Chapter 77

Sihe Academy

The night is connected to the sky, a peace of guarding the passing years.

Cao Weiguo and Song Yulan cooked together in the kitchen.

In a short while, the fragrance of stewed potatoes with meat spread throughout the courtyard.

This fragrance made every household that was eating unable to help swallowing their saliva.

"What kind of dish is this? It's too fragrant!"

"Whose family is stewing meat!"

"This must be Cao Weiguo stewing meat!"

"Why does this kid stew meat so fragrantly? Isn't this torturing people!"

"This meal can't be eaten!"

Looking at the corn bun in his hand and the green vegetables on the table, he suddenly felt tasteless.

The Second Uncle's family sat around the table, each with a bowl of corn flour porridge.

Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu looked at a plate of stir-fried eggs and drooled, but they could only watch eagerly.

This stir-fried egg was a delicacy enjoyed exclusively by the Second Uncle; they didn't have a share at all.

Smelling the rich meat fragrance, the Second Uncle scolded his two sons angrily: "Look at Cao Weiguo; he's the same age as you, but he's not only good at cooking, but also became a leader and married a wife. Look at you again, unsuccessful in everything, a complete waste of space."

The deaf old lady, who lived in the backyard, was drooling from the temptation, hoping in her heart that Cao Weiguo could send her a bowl of meat.

But this expectation would eventually come to nothing!

Although the two families lived in the backyard, they were like strangers, and they couldn't say three sentences all year round.

The Eldest Uncle picked up a corn bun, sighed, and put it back on the plate.

"This must be Cao Weiguo stewing meat!"

Smelling the rich fragrance, the Eldest Uncle felt a bit uncomfortable in his heart.

The Eldest Uncle longed: "If this Cao Weiguo were to support us in our old age, how good that would be."

The Eldest Aunt shook her head and said: "Don't think too much about it; for no reason, why would he be willing to support two outsiders like us in our old age."

In the Third Uncle's family, the whole family couldn't help but turn green with envy when they smelled the fragrance.

The whole Yan family lived on the Third Uncle's salary; corn buns and thin porridge were often not enough to eat.

Usually, let alone eating meat, the whole family had to divide pickles by the root.

The Third Uncle sighed: "Cao Weiguo is truly living a fairy life."

The Third Aunt looked at Yu Li and said: "That sister of yours just doesn't have the fate to enjoy blessings; look at that country girl Song Yulan, following Cao Weiguo to eat fragrant and drink spicy food; which woman wouldn't be envious."

Yu Li said: "The wood is already a boat; what's the use of saying these things."

To tell the truth, Yu Li also felt sorry for Yu Haitang, missing a great marriage.

Although there were leftovers brought back by Shazhu on the Jia family's table, they were only some green vegetables and radishes.

Smelling the fragrance of stewed potatoes with meat, Banggeng slapped the table and shouted: "I want to eat meat! I want to eat meat!"

Jia Zhangshi was also tempted, cursing viciously: "Cao Weiguo, that black-hearted beast, he doesn't help my family even if he has meat; sooner or later he will choke to death while eating, get hit by a car when going out, and his wife will have to remarry."

Xiaodang and Huaihua were also tempted to swallow their saliva, but they were too scared to breathe by the vicious Madam Jia.

Jia Zhangshi favored boys over girls, treating her grandson as a treasure and her granddaughters as grass.

Usually when eating, Banggeng eats corn buns, while Xiaodang and Huaihua can only drink thin porridge.

When there was something good at home, it was also eaten by Jia Zhangshi and Banggeng, and they could only eat some leftover soup and water.

Qin Huairu looked at the noisy Banggeng and comforted him: "Banggeng, the food your Uncle Zhuzi brought back is also delicious; children can't be picky eaters."

Banggeng threw the corn bun in his hand to the ground and shouted crazily: "I want to eat meat! I just want to eat meat!"

Qin Huairu quickly picked up the corn bun, wiped off the dust with heartache, and scolded angrily: "You child, do you know how precious food is? There are so many people who want to eat corn buns but can't; how can you throw it on the ground!"

Xiaodang and Huaihua looked at the corn bun stained with dirt and swallowed their saliva subconsciously.

Hearing Qin Huairu scolding Banggeng, Jia Zhangshi's face suddenly became gloomy: "You mother don't know how to feel sorry for the child, why are you still scolding the child? This is not to blame that beast Cao Weiguo."

"He doesn't help our family, and he stews meat to tempt people; adults are greedy, let alone children."

"If he shared the meat with our family, would Banggeng be making such a fuss?"

"The child is growing; is it okay not to eat something good?"

"You go to the Cao family now and ask Cao Weiguo for a bowl of stewed meat for my big grandson."

Jia Zhangshi was also tempted and wanted to eat a few pieces of fragrant stewed meat.

