My younger brothers are so fierce!!! I'm clearly the eldest brother!

When Nam Yoon-ah contacted Zhou De through the system, Zhou De was squatting in a rented room in an urban village, holding a bowl of instant noodles, his cloudy eyes staring at the yellowed family photo on the wall.

In the photo, the wife stands in the middle, and the son, dressed in a clean and tidy school uniform, smiles shyly.

Before the car accident, his wife stayed at home to take care of their son while he drove a truck. Although it was tiring, he earned enough money for household expenses and could even save some. His son was a good student and filial, and the family of three lived a good life.

After the car accident, everything changed. He was sentenced to three years for drunk driving and crashing into another car. Although the car that cut in saved his life, he also lost half of his leg, suffering a comminuted fracture. Due to lack of timely treatment, he was left with a lifelong disability and now walks with a limp.

His wife filed for divorce in the second year of his imprisonment and took their son with her. During visits, his son looked at him like he was a stranger, devoid of the former respect, and even filled with hatred.

Zhou De still remembers what his son said: "Dad, why did you drink and drive? Do you know that my classmates all asked me if your dad is a murderer?"

Two months ago, on the day he was released from prison, no one came to pick him up. His rented room in the urban village cost 300 yuan a month; it was damp, dark, and the paint was peeling. He couldn't find a job. When he got divorced, he gave most of his money to his wife and son, and the rest was barely enough to pay for lawyers and medical expenses.

He tried working at construction sites for the past two months, but they rejected him because of his limp and advanced age. He failed the medical exam for security guard, and even picking up trash in urban villages was less appealing than being a beggar.

Three years have passed, and technology has advanced rapidly. Inside, there were many things he didn't know. After he came out, he didn't even know what people were talking about. He had long since become completely out of touch with society.

For the past three years, Zhou De has been unable to sleep well at night, his mind constantly filled with images of the car accident that day: the blinding headlights, the violent impact, and the exploding airbags.

He wasn't addicted to smoking or drinking, but that day someone treated him to dinner, and he couldn't resist drinking a bit too much at the table. Just then, someone called to urge delivery, and he thought he was perfectly clear-headed and wouldn't have an accident while driving...

If that car hadn't cut in from the side that day, he would have collided with another car, and both cars would have plunged off the cliff, leaving no trace of him.

A distinctly mechanical voice came from the worn-out phone, "Zhou De, have you thought it through? Just do as I say, and I'll give you a million if you get it done."

Zhou De's hand holding the phone trembled, spilling half of the instant noodle soup. "I don't want to..."

"I'm just letting you do what you're best at. Didn't you already crash and burn three years ago?" Nam Yoon-ah smiled disdainfully. "Think about your wife and son. It's not easy for a single mother to raise a son alone. Your son has good grades. He'll need money for college and starting a family in the future."

Zhou De's throat tightened.

My wife now works as a server in a restaurant, and my son has stopped all the extracurricular classes he used to attend in order to save money.

Nam Yoon-ah knew that Zhou De was wavering, so she continued, "Have you thought it through? One million is enough for your son to finish university."

Zhou De remained silent for a long time. The musty smell in the rented room, mixed with the greasy aroma of instant noodles, made one's eyes sting.

Zhou De carefully stroked the family photo, and murky tears streamed from his eyes.

Zhou De squeezed his eyes shut and hardened his heart. "Two million. Transfer one million to me first."

Nam Yoon-ah sneered, not caring about the money. "Okay, I'll transfer one million to your card later. The rest will be yours later. I'll call you again when I need you to take action."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou De was stunned for a long time, then covered his face and cried bitterly. He had traded his life for two million, it was worth it.

After receiving the remittance of one million, Zhou De immediately transferred it to his ex-wife's account, with the note stating that it was a voluntary gift.

Time passed slowly amidst Zhou De's unease and anxiety.

