Chapter 443: Barbecue Dinner

Yang Qing had no choice but to get through it for now.

"It's not that I don't want to have a child; the doctor said I'm too tired, told me to rest more, eat more noodles, millet, and beef and mutton."

"It also forbids me from having sex for at least a month."

"Look, it's really not that I don't want to; reality just doesn't allow it."

Zhao Man Ting didn't believe his words, had Ahui come over to report to her, Ahui told her the situation, and then she believed.

"So having a child is also related to these things?"

"Son, get a good rest; Mom won't nag you anymore."

Yang Qing let out a sigh of relief; this constant nagging, he really couldn't stand it.

Qin Huairu walked over and asked him about the situation.

Yang Qing told her, and Qin Huairu was pleased, finally having found the cause.

"Then you should rest more; I'll make you millet porridge tonight."

Qin Huairu pulled him down to lie face‑down and began massaging him.

Yang Qing let out a comfortable howl.

"No more millet porridge; have it tomorrow morning, and tonight we'll have grilled lamb skewers and grilled steak."

"Give me another bowl of clear soup noodles."

"From now on, aside from oysters, cut off all other seafood."

Qin Huairu nodded.

"Okay, grilled lamb skewers—I'll make them myself; I'll do a little."

Yang Qing felt that neither the cook nor Qin Huairu would work.

"I'll do it myself; you all follow me and learn."

The two muttered, and soon it was evening; Yang Qing tidied up and started cooking.

After Yang Rong and Chen Hong returned, the meal was almost done.

Looking at the steak and lamb skewers, Chen Hong drooled.

She was also tired of seafood.

Seeing the steamed buns, she grabbed one in her hand, then held a bun in one hand and a rib in the other.

She ate with oil dripping from her mouth.

"Delicious, delicious—husband, from now on give me seven buns and a pot of meat every day."

"The food in Gangdao makes me feel weak."

Yang Qing waved his hand broadly.

"Arrange it."

"People from Beifang ought to eat big mouthfuls of meat and buns; otherwise that big build of theirs simply won't hold up."

Yang Qing held noodles in one hand and a lamb skewer in the other, the skewer threaded with garlic cloves, eating with fragrant delight.

Seeing Yang Qing eat with such relish, Yang Rong couldn't hold back either, took out his own medicinal wine, and poured some for Yang Qing.

"Son, with meat and wine comes real enjoyment—come, let's drink."

Seeing the three eating with such gusto, the others immediately came in.

Rou Dan clung to a rib, gnawing on it with great enjoyment.

"Dad, this is really delicious; I want to eat it every day."

Yang Qing let out a snort.

"If you want to eat, do I have to make it for you?"

"You're not my wife."

"You're just a stinky son."

Rou Dan objected.

"I'm a prodigy."

"Others are in elementary school, while I'm already in junior high—"

Yang Qing snorted.

"Your old man taught himself, finished elementary and junior high knowledge in a year—what are you showing off for?"

Rou Dan was angered.

"Mom, look at your man—he's bullying me."

Chen Hong didn't protect him either.

"Your dad isn't wrong—you can ask Aunt Qin; she studied with your dad and still hasn't graduated from junior high."

Qin Huairu's face flushed with embarrassment.

"Don't compare me to them; I managed to self‑study through junior high, which already puts me far ahead of others."

Afterward she said proudly.

"Xiao Fei is awesome—he's already in high school, and in a few years he'll be a college student."

Rou Dan felt this household was full of malice, and he glanced at the meatball.

"Then I'm stronger than the meatball."

The meatball said lightly.

"This year I'll enter elementary school, next year I'll skip to sixth grade, and the year after that I'll go to junior high."

Guihua found these two people boring.

"I don't want to go to elementary school, I don't want to skip grades, I don't want to go to school—it's pointless."

Yang Qing had no expectations for this young lady; the second child's temperament was very steady, while this young lady's temperament was fickle—whatever she did, she only had three minutes of enthusiasm. Yang Qing felt he might as well raise her like a baby for the rest of his life.

Zhao Man Ting took the opportunity to say.

"Since you don't want to go to school, just stay home and watch the kids; let your Aunt Qin have a child for you to take care of."

Gui Hua immediately shouted.

"Great, great, I love babies the most."

Yang Qing chuckled inwardly; you'll regret it, you little brat.

Having been taken care of by a crowd since childhood, let's see how you take care of others.

Watching the kids is also good; it can temper this girl's temperament and let her learn to take care of people.

Yang Qing had no notion of raising a young lady in luxury; this is all capitalism's deception—raising a pampered young lady creates a huge industry; when they grow up, each becomes a consumer maniac, producing many Xiao Xiannü with no household skills, their mouths only talk about money.

Yang Qing won't spoil anyone; you must be useful, can't just think about eating for free.

If you don't go to school, you must watch the kids; if you don't watch the kids, you have to do housework.

Even if she goes to school, I won't keep giving her money endlessly; people still want to learn how to survive, at least live like ordinary people for a while, to understand the hardship of the lower class.

All decadence stems from their detachment from the lives of the lower class.

Without empathy, there is no conscience.

Being high and mighty makes one the enemy of the lower class.

Being a parasite itself, one must have the awareness of a parasite, knowing where one's good life comes from.

Don't be too harsh on those who support you.

Otherwise, once a survival crisis arises, these people will become the target of public criticism.

Who can guarantee that this world will always go smoothly?

Where there are highs, there are lows.

In low times, there is such a role model as the strongest art student.

Maybe that's just the beginning, not the end.

Rou Dan had long grown tired of the kids; Rou Qiu and Gui Hua, whom he had watched grow up, were each born with a rebellious bone, opposing him.

He glared at Rou Qiu again, seeing his face all smeared with food, and disdainfully grabbed a tissue to wipe it for him.

"You say you, just eat if you're going to eat; why get your face all messy—can your face eat rice?"

Rou Qiu naturally stretched out his neck, letting Rou Dan wipe it for him.

"Who made you not give me small pieces; it's so big, of course it ends up on the face."

Yang Qing tapped the table.

"Let him wipe himself; your brother wipes for you, yet you fuss over everything—haven't you seen that I always just grab and bite it myself?"

"And you still want me to cut it for you; I'd rather..."

"You brat, you've never wiped our faces; don't let a well-fed person not know the hunger of the starving."

Rou Dan wore a look of disdain.

"Dad, how old are you?"

Yang Qing snorted.

"Who isn't still a child?"

Then he said to Zhao Man Ting.

"Mom, am I not also a child?"

Zhao Man Ting said solemnly.

"Yes, Qing'er is my child."

Yang Qing gestured.

"See? Don't think being a child makes you special."

"I'm also a big baby."

Chen Hong and Qin Huairu watched, amused; this father and son are really interesting.

Rou Dan's eyes rolled up to the sky.

Rou Qiu and Gui Hua made faces.

"Dad, embarrassing."

Yang Qing returned a goofy face.

"Hehehe..."

For a moment the two sides fought fiercely, unable to be separated.

The meal was eaten with great liveliness.