Chapter 1191 The Male Protagonist’s White Moonlight 22
The youngest grandson of the Pu family, Dandan, stood at the door of the kitchen in the side room, staring at the meat on the table in the room, smashing it, "Grandma, I want to eat meat."
Father Pu sighed and said, "Come in, grandpa will serve you a meal."
"Grandpa, I want to eat braised pork."
"Okay, grandpa will clip it for you."
Pu's father served him rice, put three pieces of braised pork and a few pieces of fried tofu, put the rice bowl in front of him, "Eat."
"I'll go home and eat."
Dandan picked up the bowl and ran away quickly.
After a while, the four children of the Pu family came running with an empty bowl, "Grandpa, I also want to eat braised pork."
"Grandpa, you gave me Dandan to eat, and I want to eat it too."
"Grandpa, I also want the three largest pieces of braised pork."
"Grandpa, I want four yuan."
Pu's mother cooked large pieces of braised pork, which cost more than 20 yuan per plate. Each of the five children shared three pieces, and the plate was full.
Pu's mother, Yuan Chun and Dabao each ate only one piece. Before Pu's father could eat, the whole plate of braised pork was gone. When the children saw that there was no meat, they started to ask for fried tofu.
After all the dishes were placed on the table, the children left.
The four of us had just finished our meal when the food was gone.
Mother Pu said, "There is still a handful of green vegetables in the kitchen. I will fry them and fry some eggs. You guys will wait a moment."
"Mom, stop frying, let's just eat some pickles."
"The pickles...are the ones you brought last time." Mrs. Pu's eyes were a little red, "It's my fault. It's rare for you and Dabao to stay for a meal, and I let you eat white rice."
"Mom, it's okay, we are all a family."
"Aihong, stop fussing. Even if you scrambled eggs, you can't eat them." Father Pu glanced towards the main room and saw several children looking secretly this way.
These children were taught badly by the two daughters-in-law.
Hey... Father Pu sighed, picked up the plate with braised pork, poured the soup into Dabao's bowl, and said with a smile, "Dabao, this broth is very fragrant. You can eat it with rice. Come next time, grandpa I’ll buy you some roast chicken.”
"If you don't want to eat roast chicken, it's expensive, and grandpa doesn't have money. Dabao can just drink vegetable soup." Dabao said that he was serious about what he said, and he buried his head in eating.
Father Pu rubbed Dabao's head and said to his daughter, "You taught Dabao to be very sensible. He is also a poor child. Take good care of him in the future."
"Dad, this is my son. If I don't love him, who else can I love?"
Yuan Chun poured the remaining mouthful of broth into Pu's father's bowl and said, "Dad, let's eat. The fried sour beans are more delicious than the meat."
"Well, let's eat."
Four people eat a bowl of pickles.
After the meal, Yuanchun said, "It's getting late. Dabao and I are going back first. You go to bed early."
"Ask your dad to take you back."
"No, Mom, I'll call a rickshaw."
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"You have to pay for the rickshaw. Let your dad take you back on a bicycle."
Pu's father had already helped the bicycle out, so Yuanchun had to let Dabao climb to the front of the bicycle and sit on the horizontal bar, while she sat behind.
The Pu family is not far from the tractor factory. Fifteen minutes later, the bicycle stopped in front of Yuanchun's house.
"Dad, wait a minute, I'll get you something."
"Don't take it. Keep it for sale. I'm going back."
Park's father got on his bicycle and left.
Yuanchun didn't even stop shouting.
On the morning of the next day, Yuanchun came back from sending Dabao to school and saw Zheng Nanxin standing at the door of her courtyard. He was wearing a woolen coat that reached to his knees, looking elegant.
"Yuan Chun, I'm back." He is gentle and elegant, and his deep voice is like a hook, which can draw people's hearts away.