As soon as Chen Wei got off work that evening, he rushed home. The news of Guan Lian's return had finally reached his ears. He wanted to see if she could be as tough as she was in Northeast China this time.
"mom?"
He wanted to talk to his mother about what to do in the future, and just as he opened the door, he saw Yang Chunhua sitting in the living room.
"Guan Lian is coming back. She'll definitely come looking for us. Mom, what are we going to do then?"
The thought of how frozen she had been in the snow fueled her anger at her even more. These angels were doing everything they could to please their youngest son, and no matter what his mother was like, they wanted him to stay by their side.
After saying that, he immediately sat down at the table, his heart pounding with excitement. This time, he was the boss.
Yang Chunhua kept her head down and remained silent for a long time. It took Chen Wei quite a while to realize that something was wrong with his mother, so he quickly looked around the room.
"Mom, where's Xiaosheng? It's so late, why haven't you cooked yet?"
When Chen Wei got up and went to the table, he saw that there was nothing on it. He frowned, and his initial excitement cooled down considerably.
"Your son worked a day at the factory for the past two days and didn't even get a meal when he got home. Can't you feel sorry for me?"
"You have to go out to play cards every day. What's so great about that? Even if you don't eat, you have to think about Xiaosheng; he's at a crucial stage of growth."
Who comes home after a long day at work and doesn't even have a hot meal? In that respect, it was better when Guan Lian was in this family. Back then, I never had to worry about what to eat when I got home.
Although their work hours were similar, he would chat with people outside after work, and when he came back, Guan Lian would have the meal on the table by then.
“I already told you not to go see your card-playing friends. Be careful, or I’ll report you to the neighborhood committee. What mother doesn’t want what’s best for her son?”
After wandering around the house for a while without finding anyone, I wondered, "Where did this young man go?"
"Could it be that his mother came back and took him away? This is my son. Guan Lian thinks she can just take him away like that? No way! I'm going to find her!"
He was afraid they would use the same trick again and trick the child away. If he ran to the Northeast again, how could he get leave from the factory? And this time he was on guard, so how could he take the boy away so easily?
Yang Chunhua finally looked up at her son. He had been inside for so long, whether he was looking for Chen Junsheng or complaining about her, he had never cared that his mother hadn't eaten so late.
"...The weather has been bad these past few days, and my rheumatism pain has made it impossible for me to cook."
Upon hearing this, Chen Wei's brows immediately furrowed, and his tone quickly turned sour.
"Mom, are you really not feeling well and not going to cook, or do you just not want to cook? Do you think there's anyone in this house who can wait on you? If you don't cook, what will I eat? Do you expect me to cook for you after a long day at work?"
I've never heard of rheumatism causing such severe pain that one can't cook. So how come your hands didn't hurt when you had free time to go out and play cards with others before?
"You used to have family to help you, but now you don't. Can't you just relax and not worry about things?"
A barrage of accusations rained down on Yang Chunhua. She closed her eyes, and her hand, which hadn't felt any pain before, suddenly began to ache faintly.
"...You think your mother is useless? Then what have you been eating and using these past few days? It's all been provided by me."
To buy cheap vegetables at the market, my mother would arrive early in the dead of winter with a basket in hand and queue up. The ice on the road was so thick it was up to her knuckles. And wasn't it me who did all the laundry and cooking?
Your father passed away before, and your mother raised you alone, eating only coarse food and eating only vegetables. Now that you're over 60, you don't even deserve an easy life?
"You only want me to work like an ox for you before you're satisfied? Who am I doing all this for? Your father might as well have just taken me away from you..."
Thinking of the cookies that Xiaosheng had hidden at noon, I felt increasingly saddened. He had actually taken his grandson to eat alone.
Here we go again. Every time this topic comes up, it brings up old stories. Chen Wei rubbed his hair in annoyance.
"Mom, why are you saying all this?"
"What are you doing?" Yang Chunhua immediately stood up. "I can't enjoy any happiness now. I have to worry about you and take care of your son. How can the money you give me be enough to support the family?"
"To make sure you have a little more to eat, I only cook one sweet potato for lunch to tide you over, and what do you do? You take your son and eat all by yourself!"
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