Mind reading, taking the rental house through the whole village crying

Chapter 398 The father and son who depend on each other

"Knock knock—" There were two knocks on the door.

There was no sound from inside, so Jiang Fubao walked straight in.

"Jiang Kang? Are you there?" She looked around the yard and didn't see Jiang Kang.

Just as I was about to go look in the house, I saw Jiang Kang coming out of the kitchen with a dark face.

His body and face were covered with charcoal ash.

It looks very funny.

"Beautiful, beautiful!" Seeing Jiang Fubao coming to his house, Jiang Kang's already curved mouth corners turned up even more.

His eyes sparkled like gems against his dark face.

The long eyelashes fluttered.

It is said that sons take after their mothers and daughters take after their fathers.

The only thing Sun Xiaotao left to Jiang Kang was probably her good looks.

"Hey, why did you turn into a cat? What are you doing in the kitchen?" Jiang Fubao came to the kitchen curiously and looked around carefully.

"Wow." Then she exclaimed.

Jiang Kang's kitchen was in a mess, with firewood piled randomly on the ground.

There was still smoke coming out of the stove.

It's really choking inside.

It seems the chimney is blocked.

Jiang Kang just said that his father was not at home, so he turned on the stove himself? Jiang Fubao hurried over, opened the pot lid and took a look, and was stunned.

In the pot, there is cabbage cooked in clear water.

The cabbage was not washed clean and there was mud on it.

It's hard to swallow just by looking at it.

"Is this your New Year's Eve dinner?" Jiang Fubao lowered his head and looked at Jiang Kang.

"Well, food, food, good, eat." Jiang Kang smacked his lips, without a trace of disgust on his face, as if what was cooking in the pot was some unparalleled delicacy.

After saying this, his stomach growled several times with hunger.

It seemed a bit noisy in the quiet kitchen.

"Where is your father?" Today is New Year's Eve.

Not only is he not at home, but he also leaves Jiang Kang alone at home. Are you really not afraid that something might happen to the child?

Are all fathers so generous?

Jiang Fubao was speechless.

What a poor child! He is only three years old and has to cook for himself.

In modern times, children of this age are still little babies nestling in their parents’ arms.

It's true that children from poor families grow up early.

Jiang Fubao couldn't bear to see this kind of scene.

"Go, work, live, stay healthy." Jiang Kang would answer every question, if it weren't for the difficulty in speaking.

Jiang Fubao didn't think he was a silly kid at all.

"Don't eat this dish. It's not clean. Be careful of getting diarrhea. Here, I brought you some food." Jiang Fubao then remembered why she came to see Jiang Kang.

After saying that, she put the bowl and chopsticks in Jiang Kang's hands.

Signal him to sit down and eat quickly, otherwise the food will get cold.

When Jiang Kang saw the meat in the bowl, his saliva fell into the bowl and even wet the dishes.

"Thank you, beautiful, beautiful."

After saying this with difficulty, Jiang Kang sat down on a low stool and ate voraciously.

Because I ate too fast, I choked several times.

He took an empty bowl, climbed onto a stool, scooped a bowl of water from the jar, and gulped down several mouthfuls.

The water is so cold that it freezes my hands to the touch.

But Jiang Kang didn't even frown when he drank.

I guess I've drunk it so many times that I'm used to it.

"Cough cough cough." The air in the kitchen became increasingly stuffy. Jiang Fubao coughed several times and quickly took out the firewood from the stove.

Put out the fire.

Otherwise this little guy will set the house on fire.

That would be adding insult to injury.

Only after he finished eating did Jiang Fubao go home with his empty bowl and chopsticks.

After having a full stomach, Jiang Kang slept on the straw in the kitchen, feeling the residual warmth from the stove, waiting for his father to come back.

The snow outside is getting heavier.

All the children playing in the village were taken home by their adults.

Jiang Fubao also snuggled beside his grandmother, warming himself by the fire and listening to his grandfather tell stories about hunting in the past.

Outside the village, a man covered in pale skin was walking home with heavy steps.

"Kang'er, Kang'er~"

"Look what good things Dad has brought you." Jiang Zhuzi walked into the yard, brushed off the snow on his body, and then took out an oil-paper bag from his arms.

His eyes searched everywhere for his son.

"Dad, Dad." Jiang Kang was awakened. He got up from the straw pile and ran to the yard.

"Look, Daddy bought you some meat buns, but they're cold. I'll heat them up for you later. Kang'er, just eat meat buns today, okay?" Jiang Zhuzi raised the oil-paper bag in his hand and smiled dotingly.

"Stomach, stomach, full, full, delicious, delicious, give, food, eat, meat, bun, for, dad."

Jiang Kang shook his head.

Pointing to her bulging belly, she said to her father.

"Are you full? Who is Meimei? What did I give you to eat?" Jiang Zhuzi looked confused.

"That's right, Mei Mei, give Kang some meat." Jiang Kang opened his mouth and pointed to his throat.

He couldn't describe it, and there was anxiety on his face.

"Okay, go to the kitchen. Daddy will cook some cabbage soup for you. Look, your hands are cold. Your body will be warm after drinking it." Jiang Zhuzi knew that his son was a little stupid, so he didn't ask any more questions.

He held his son's hand and went to the kitchen together.

The cabbage in the pot was still lying there.

It was stained with mud, making it particularly eye-catching.

Jiang Zhuzi felt a little sad, as the father and son depended on each other for survival.

If I don't go to town to do odd jobs, I won't be able to support my son.

The family had no land, so they could only rent land for farming. When Sun Xiaotao ran away, he took all the money with him. His son fell ill again a few years ago. If his biological mother and stepfather had not given him three hundred yuan, he would have had no money to treat his son.

The family was extremely poor.

So much so that I couldn’t even be with my son on New Year’s Eve.

The wages I earned today were much higher than usual.

Excluding the money he spent on the meat buns, he still had twenty-seven cents in his pocket.

I feel a little safer.

Jiang Zhuzi forced himself to smile and said to his son, "Kang'er, Daddy won't go to work tomorrow, okay? Take Kang'er to see grandma and grandpa."

Thanks to the life-saving money, my son was able to save his life.

So Jiang Zhuzi has changed his way of calling his stepfather "daddy".

The relationship with my mother also eased.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, he decided to take his son to pay New Year's greetings.

"Okay!" Jiang Kang likes grandma and grandpa, so his smile is much more sincere.

Looking at his son who talked much more than usual, Jiang Zhuzi felt that life finally had some hope.

He took the cabbage out of the pot and washed it again, changing the muddy water.

The frozen body slowly warmed up after the stove was lit.

The father and son drank some hot cabbage soup.

Just went back to bed and lay down.

As for the meat buns, they were placed on the table in the yard. It was cold outside, and the meat buns were frozen hard in a short time, so they would not go bad even if they were left until the next day.

It was getting darker.

After staying up until midnight and setting off firecrackers, Jiang Fubao changed into pajamas and slept in the warm bed.

Under the pillow are the New Year's money given by my grandpa, parents, uncles, and aunts.

Many red paper packages were stacked together, so thick.

Jiang Fubao felt very uncomfortable.

Move the red paper package to the left, and she sleeps on the right side of the pillow, which makes her more comfortable.