The year was completely over. Bai Xin returned to Beijing after his annual leave. On the day he came to pick up Jiang Guanqing to go to work, the trunk was packed full of local specialties and food made by his family: dried sweet potato noodles, dried sweet potatoes, roasted pumpkin seeds, cured meat, sausages, and pickled vegetables...

Jiang Guanqing stood by the car, looking at the trunk overflowing with things, his brows furrowing slightly. "Why did you bring so much? Do you have any more at home?"

Bai Xin smiled and nodded, "Mr. Jiang, have you forgotten? My family runs a farmhouse restaurant, and all these things are made by my grandma and her family themselves. There's plenty of it."

"Okay." Jiang Guanqing was happy. Everything Bai Xin brought was super delicious. The dried sweet potatoes were delicious, and the cooked sweet potato noodles were also super delicious. There was also sauerkraut. The sauerkraut at Bai Xin's house was different from the ones you buy outside. It was all super delicious.

Large and small bags filled a corner of the living room. Jiang Guanqing squatted on the ground, "inspected" the area, took a bag of dried sweet potatoes and put it in his pocket, and then followed Bai Xin to the company.

That evening, Auntie prepared a table full of food that Bai Xin had brought: pickled cabbage and vermicelli, pickled cabbage fish, as well as sausage and cured pork. Because he liked it, Jiang Guanqing ate an extra half bowl of rice.

Bai Xin noticed this and couldn't suppress the smile on his lips. President Jiang still really liked his parents' and grandmother's cooking. He should ask his parents and grandmother to make more this year.

Jiang Guanqing ate his fill and sat on the sofa to digest. Half an hour later, a bag of traditional Chinese medicine was handed to him.

Jiang Guanqing was drinking Chinese medicine with a sullen face in the corner when Bai Xin walked over to Jiang Yan's side.

"Jiang Yan, please keep the dried sweet potatoes I brought today. Mr. Jiang brought a whole bag, and it's almost gone."

A bag? The amount Bai Xin brought was quite large, at least a pound in one bag. Did he eat it all?

"You didn't eat much for lunch, did you?" Jiang Yan asked with certainty. Jiang Guanqing had a small appetite to begin with, so he definitely couldn't eat much more after eating so many dried sweet potatoes.

Bai Xin nodded, "Yeah, I only ate a little bit." He didn't even finish the little bit.

Jiang Yan sighed helplessly, "Okay, I'll put away the rest of the dried sweet potatoes later."

Jiang Guanqing was struggling to drink her medicine, unaware that her little snack was about to be moved to another location.

Before going to work the next day, Jiang Guanqing went to the cabinet and found that the snack cabinet that was full of snacks yesterday was now empty.

Isn't it supposed to be here? Did he remember wrong?

Jiang Guanqing's eyes were blank.

I searched through the other snack cabinets, but couldn't find any dried sweet potatoes.

Did the younger brothers eat it?

Jiang Guanqing pursed his lips. Okay, he had secretly eaten a whole bag by himself yesterday, and the rest was originally meant for his younger brothers.

Jiang Guanqing composed herself and went to work. Although she had mentally reassured herself, she still couldn't help feeling a little down.

But the dried sweet potatoes are delicious; the ones you buy outside are different from the ones I brought myself.

Before Jiang Guanqing could even get into the car, Jiang Yan came over, holding two individually sealed dried sweet potatoes.

"Big brother, here you go. You can only eat two today."

The dried sweet potatoes are quite large, each one is as long as a palm. He eats one in the morning and one in the afternoon, so it won't affect Jiang Guanqing's meals.

Jiang Guanqing, holding the dried sweet potato, seemed a little confused. "Weren't they all gone?"

Jiang Yan was taken aback. "I've put them away. From now on, you can only eat two a day at most."

Jiang Guanqing was happy, but still shook his head, "No need, the dried sweet potatoes are delicious, you and Xiaozhu can share them."

Jiang Yanxin softened, "Yes, we'll eat." Of course they wouldn't eat; what were their younger brothers going to eat? They didn't want to eat at all.