Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11443

Small four-bedroom apartment.

The egg fried rice had been prepared long ago and was rolled up in the pan. The golden egg fluff was wrapped around the white rice grains. The egg fried rice, which was fried with a mixture of lard and rapeseed oil, was particularly fragrant.

Next to the egg fried rice, Liu Jinchuan placed several small bowls of dishes, including pickled mustard greens and pork intestines, and braised pork elbow that she packed back from the restaurant at noon.

In addition, Liu Jinchuan also picked up a bowl of pickled cabbage that she made herself from the row of jars of different heights, thicknesses and sizes at the foot of the wall outside the kitchen.

Two pickled cucumbers, a few chopsticks of pickled beans, a few pickled peppers, etc., put them in a pan with hot oil, and it’s perfect to go with egg fried rice.

As for the remaining three or five steamed dumplings with pork and corn kernels, Liu Jinchuan put them in a small bowl. Liangliang slept for a while and woke up hungry again. At this moment, Liu Jinchuan stuffed Liangliang, who had just woken up, to Kang Xiaozi.

Kang Xiaozi was still sitting at the stove with Liangliang sitting on his lap. Liu Jinchuan was squatting beside him, holding a small bowl in her hand, feeding Liangliang steamed dumplings.

There was still a fire in the stove that had not been completely extinguished, and Kang would occasionally stuff a handful of pine needles into it to keep the pot warm.

At this moment, the stove mouth was warm. The three of them huddled here, feeding the child, and keeping the night and the night wind outside the kitchen. It was cozy, comfortable and warm.

The couple talked about a wide range of topics, chatting about whatever came to mind.

For example, what happened when we went to the town for a banquet today. There were some dishes at the banquet that I had never seen before. They were very delicious and novel. I didn’t know how they were made. Next time I will ask Sister Qing’er for the recipe and then try making them at home.

For example, discussing the affairs of Yang Huamei and Xu Qiaohong, and guessing what will happen next.

For another example, Qingming Festival is just over half a month away. My three sisters, especially the third sister Juer, came back before the New Year. I wonder if they will take the time to go back to their parents' home for a reunion during this year's Qingming Festival.

While the couple were chatting about these trivial matters, Liangliang also finished up the three or five steamed dumplings in the bowl.

The steamed dumplings are slightly bigger than the ones we make at home, and the fillings are also well-seasoned. Liangliang, who is a picky eater, loves them very much.

Liu Jinchuan and Kang Xiaozi looked at each other quietly. They were both secretly happy and reached a tacit understanding. Kang Xiaozi said, "Tomorrow when I get off work, I will go to the rice shop in Wa City to see if I can buy some corn kernels."

Wheat flour, pork, and onions are easy to get, the key is the corn kernels.

This year's corn has not yet filled with grain, so it can only be eaten in summer. Even if there are corn kernels in the rice shops, they are leftovers from previous years, and the price may not be low.

I don’t care about that. Liangliang likes to eat dumplings stuffed with corn kernels and pork. No matter how expensive it is, I have to get some back for my child. If it’s not expensive, I’ll buy more. If it’s expensive, I’ll buy less!

However, when he thought of the dumplings stuffed with corn kernels and pork, Kang Xiaozi himself felt hungry and his stomach began to growl.

Liangliang seemed to have discovered a new world. He patted Kang Xiaozi's belly with his little hands and said incoherently: "Daddy, gu gu, little Dudu wants duck rice!"

Kang Xiaozi also rubbed Liangliang's belly and teased him with a smile: "How's your belly? Are you still hungry? Do you want to eat?"

Liangliang shook his little head like a rattle, "I'm not hungry, little Dudu, I'm full!" "It's good when you're full." The father and son put their big heads and small heads together and started playing the bull-butting game.

Liu Jinchuan had already stood up and was washing the small bowl used by Liangliang. Hearing the laughter of the father and son, a gentle and satisfied smile appeared on her face, but she couldn't help turning her head to look at the night outside the house, and she began to murmur in her heart.

It took almost half an hour for my father-in-law to deliver dumplings to my mother-in-law at the old house.

Even if I stayed in the west room, waiting for my mother-in-law to slowly finish eating the dumplings and then walked back and forth, I should have come back long ago.

"Kang boy, give Liangliang to me and go to the old house to pick up our father!"

After hearing Liu Jinchuan's reminder, Kang Xiaozi also realized that Yang Huaming took a long time to deliver dinner today. If he didn't come back soon, the fried rice in the pot would become mushy after repeated heating. He and Jinchuan were both hungry and waiting for their father to come back for dinner!

"Okay, I'll go check it out. I hope they're not quarreling again!"

When Kang Xiaozi thought about the scene of having to mediate a fight when he went to the west room of the old house, he felt an inexplicable resistance in his heart.

Especially the insults my mother used on me, saying that I was unfilial and a heartless son who didn’t help others in need…

Whenever he heard these words, Kang Xiaozi would feel particularly annoyed, annoyed, inferior, and guilty...

If possible, he really wanted to yell at his mother and ask her who had put him in such an embarrassing situation?

She would always tell him about her merits and hard work, saying that if she hadn't given birth to him, there would be no Kang Xiaozi in this world, so he had to be filial to her and obey her because she gave him his life...

Haha, this time, because my mother secretly hid the Tai Sui meat and refused to admit her mistake, my father locked my mother in the west room to reflect on her mistakes.

One day when I went to deliver food, my mother scolded me again, blaming me for not fulfilling my son's duty and not being able to rescue her. She said that I was already a father, but Yang Huaming, the fake father, was in charge of the fourth room. She said that I was not a man and could not support her...

That day, Kang Xiaozi collapsed.

He still clearly remembered that he kicked over the stool in the west room. He yelled until his throat was about to break. He cried bitterly and expressed the thoughts and grievances that had been buried deep in his heart for all these years.

If she couldn't give birth to a son with her real husband, he, Kang Xiaozi, would rather not come into this world than live in this world as an illegitimate child!

What is a fake father? What is a real father?

In Kang Xiaozi's memory, it was Yang Huaming, his fake father, who took care of him all the way up and treated him as his own son.

And what did Yang Huaan's so-called biological father do for him? Even if that biological father had not died early, he would not have done anything to him.

My brother's wife had an affair with her husband's uncle and gave birth to a child, which in itself is a shameful thing.

As a woman, shouldn't you reflect on your actions thoroughly? Are you still feeling proud?

So after Kang had a big fight with Liu in the west room that day, he poured out all his thoughts over the years. Liu couldn't get a word in at the time. In the end, she was petrified. She sat on the ground in a daze, with her hair disheveled, as if she was stupid.

Kang Xiaozi himself was not in a much better condition. After saying what he needed to say, he felt exhausted. He opened the door and stumbled back to his new house at the entrance of the village.

Since then, he hasn't been to the old house once in the past ten days!

Tonight, if he hadn't come to see how his father was doing, why hadn't Kang gone back to eat? He himself didn't want to come to the old house. He didn't want to see his mother, the woman who gave birth to him!