However, she had already had an unpleasantness with Cao Weiguo when she blocked the road to ask for meat, so she sent her daughter-in-law to the Cao family to ask for meat.

Qin Huairu was in a dilemma: "Mom, they are a young couple eating; how can I be embarrassed to go to the door to ask for meat."

Jia Zhangshi was full of unhappiness: "You useless woman, the child is so hungry that he doesn't eat, and you, as a mother, don't feel sorry for him. Cao Weiguo's couple eats big fish and meat all day; what is a bowl of meat for the child? Everyone is a neighbor; it is only right and proper for him to help our family."

Banggeng was also making a fuss on the side, throwing his chopsticks to the ground: "Mom, I want to eat meat, I want to eat meat, you go find Cao Weiguo and ask for it."

Qin Huairu also felt sorry for Banggeng, and plus Jia Zhangshi's words, her heart also became active.

Thinking that Cao Weiguo is so rich, what is a bowl of meat to him?

Besides, he just got married; in front of his new wife, he shouldn't be embarrassed to be stingy.

With an idea in her heart, Qin Huairu got up and walked out of the house.

Cao Weiguo's couple was eating happily when Qin Huairu came outside the door: "Weiguo, are you home?"

The couple was slightly stunned, and Song Yulan asked suspiciously: "It seems to be Sister-in-law Jia; what is she looking for you for at this time?"

Cao Weiguo sneered: "Nine times out of ten, she's here to ask for food."

Song Yulan asked in surprise: "Ask for food?"

Cao Weiguo said nonchalantly: "This Jia family is a group of white-eyed wolves that can't be fed; don't pay attention to her, let's eat our own."

Song Yulan hesitated: "Everyone lives in the same courtyard, neighbors and street residents; is this not good?"

Cao Weiguo thought for a while and said: "Then you go open the door and try to send her away."

Song Yulan put down her chopsticks and walked over to open the door nervously.

Looking at Qin Huairu standing outside the door, Song Yulan smiled and said: "Sister-in-law, Weiguo is eating; do you have anything to look for him for?"

Qin Huairu said shyly: "Sister Yulan, I'm sorry to disturb your meal, but the child at home is greedy and is making a fuss about wanting to eat a bite of your stewed meat. I, as a mother, really have no choice but to thicken my face and come over to borrow a bowl of stewed meat from your family. When I am well-off, I will definitely return it to your family."

Song Yulan said embarrassedly: "Sister-in-law, I'm really sorry, the dishes made tonight have already been eaten up."

Qin Huairu sneered in her heart; a pot of stewed meat was eaten up so quickly; she really thought I was so easy to fool?

This Song Yulan looks bright and pretty, but I didn't expect her to be so stingy.

Qin Huairu said painfully: "Sister Yulan, the child at home is crying with hunger; have pity on the child and give me some soup and water, so I can take it back to satisfy the child's greed."

Nineteen-year-old Song Yulan was young, had little experience, and was kind and simple.

Qin Huairu's selling misery aroused Song Yulan's sympathy.

But asking her to weigh a bowl of meat for an outsider, she really couldn't bear it.

It's not that she is stingy, but in this era of material scarcity, meat is too precious.

When she was in her hometown in the countryside, her family couldn't eat a few bites of meat after working hard for a year.

If a bowl of meat were exchanged for coarse grains, it could allow the whole family to eat their fill for several days.

Just when Song Yulan was in a dilemma, Cao Weiguo walked over with an unhappy face.

Cao Weiguo said with a cold face: "Qin Jie, you came over to ask for meat while we were eating; isn't this adding trouble to our couple?"

Qin Huairu said shamefully: "Weiguo, sister really feels sorry for the child, really has no choice, you help sister, sister will definitely repay your couple in the future."

Cao Weiguo thought for a while and said: "Qin Jie, you don't have to sell misery to me; I can give you a bowl of stewed meat, but you can't eat or take it for nothing. Yulan is just wanting to learn the sewing machine; you have to come over to teach Yulan after eating, and you must guarantee to teach Yulan."

Song Yulan looked at Cao Weiguo happily; she was worried about the sewing machine.

The family bought a sewing machine, but she had never touched it before, let alone used it.

Looking at the beloved sewing machine but not knowing how to use it, Song Yulan's depression can be imagined.

Qin Huairu was jealous of Song Yulan's good fate, but she showed a smile on her face: "Sister Yulan wants to learn sewing; leave this matter to me, sister will definitely teach Sister Yulan hand by hand."

Cao Weiguo said: "Then it's settled; go back and get a bowl."

Qin Huairu hadn't returned the large bowl used for fish soup last time.

Cao Weiguo didn't want to use the bowl used by Jia Zhangshi, so he didn't mention the large bowl.

But this time, he didn't want to give the Jia family another bowl for nothing.