She touched her face with her little hands, and then pulled Gu's clothes. Gu lowered his head and looked at her, and then held her tighter in his arms.
"Uncle, don't worry, I will apologize to my mother. Qi Zhong is a filial son, as everyone here can prove..." The more she spoke, the lower her voice became, because her voice was stuck in her throat, maybe it was too much.
Over suppressed, Qi You'er's hands were always holding Gu's clothes. At this time, Qi Nan'er and Qi Zuo'er were also holding on.
Qi Zhong's body stiffened, and his face continued to turn pale.
The uncle was now satisfied, and then he sighed earnestly, probably understanding Gu's grievances, "Daughter-in-law Qizhong, please give way to your mother in everything. She is old, and it is inevitable that she will do something wrong. However, she
It's not easy either. I think back then, Qi Zhong's father passed away early, and she worked hard to raise her three sons. It was not easy. Now, after all, her sons have married wives. She has managed to get through it, but she can't.
It’s human nature to just want a grandson. You’ll understand when you become a mother-in-law.” After saying that, he shook his head and left.
Mrs. Gu hugged Qi You'er and coaxed her, her tears still falling one by one. She was living such a miserable life.
"I'm sorry, Dong'er's mother," Qi Zhong wiped his face, really feeling sorry for this wife. He has a weak temper and no ability, and now he wants to let her be bullied.
"It's okay," Mrs. Gu shook her head and put Qi You'er's little face against hers, "After all, she is your mother. Don't worry, I know how to do it."
Qi Zhong walked over, took Qi You'er from Gu's hand, and then glanced at the three eager children.
"Okay, let's not talk anymore. You can get food for the child first. You see the child is hungry."
He touched Qi You'er's little face with one free hand, and then picked up Qi Zuo'er, who was only two years old, with one hand. Qi Zuo'er stretched out her arms around his neck, and kept pressing her little face against his.
Rubbing her neck, "Dad, Sanya wants to eat thin noodles."
Qi Zhong smiled honestly, "Okay, when our autumn crops are harvested, we will have enough money to feed us Sanya thin noodles."
Qi Zuo'er is also a little girl. Her eyes are always looking at the kitchen. She knows that there are fine noodles there, but her father just doesn't want to give them to her.
"Dad is partial," she pouted her little mouth, "There are obviously fine noodles, but dad just won't let Sanya eat them."
Qi Zhong put down his third daughter, then put a big hand on her head and rubbed it, "Sanya, there are not many fine noodles, so I have to give them to my sister."
Qi Zuo'er glanced at the limp Qi You'er in Qi Zhong's arms and didn't like this sister at all.
Since having her, her mother no longer loves her, and her father no longer holds her. When she was not around, all the good food and clothing were hers. When she came, everything she had was taken away.
Humph, she wrinkled her little nose, and then ran away quickly.
Qi Zhong knew that Qi Zuo'er was unhappy, but he had no choice but to look after the younger ones first.
Soon, Mrs. Gu had prepared a meal for the family. The vegetables were wild vegetables dug in the ground. Those good vegetables had to be picked up and sold in the market. There was also a pot of extremely thin porridge.
It seems like you can count the rice inside.
Qi Donger helped Gu set the dishes and chopsticks. Qi Naner had already sat down obediently. Qi Zuoer still sat down reluctantly, staring at the pot of gruel in a daze, maybe still looking for it.
With those battered noodles, everyone was hungry, so the food was all eaten up in a few moments.