Old Deng is reborn in the 1980s, and he starts by severing his father-son relationship!

Chen Deshun entered the house and first poured water for the elderly couple.

The old man was indeed thirsty, and he gulped down the enamel mug, but the old woman didn't drink.

Her eyes swept around the room like searchlights, and then her brows furrowed.

"Tsk, Chen Deshun, you're supposed to be a worker in a state-owned factory, look at the state you've become!"

Grandma Shen walked to the window, touched the cracked glass taped up with her fingers, then turned to look at the corner of the wall, at the solid wood wardrobe with a piece of paint missing and one leg propped up with a brick. Her lips curled into an even wider smirk.

"It's not that I'm being mean."

Grandma Shen turned around and looked at her son: "You've settled down in the city now, but look at this house, what makes it look like a home? The windows are drafty, the benches are missing parts. Apart from the house the factory allocated to you, there's nothing else in the house."

Chen Deshun stood there with his head down. Actually, it wasn't too bad. The windows had been covered with paper. These days, whose furniture doesn't have some "old scars"? But he didn't refute it, looking like he was humbly accepting criticism and education.

She silently planned that once the Huang family's compensation arrived, she would definitely tidy up the house, throwing away what needed to be thrown away and replacing what needed to be replaced.

"You're in your forties now, not a child anymore. Say less." Chen Baotian put down his water glass, coughed lightly, and nudged his wife's arm.

Grandma Shen glared at Chen Deshun, looking at him with a mixture of disappointment and anger.

Looking around the room, apart from the brand-new portrait of Chairman Mao on the wall and the "Production Model Worker" certificate, everything else bore the marks of old damage.

If it were a poor family or someone who was unemployed, she wouldn't say anything. But Chen Deshun worked in a large state-owned factory and earned a decent salary. Even if his wife left, he shouldn't be living like this.

Sigh, how can you make a living with just a strong will?

But the old man was right, the children were all grown up. She sighed and didn't continue the topic. She changed the subject and asked, "What's wrong with your eldest son? He ran to the village before dawn, crying and complaining to us."

When asked about this, Chen Deshun was speechless. He sat down opposite the elderly couple and revealed all the messes that Chen Jianguo's family had done.

After listening, the room fell into a long silence.

The old man's chest heaved violently, and his face turned bright red; he was clearly furious.

The elderly couple went through so much trouble to send their son to the city so he could have a stable job, but this brat has taken his parents' hard-earned money to his in-laws' house to help them out, and even tried to steal his father's job! Selling his job for his future?

Is he the only one in this family? What will happen to his younger siblings if his dad loses his job?!

Old Mrs. Shen's face was ashen, and she remained silent.

When I was a child, I felt that my eldest son was rebellious by nature. Later, he was recommended to go to university, and I thought I had misjudged him. I never expected that my childhood premonition would actually come true.

She looked at her son with some heartache, and was just about to say something to comfort him when she heard a noise coming from the gate of the courtyard.

Chen Jianguo's return was really ill-timed; she still had many questions to ask, but there was no rush.

"I'm back."

Chen Jianguo carried a net bag of vegetables into the house and placed it on the table like a treasure.

Grandma Shen's gaze fell on the dishes on the table: shredded tofu, tofu puffs, green beans, white radish, and Chinese cabbage.

His old face turned white and green, then green and white again, until it was the same color as the large cabbage on the table.

She beckoned to Chen Jianguo, forcing a smile, "My dear grandson, come here!"

"What's wrong, Grandma?" Chen Jianguo shook his aching arms; it had taken him a lot of effort to carry that bag of groceries back.

Grandma Shen poked his chest repeatedly with her finger: "Have you ever bought groceries or cooked at home? What kind of proper cook buys groceries like this? Your grandfather and I are still here, and you can't even bear to buy a piece of meat?"

Before Chen Jianguo could answer, she picked up a strand of tofu and poked at a tofu puff: "What? Are you planning to have a tofu feast for us at noon today? Can this stuff be a main dish to fill us up?"

"Look at these green beans you bought. Fine, I'll say you bought one that can be cooked on its own, but couldn't you have picked something better? They all look so droopy, just like you."

Grandma Shen's gaze swept over the radishes and cabbages, she almost rolled her eyes, and said irritably, "Are you planning to feed this to rabbits? How about I cook you another pot of 'Jade and Emerald Soup' so you can just drink water and be full!"

The old man smacked his lips and chimed in, "Midday is the most important meal of the day, and you've prepared this pile of mushy vegetables that's like scraping your guts, and these oily bean curd bits! I'm asking you, where's the staple food? If you could at least buy a big piece of fat to render oil, your grandma and I wouldn't say anything, but look at these rotten vegetable leaves you bought, feeding them..."

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but seeing the stern look in his wife's eyes, he swallowed the word "livestock" back down.

Milk really hasn't changed at all; her mouth is still as sharp as ever, and her insults are always roundabout and never repeated.

Chen Jianguo looked embarrassed. He wanted to argue, but he didn't dare to yell at his grandparents.

I could only mutter to myself... They didn't make it clear when they bought it, and now they're blaming me? Besides, Grandma told me to buy groceries, not rice or noodles. And buying groceries and cooking are women's jobs, so it's normal for a grown man like me not to know.

Liu Rui usually takes care of these things at home. He went to the market just now and bought some vegetables that were cheap. He wasn't here to eat anyway, so he figured he could just eat whatever he could find. He never expected his grandparents to have such strong opinions.

One can't help but wonder, are conditions in the countryside really that good now? People are even complaining about ordinary home-cooked meals?

It's not that the village is well-off, but rather that the old couple had inquired about Chen Jianguo's salary while chatting with Chen Deshun. Both of them are employed and earn nearly a hundred yuan a month. This stingy man invited them all the way here, and this is what he serves them?

Chen Deshun put on a stern face and pressed his advantage: "Chen Jianguo, you brought your grandparents all the way here, and all you give them is cabbage scraps? You're really filial."

Seeing the undisguised disappointment on his grandparents' faces, Chen Jianguo felt a sudden urgency.

The matter isn't settled yet; we can't afford to mess things up at this crucial moment! He said urgently, "Dad, didn't you take all our money yesterday? Where am I supposed to get any money now?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Deshun seemed to remember something and suddenly laughed: "I hadn't thought of that until you mentioned it. Your company pays salaries today, right? We agreed before that you would give one-third of your salary to your family every month."

broken!

Chen Jianguo was stunned; he hadn't expected Chen Deshun to have such a good memory.

Chen Deshun looked at him with a half-smile: "What, do you want to go back on your word? I still have the guarantee you wrote, and the neighbors and Director Yang can all testify to it."

Chen Jianguo cursed himself in his heart. Why did he have to bring this up?

His expression shifted between anger and uncertainty as he looked at Chen Deshun, gritted his teeth, and said, "Dad, as long as you give me back the bankbook, I'll take you and Grandpa and Grandma over right now to whatever you want to eat."