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The expressions on the faces of everyone at the table changed.

Little Linlin then asked, "Do country bumpkins taste good?"

The little girl had only ever heard of steamed buns; this was the first time in her life she had heard the term "country bumpkin," and she didn't even realize it was an insult directed at her.

Lin Zhilan laughed and said, "Country bumpkins don't taste good. It's not a nice word, so we won't say it."

Little Linlin nodded blankly, "Baby eats meat buns, baby isn't a country bumpkin, baby is a meat bun."

"Hahaha..." Jiang Chengzhou was amused by his sister.

The incident vanished without a trace, and regardless of what the adults thought, at least Linlin was unaffected.

Outside the door, Su Lei was still crying.

Su Ming coaxed him a few times, then impatiently walked to the side and kicked the snow off the threshold.

My parents always say that my grandparents are biased, but actually, my parents are biased themselves.

He hates his younger brother.

Su Lei cried outside until his throat was hoarse, but Su Ding and Fan Biyun still did not appear.

Lin Zhilan could already see that her parents-in-law looked somewhat depressed and anxious.

She kicked Su Lang's foot under the table and winked at him.

Su Lang understood, "Dad, Mom, I'll go out and take a look."

Su Bingcheng and Xu Yueyun tacitly agreed.

The two elderly people inevitably softened their hearts when it came to their grandchildren.

Su Lang opened the door and went outside, a cold wind hitting her face.

Su Lei squatted in the snow, crying so hard he could barely breathe. His little face was red from the cold, and the snot running from his nose had frozen into ice crystals.

Su Ming stood to the side, kicking the snow on the threshold with an impatient look on his face. When he saw Su Lang come out, he stiffened. "Third Uncle..."

Su Lang didn't respond, but strode over to Su Lei and squatted down.

Su Lei and Jiang Chengzhou are about the same age.

However, their character and conduct have become clearly different.

The saying "a child's character is formed by age three" and "bad bamboo produces good shoots" is always an exception. If this nephew doesn't have a capable elder to manage him, he'll end up like that.

"Shut up!"

Su Lei was sobbing uncontrollably, startled, and instinctively stopped crying, though his body was still trembling.

Su Lang cursed his older brother in his heart.

The couple is irresponsible and doesn't know how to raise children; they're a complete mess!

He carried the two children, one in each hand, into the house.

The heat from the room made Su Lei shiver, and his snot started running down his face again.

Su Lang placed him next to the radiator. "Stand still, don't move!"

Su Ming was also pulled over and stood next to his younger brother.

Two children stood in front of the radiator, one still sobbing, the other with his head down and not saying a word.

Linlin, confused, pointed at Su Lei and asked, "Mommy, what's wrong with him? Isn't his mom coming to pick him up?"

These words undoubtedly dealt another blow to Su Lei, and he burst into tears again.

Jiang Chengzhou picked up a xiaolongbao (soup dumpling) for his younger sister. "Eat your food and ignore them."

Aunt Yu arrived at this time, and when she saw the two children in front of the radiator, she was stunned for a moment, not knowing what was going on.

"Aunt Yu," Lin Zhilan stood up, "do you have any ginger at home?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Aunt Yu put down her things. "There's some in the kitchen."

Lin Zhilan followed her into the kitchen, took a few pieces of old ginger, washed them clean, sliced ​​them thinly without peeling them, put them in a pot, poured in water, and turned on the fire.

After a while, Jiang Chengzhou slipped into the kitchen, stood next to her, and watched the ginger slices in the pot tumbling.

Aunt.

"Um?"

Jiang Chengzhou glanced at Aunt Yu, a hint of displeasure on his face, and whispered, "They just called us country bumpkins, why did you still make ginger soup for them?"

Lin Zhilan kept working with her hands while looking down at him.

Jiang Chengzhou pursed his lips, a small flame flickering in his eyes.

This child is extremely protective of his own.

Lin Zhilan squatted down and whispered in his ear, "Then try a sip and see if it tastes good."

Jiang Chengzhou was taken aback.

Lin Zhilan took a small spoon, scooped some ginger soup from the pot, blew on it, and brought it to his lips.

Jiang Chengzhou took a sip.

The next second, his face scrunched up.

hot!

It's too spicy!

Lin Zhilan looked at him, suppressing a laugh.

Last time he and Yan Yuan fell into the sea, Lin Zhilan also made ginger soup for them.

But it has brown sugar added, so it tastes much better than this.

Jiang Chengzhou rinsed his mouth with water, then suddenly revealed a mischievous smile, his eyes shining.

"Aunt," he whispered to Lin Zhilan, "add two more pieces of ginger."

Lin Zhilan almost burst out laughing.

She bit her lip and nodded, then threw two more pieces of ginger into the pot.

Jiang Chengzhou was satisfied and looked at Aunt Yu.

Aunt Yu lowered her eyes.

Lin Zhilan poked his forehead. "You care about your brothers, are you afraid of letting people know?"

Aunt Yu: "..."

Jiang Chengzhou grinned.

The bad one is his aunt.

Jiang Chengzhou slipped out of the kitchen with his hands behind his back, returned to the living room, and sat down next to his sister, looking completely nonchalant.

Lin Zhilan chuckled to herself in the kitchen for a while. Once the ginger soup was ready, she and Aunt Yu brought it out, one bowl for each of them.

Su Ming took the bowl, took a sip, his expression changed, and his eyes glanced at his younger brother.

Su Lei still had tear stains on his face, but his face was cold and painful. Seeing that the ginger soup was hot, he picked up the bowl and drank it.

The moment it enters your mouth, a pungent spiciness hits your nasal cavity.

He opened his mouth as if to spit out the ginger soup.

"Try throwing up if you dare." Su Lang's voice came from the side, neither loud nor soft.

Su Lei shuddered, tears welling up again, but he didn't dare to spit it out and forced himself to swallow the mouthful of ginger soup.

He sniffled, his eyes brimming with tears as he stared at the remaining ginger soup in the bowl, his face scrunched up in a grimace.

Linlin shrugged and said to her grandparents, "If you don't behave, you have to drink spicy soup."

Xu Yueyun smiled and pinched her cheek. "Our good girl is right."

Su Bingcheng's face burned.

He knew that Su Lang didn't have a good impression of his older brother now, but when he called his younger son before, he had praised Su Ming and Su Lei to Su Lang.

He thought that even if his son's generation didn't get along, it would be fine if his grandchildren got along well.

This morning's commotion has ruined everything!

He didn't realize that with his patriarchal mindset, it would be difficult for the next generation to realize his ideas unless someone like him appeared.

Clearly, Su Lang is not that kind of person.

Although he took his nephew in to raise him, it was out of consideration for his elder sister, not out of any so-called "family responsibility".

Over there, the two brothers dawdled and refused to drink.

Su Lang said coldly, "Drink everything in your bowl!"

Su Lei was afraid of his rarely seen but fierce third uncle, so he insisted on holding the bowl and drinking the hot and spicy ginger soup.

My lips were swollen from the spiciness when I put the bowl down.

Tears and a nose, just wiped away with a sleeve.

Su Ming was a bit better than him. He finished his drink in silence, put the bowl on the table, and leaned against the heater, keeping his head down and not saying a word.

Su Lang said, "Mom and Dad, I'll take them home, and I'll also take Zhilan and the children out for a walk."

Lin Zhilan looked out the window.

The snow stopped, the sun came out, and shone brightly on the snow-covered ground.

The group went out the door.