Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Under the soft and warm light, the aroma of food fills the air.

On the Jia family's dining table, a dish of braised beef, a plate of cold pig ears, shredded jellyfish, pork skin jelly, etc. were placed in order.

It was dinner time, and Banggeng and Xiaodang, who had just returned from school, were looking at the food on the table with salivating eyes, their eyes seemed to be glowing green.

Especially Bang Geng, who was just about to stretch out his hand to eat like a naughty monkey, when Qin Huairu, who was prepared, hit him viciously with a bamboo stick.

"You are so disrespectful. Your grandma hasn't even started eating yet. Why are you so impatient? If you are so impatient, watch your butt."

The one who was hit by the bamboo stick made a face and rubbed the wound, saying aggrievedly: "Mom, I was wrong, but I'm so hungry. What should I do if I can't grow strong if I'm hungry? How about I eat first..."

If it were any other time, Qin Huairu, who was used to spoiling her children, would definitely be extremely heartbroken.

But now Qin Huairu has long been persuaded and educated by Li Weijun to have the character of a strict mother, especially believing that beatings can make a filial son.

So in the face of Bang Geng's pleading for mercy, Qin Huairu chose to remain indifferent: "If you keep talking too much, you won't be able to eat tonight."

As she spoke, Qin Huairu stood on tiptoe and was about to take a bottle of green-necked Xifeng wine from the cupboard that had been served at the buffet a few days ago. This time, the steel rolling mill was responsible for the compensation.

The Jia family bought a lot, including a lot of old wine and two or three brand new bottles of green-necked Xifeng wine.

This wine has a refreshing and spicy taste. Although it is not as mellow and strong as Fenjiu and Moutai, it was deeply loved by the general public in the 1960s.

It is far superior to the sweet potato liquor and loose wine that Qin Rongguang drank in Qinjia Village in terms of taste, quality and price.

Seeing his daughter being so generous, Qin Rongguang, who was afraid that his mother-in-law would make trouble, quickly shook his head and refused: "No, no, I can't drink this stuff. It's a waste of good wine."

Qin Huairu didn't care: "What's the big deal? You are my father. I haven't been filial to you all these years. It's just a bottle of green-necked Xifeng wine. If you have the chance, you can also drink Maotai."

As he said this, he threw the bottle of green-necked Xifeng liquor heavily on the table and was about to unpack it.

Seeing this, the old man Qin Rongguang sat on the chair flattered, and waved his hands at Qin Huairu with a panicked look on his face: "Huairu, no, no, no, no matter what kind of wine it is, it tastes sour and bitter, spicy and astringent, I can't get used to it. With these delicious dishes, just drink some corn porridge."

"That won't do, Dad. You finally came to the city. Drinking some good wine is nothing. Drinking without a drinking companion is not enough. So, Banggeng, go to the front yard and call your Uncle Li over. Tell Mom that we have guests, so she won't have to light a fire to cook."

"okay!"

Although Banggeng was reluctant, he looked at the thin bamboo stick next to Qin Huairu, swallowed his saliva, and could only go to the front yard with a tragic mood.

After Qin Huairu finished instructing Bang Geng, she unpacked the bottle of wine and explained, "Dad, don't worry. My mother-in-law works the night shift at the steel mill and doesn't eat at home. Besides, I wish she was at home so I don't have to clean up the dishes."

Qin Huairu said it calmly, but every word stirred up a storm in Qin Rongguang's heart. He asked in surprise, "What? You said your mother-in-law works the night shift at the steel mill, and she doesn't go home for dinner at night. Aren't you the one who takes over?"

"That's not true. She has been idle at home all these years. Her arms and legs are all rusty. Besides, I just finished my confinement. If my mother-in-law doesn't go to work in the steel mill, who will?"

"Does your mother-in-law also do the dishes and pots washing at home?"

Swallowing his saliva, Qin Rongguang looked at his biological daughter with an extremely complicated expression, feeling that she was so familiar and yet so strange.

As the saying goes, no one knows a daughter better than her father. You should know that under normal circumstances, Qin Huairu is a typical example of a traitor. Every time she goes back to her mother's home in Qinjia Village, she asks for money and sweeps the house.

It vividly illustrates what it means that a daughter is a leaky cotton-padded jacket for her father, and that a daughter who is married off is like spilled water.

Could it be that Li Weijun gave his daughter some kind of reassurance?

With doubts in his heart, Qin Rongguang asked tentatively: "Huai Ru, now that Dong Xu's incident is over, you are still young after all, you can't be alone, I think the cook in your courtyard, Sha Zhu, is not bad."

"Who? Are you talking about Shazhu? Dad, don't worry about it. I know what I am doing."

Qin Huairu rolled her eyes, put the tables, chairs, benches, bowls and chopsticks in place, and waited happily for Li Weijun to arrive.

"How can I not worry? If Sha Zhu is not good enough, what about Li Weijun? He is a projectionist and a buyer. He is a capable person."

As soon as Qin Rongguang said this, Qin Huairu, who had been expressionless, suddenly changed her expression. She said shyly and disappointedly, "Dad, please don't get involved. I'm already old, and the guards are young and promising. It would be embarrassing if the news got out. Besides, this doesn't make sense."

hiss!

Hearing this, Qin Rongguang took a breath and looked at Jia Dongxu's black and white photo. He felt a mixture of emotions.

After a moment's silence, the atmosphere fell into an eerie stillness.

It was not until Li Weijun, Banggeng and Jiang Yingying arrived late, apologized and sat down.

The atmosphere in the room became lively again. Qin Huairu specially found a few small wine cups and diligently poured wine for her father and Li Weijun.

"Dad, don't just focus on eating, drink some wine. Weijun, you too, peanuts are not chewy at all. Sister Yingying, you should eat some meat and vegetables instead of just eating jellyfish shreds."

Qin Huairu was not aware of the strange atmosphere at all and kept picking up food and urging people to drink.

Li Weijun looked at Qin Rongguang with a gloomy face and knew that the old man must have noticed something.

Maybe he had already understood the relationship between himself and Jiang Yingying, and he couldn't help feeling a little regretful that he should have let Jiang Yingying stay in the house.

This is the truth, but Li Weijun is calm about it.

He had no intention of getting married to Qin Huairu, so it didn't matter whether Qin Rongguang was happy or not.

If you don't know how to appreciate it and make me unhappy.

Li Weijun didn't plan to let Qin Rongguang do the purchasing job that Qinjia Village helped with.

There are countless people scrambling to get this lucrative job.

As if he realized this, after a moment, Qin Rongguang smiled brightly: "Everyone, don't just stand there, hurry up and eat. I think this braised beef tastes delicious. Huairu, you too, give our nephew more braised beef. We will have to rely on you to take care of us in the future."

"Oh, Wei Jun, come and try this, it's braised to perfection."

Qin Huairu was somewhat confused as she stood between the crowd, and in a somewhat intimate manner, she used her chopsticks to add a piece of braised beef to Li Weijun's plate.