Chapter 419 The first is mine (10)
Seeing Yang Cui return home, Zhou Jinbao was symbolically happy. He quickly realized that Yang Cui was no match for Zhou Ye, so he continued to lie down and work hard. The sweat beads on his head rolled down and formed a ball on the ground. Small puddle.
Zhou Ye was sitting in the rocking chair and turned to look when he heard the door open.
Yang Cui held a hoe in her hand and looked at her son lying at her daughter's feet. The woman glared at Zhou Ye angrily.
"How could you bully your brother like this!"
Zhou Ye kicked Zhou Jinbao, who quickly shook his head.
"No, my sister didn't bully me. I was playing with my sister."
Anyway, his mother couldn't protect him, and if he dared to file a complaint now, he would inevitably get another meal of fried meat with a wooden stick. Zhou Jinbao was really scared. As long as Zhou Ye didn't beat him, he could do anything he wanted.
Moreover, Zhou Ye was very kind to him today. Not only did he not beat him, he also gave him fruits to eat.
Zhou Jinbao no longer cared about being beaten before, and was even satisfied because Zhou Ye was nicer to him.
Yang Cui looked at her son's bearish behavior and wanted to get angry but didn't know how to vent his anger. After a tiring day, he still had to cook and wash clothes.
Zhou Ye used to do all the work at home, including washing clothes, cooking and taking care of the rapeseed flowers behind the house.
It's better now, but Zhou Ye has rebelled, and his baby is sick, so she can only do all the work at home.
"Hmph!"
No matter how angry she was, Yang Cui couldn't bear to starve her precious son.
The family's money has been spent on buying a house in the town. The house has not been built yet, so it is impossible to move out. The whole family needs to eat, and she has to go out to work every day. Once she goes out, there is no one in the house except one. The only ones who are old enough are Zhou Jinbao and Zhou Ye.
Yang Cui's heart felt like it was fried when she thought of her precious son being so abused when she was not at home.
The woman got into the kitchen and shouted outside after a while.
"Put the chopsticks, the bowl, and eat!"
A small, square table, with four people each occupying one side.
There was a plate of green vegetables on the table, without even oil, and two cloves of garlic. Other than that, it was just a bowl of porridge for each person. Zhou Ye sat without moving his chopsticks.
Yang Cui held the bowl by herself and sucked along the edge of the bowl.
"Eat, why don't you eat?"
The old lady didn't look at Zhou Ye seriously. She put the vegetables on the plate into the bowl, got up and went back to the house.
This time, there were only a few vegetable leaves left on the plate.
Zhou Jinbao threw his chopsticks away in dissatisfaction and stamped his feet.
"Why are there only these? Where is the meat? Why is there no meat! You said you would make dumplings for me, but where are the dumplings!!"
Yang Cui gave him a cold look and knocked on the bowl.
"That's all. The family has no money. I love to eat but I don't want to eat."
When she said this, the woman glanced at Zhou Ye sitting aside, sneered calmly, and continued to drink porridge with her head down.
Zhou Jinbao was very angry. He was afraid of Zhou Ye, but he was not afraid of Yang Cui.
After not eating for a long time, he was very hungry. Even so, he didn't want to drink porridge, so he threw the bowl away, stood up and sat on the ground.
"I won't eat. I'll starve to death. I won't eat these!"
"Starve to death, you useless thing!"
As he spoke, Yang Cui poured his bowl of porridge into his own bowl and sucked it.
From beginning to end, Zhou Ye didn't speak or move his chopsticks.
Around seven o'clock in the evening, it was getting dark, and every household closed their doors to sleep.
Zhou Ye slept alone in a room. On the clean sheets, the little girl crossed her legs, opened her eyes and stared at the beams above her head.
(End of chapter)