Old Sun shuddered and said timidly, "I know, I know."
Oh my God, she knew she couldn't tell this, but she couldn't control her mouth. She had already told others before the old man reminded her. What should she do?
However, she only told two old sisters who were on particularly good terms with her in the village. She believed that they would keep it a secret for her.
I have already said it, and I must not tell it to outsiders.
At the dinner table, Old Man Zhao had no interest in the dishes, but Zhao Dashu's family was eating quite happily, and the dumplings made by Mrs. Li were not bad.
Zhao Dayong's family also enjoyed the meal very much. "Dad, do you want to have a bowl?"
Old man Zhao shook his head. He was in no mood to drink or eat.
Old Mrs. Sun stuffed dumplings in her mouth and thought about her son. "I wonder if the eldest brother has returned home? Did he go home on foot or in a bullock cart? It's mealtime now, so the bullock cart won't move, right?"
The people at the table were only concerned with eating the food. They didn't care how the boss responded. He was not as important as the dumplings in the bowl.
It was true that people were unwilling to see them off at this hour. "Dad, I'm back!"
"Why didn't you leave?" Everyone in the room was speechless. Why are they back again?
"The oxcart refused to move. He said he would leave after dinner. I thought it would take a while to walk home. It might even be slower than waiting for the oxcart to take me back. The road is slippery and difficult to walk on in the snow."
As he spoke, he glanced at the dumplings and meat dishes on the table. The food in this old house was really good. Fortunately, he was smart enough not to go back.
"That's right. Haven't you eaten yet? It's from your grandson's house. Bring the bowls and chopsticks to serve the dumplings." Although Old Man Zhao was angry with his son, he still felt sorry for his grandson.
Li reluctantly got up and gave them dumplings, which she felt was worse than feeding them to the dog. Ever since she found out they sold her daughter, she wanted to stay as far away from the eldest brother's family as possible.
Zhao Dashu and his family quickened their eating pace, planning to leave after they were full, to stay away from the scum and trouble.
Zhao Dayu picked up the chopsticks and accurately picked up a piece of fat and lean pork.
Zhao Xiaoyu watched with admiration, thinking that her grandmother's heartlessness was inherited by her uncle.
"Mom, the meat stewed today is very good." He then picked up the second piece.
"Your third brother brought it. It was cooked by Li. It would definitely taste better if it was cooked by Song."
"Well, my third brother's wife is a good cook." After a few words, the husband's half bowl of meat was gone, and no one in the family was polite.
Zhao Dayong was furious.
The dumplings were served on the table and the family ate one at a time. Except for Wang, who ate the dumplings slowly and looked like she was worried about something, everyone else didn't have much appetite. "Sister-in-law, please give me a head of garlic."
"I think you look like a garlic. You ask for so many things, but you broke your hand?" Old man Zhao was irritated when he saw his heartless look. Why didn't he realize that Zhao Daye looked like an old woman before?
"I'm poor, right? I haven't had any oily food for a long time."
Old man Zhao didn't believe a word he said. Didn't he see that he looked like this now? If the boss and the old woman have the same personality, they will never let themselves be wronged.
The money given by the Qian family will definitely not be small, so the boss will definitely not lose out.
Oh, he still can't change his old habits. He eats his fill outside, and when he comes home and sees what their parents have, he's like a wolf entering the village, eating whatever he sees, not wanting to leave any food for them.
Old man Zhao wanted to beat someone up again. The more delicious the boss ate, the angrier he got.
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