since her daughter-in-law left, her life has become worse day by day, and her once filial son has also disappeared.
Yang Chunhua was actually a little confused. When Guan Lian was still alive, her son always indulged her and doted on her, saying that she had a hard life before, but now that her son was grown up, she could enjoy life.
She expects her daughter-in-law to stay home and take care of her, and even her two grandsons have to be filial to her.
She had thought her son was filial, but in just six months, he complained that she wasn't doing a good job cooking and cleaning at home and didn't even offer to help. Had he forgotten what he had said before?
Chen Junsheng stood to the side with his head down, not daring to utter a sound in the atmosphere of the room. He didn't mean to keep it from his grandmother; his father had said that his grandmother had money and would buy it herself.
He felt sorry for his grandma not having enough to eat, so he secretly bought her things. Besides, his dad said that if he gave her the money so she could add more food to the house, his grandma would secretly take the money to gamble.
Yang Chunhua had long forgotten that she came in to ask her grandson about his mother's return. Feeling cold and powerless, she sat in the chair for a long time without saying a word.
Chen Junsheng dared not move, and even suppressed his cough, not knowing how angry his grandmother would be.
The pot outside was still burning, and a burnt smell quickly wafted out. The neighbors who were cooking sniffed for a while before they found the source of the burnt smell and quickly called out.
"Yang Chunhua! Yang Chunhua! Where did she go? The pot's all burnt!"
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