Song Tingye and Qin Yuyan squatted in the field with their bottoms in the air. After a morning of hard work, they dug up a pot full of poisonous weeds.
The two of them were very close to eating their fill.
And then ending up in the hospital.
Song Tingye threw his chopsticks into the pot. How is this cat's eye weed? Damn it, I thought it was shepherd's purse!
The little princess tensed her sallow, emaciated face. We're going to go hungry again today.
Song Tingye put his hands on his hips, looking defiant. A true warrior takes his heart out to mend it in the dead of night, and wakes up the next day full of confidence. In life, you carve a path through mountains and build bridges over water. If I didn't dig up shepherd's purse this time, I'll just keep digging!
Hefting a hoe onto his shoulder, Song Tingye marched out the door proudly and valiantly.
Qin Yuyan followed behind him. I'll go dig for wild vegetables too.
As Song Tingye passed by Qin Yuhe, he stopped and held out a hand. Brother-in-law, you haven't given me my steamed cornbread for lunch today.
Qin Yuyan also held out a hand. Brother, you haven't given me my steamed cornbread for lunch either.
Qin Yuhe gestured, and a servant began to hand out steamed cornbread to Song Tingye and Qin Yuyan.
In each of their palms rested a piece of steamed cornbread that looked like a small hill.
Song Tingye: Even blood brothers keep clear accounts, let alone a brother-in-law and his wife's younger brother. You promised to give me two pieces of cornbread per meal. Yesterday you only gave me one for a meal, none this morning, and only one again for lunch. So, brother-in-law, you now owe me six pieces of cornbread.
Qin Yuhe: Good arithmetic.
Song Tingye scoffed dismissively. This is nothing. I won the gold medal in the National Mathematical Olympiad.
Qin Yuhe looked up at him. Whose daddy do you think you are?
Song Tingye: I'm your daddy.
Qin Yuhe: I refuse to give birth to you.
He waved his hand, and the servant gave six pieces of cornbread to Song Tingye.
With the hoe on his shoulder and a basin of cornbread in his arms, Song Tingye hummed a little tune and happily walked outside.
Qin Yuyan followed him like a little tail.
She looked at the cornbread in his basin, practically drooling with envy.
At this moment, Qin Yuyan felt that Song Tingye was incredibly wealthy.
As she swallowed her saliva, she suddenly felt a weight in her hands.
Song Tingye placed the basin of cornbread into her hands. You can have them all.
Qin Yuyan pushed the basin back into his arms. Although I really want to eat them, I can't be so selfish. Sister-in-law told me before that making others happy is also important. These are yours, keep them for yourself.
Song Tingye pushed the basin back into her hands. My sister taught you that making others happy is important. Now I'm teaching you that making yourself happy is even more important. The greatest meaning in life is to bring yourself joy. If you have food, just eat it. Don't worry about me.
Qin Yuyan picked up a piece of cornbread from the basin and fed it into Song Tingye's mouth. Then you should eat too, and make yourself happy.
The little princess was very stubborn.
Song Tingye didn't decline anymore. With the cornbread in his mouth, he walked forward. I'll take you to dig for wild vegetables. Tonight, I'll make you a dish and a soup.
Qin Yuyan: Okay, but we can't dig up the wrong ones this time.
Song Tingye: Hang out with Brother Ye, and you'll eat nine meals in two days. Put your mind at ease, we definitely won't dig up the wrong ones this time.
...
In the living room, Song Xinya watched the retreating backs of the two kids.
Starving them like this, won't they get sick from hunger?
Qin Yuhe sipped his tea with unhurried elegance and replied in a certain tone, No.
Song Xinya looked at the remaining cornbread placed on the table. Why are you so sure?
Qin Yuhe: I'll tell you in a day.
Song Xinya picked up a piece of cornbread, put it in her mouth, and took a bite. She felt that the taste of this cornbread was a bit different...
After the meal, Song Xinya prepared to go to the garden to see the hydrangeas.
Because Qin Yuhe had work matters to handle, he went to the study.
When Song Xinya reached the entrance of the living room, she received a phone call from Zhang Yingying.
As soon as the other party spoke, she enthusiastically called out to her, Xinxin, my good sister.
Song Xinya: Why aren't you calling me Miss Piggy anymore? I still prefer your usual bitchy attitude.
Zhang Yingying seemed as if she had been grabbed by the throat, choking on her words.
Song Xinya: Why aren't you saying anything? Could it be that life has beaten you into silence and turned you into a little dud?
I'll give you one second. If you don't speak, I'm hanging up.
Zhang Yingying hurriedly spoke up, Dad asked me to call you to come home for dinner.
Song Xinya: If Song Xuanli wants me to go back for dinner, tell him to call me himself.
Hanging up the phone, Zhang Yingying relayed the words to Song Xuanli.
Li Cuirou, who was standing nearby, said, Xuanli, just give Xinxin a call yourself. She is the young madam of the Qin family now, it's normal for her to put on airs.
Song Xuanli was seething with anger. She may be the young madam of the Qin family, but I'm still her father! I gave her life, and for that alone, she must respect me forever!
Kids these days just lack gratitude education. They don't remember any of the good things their parents do for them, but the moment their parents treat them even slightly poorly, they hold a grudge as if their parents are their enemies!
She's already the young madam of the Qin family now. She has the ability, yet she doesn't even take the initiative to help out her own family. Giving birth to her was a complete waste, what a money-losing asset!
With a bang, he slammed his teacup heavily onto the table and reached out his hand towards Zhang Yingying. Give me the phone, I'll call her!
He dialed the number, and a mechanical female voice sounded from the other end: Sorry, the number you have dialed is powered off. Please try again later.
Song Xuanli, Li Cuirou, and Zhang Yingying were all stunned.
Li Cuirou: She turned her phone off?
Song Xuanli: If she turned it off, why did she ask me to call?
Zhang Yingying: She's playing you.
Song Xuanli picked up the quick-acting heart pills from the table and swallowed a handful.
On the other end, Song Xinya sat in the garden filled with pink and blue hydrangeas, drinking coffee while admiring the flowers.
Two hours later, she turned her phone back on.
Immediately, Song Xuanli's call came through, his voice booming like rolling thunder: You finally turned it on! You finally turned it on! Do you have any idea how many times I've called you?!
Song Xinya: Someone who hasn't contacted me in hundreds of years suddenly calls me. Are you trying to borrow money from me?
Song Xuanli was momentarily speechless.
He called Song Xinya today, and although it wasn't directly to ask for money, it was still about money. He wanted to use Song Xinya's connection to hook up with Qin Yuhe and do business with the Qin family.
Song Xuanli: How can you speak like that, daughter? As a father, how could I take the initiative to ask you for money? As your elder, and you being the younger generation, logically and reasonably, I should be the one giving you money.
Song Xinya: It just so happens that money is tight for me recently. Transfer a million into my account.
