MTL - The Male Lead Doesn’t Cooperate-Chapter 77 Don't be a prodigal son 5

Everyone in the village knew about Song Cun being a cook at the state-run restaurant in the town. Seeing that he helped cut the wheat when he came back from a rare holiday, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Who would have thought that he would be so promising when he became a cook in a state-run restaurant? They all sighed and looked away.

Song Cun didn't know what the villagers thought of him. When he returned home, Song's mother said to him, "Drink some mung bean soup, rest for a while, and Nizi and I will cook."

Song Cun didn't refuse. He had been working all morning. He was really exhausted. He drank a large bowl of mung bean soup, lay down on a deck chair under the locust tree in the courtyard, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Song's mother came out of the kitchen and fell into a deep sleep when she saw him lying down. She went back to the room and took the quilt and gently covered him before going back to the kitchen to cook again.

As soon as the meal was ready, the others came back from the field. Children like Song Dong and Song Xi couldn’t do anything, so they were worried by the adults at home, and they all led them down to the field to pick up wheat in the wheat field. , If you pick up more, you can also exchange for a work point.

Song Cun fell asleep and relaxed a little. He yawned, washed his face, and went to the kitchen: "Mother, can we eat? I'm hungry!"

Mother Song smiled and said, "It's time to eat."

There was still some stew left over from the stew that Song Cun brought back last night. Mother Song kept it hot, and it was still good. She scrambled eggs, made some vegetarian dishes, and cooked rice.

Li Juan couldn't help but said: "I knew that the meal at noon must be rich."

Mother Song looked at her: "How do you know?"

Li Juan replied subconsciously: "Every time Song Cun comes back, the food at home must be richer."

After speaking, seeing her mother-in-law's unkind eyes, she covered her mouth all of a sudden, and she said the wrong thing again.

Song's mother put the bowl on the dining table: "What's wrong? This dish is eaten by Xiaobao? You didn't eat it?"

Song Huaimin hurriedly said: "No, no, how much can Xiaobao eat? Everyone eats the dishes mother cooked, but Xiaojuan just talks a lot. She has no bad intentions."

Song's mother snorted, of course she knew that this daughter-in-law had no bad intentions, but she had a lot of small thoughts, it would be better for the eldest daughter-in-law to be a boring gourd, at least it would not be annoying.

Song Cun didn't care about their eyebrows and lawsuits, he was so tired that it was hard to lift his arms to pick up vegetables, and he was still thinking about things, but he was not tired enough after thinking about it.

Seeing her son's tired face, Song's mother said, "Xiaobao is hungry, hurry up and eat."

After filling his stomach, Song Cun felt that he had regained some of his energy. After taking a rest, he put on a straw hat and carried a sickle, planning to go to the field to cut wheat.

Song's mother said: "Tomorrow you have to go to work in the town, so why don't you rest at home for a long time?"

Song Cun said: "No need, what is a little tired at a young age?"

But after harvesting the wheat for a long time, he was so tired that he couldn't go to the ground. The reason why he was tired was because his body was really not very strong. Even if he had been exercising for more than two months, the effect was not so obvious.

People are like this, even if they don’t want to move at home, when they go to the field and look at the villagers bending over to cut the wheat, his strength will come back, and after cutting the piece of land allocated to him, he will tell his mother: “Mom! , you go back and make dinner, I will cut the leftovers."

Mother Song frowned: "No, just rest."

Song Cun said: "I'm hungry, mother, go back and make dinner, and I'll cut the rest."

Song's mother heard her youngest son say that she was hungry, so she hurried back to make dinner, "Then you finish cutting the wheat, hurry back and eat."

Song Cun nodded, after cutting his own mother's piece of wheat, he poured some water to drink, took the kettle and sickle, and planned to go home.

Song Huaimin saw that his younger brother finished cutting before him again, he was not convinced and had to admit that the younger brother was younger, and if he worked hard, he would still be stronger than him, but he didn't mention asking him to help cut the wheat again.

Song Cun greeted his second brother and planned to go home. As for Song's father and Song's sister-in-law, they were divided into other fields to harvest wheat, and they were not together.

On the way back, he met Liu Meiyun. Song Cun didn't feel that he had anything to say to her, so he nodded and left.

But Liu Meiyun stopped him: "Song Cun!"

Song Cun looked back at her and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Liu Meiyun pursed her lips, feeling a little annoyed, but thinking about her life during this time, she could only say: "Why didn't you come to see me these days? Is it because you don't have time to work in the state-run hotel?"

"..."

Song Cun felt that he didn't understand this girl very well, so he asked, "Why did I come to you?"

He thought they had made it clear.

Liu Meiyun felt that Song Cun was so ignorant. He was indeed an uneducated countryman. She even took the initiative to find him, but he was so slow. Another boy would have made it easy. She stomped her feet and said, "I Knowing that you like me, I can give you a chance, it depends on your performance."

The other young boys in the village who were chasing her were either poor in appearance, or the family conditions were too poor. She wanted to eat stewed meat, snacks, etc., but she didn't have them. Song Cun is still working in the state-run hotel. Although the current Song Cun is not good enough for her, the state-run hotel is full of money, so even marrying her is not out of the question.

Song Cun said slowly: "But if you reject me, I don't like you anymore."

Liu Meiyun stared blankly at Song Cun, seemingly unable to understand his words. After a while, she asked in disbelief: "Is your liking so superficial? You don't like it once I reject you?"

Song Cun looked at her and said as a matter of course: "The things in our house were not blown by the strong wind. I sent you so many things, but you didn't agree to date me. I think you definitely don't like me. Since you They don't like me, and I definitely can't like you anymore, my money is spent on my parents and future daughter-in-law, so I can't waste things on other people's daughter-in-law."

"What do you mean raising a daughter-in-law for someone else?" Liu Meiyun has never seen someone like Song Cun. Even if other young boys in the village pursue her, even if the family is poor, they will say other nice things to coax her. He wouldn't say so bluntly that giving her something was a waste, maybe there is something wrong with Song Cun's mind, right? Does he know how to chase girls?

Song Cun looked at her like a fool: "You don't agree to have a date with me, you will definitely marry someone else in the future, then I will give you meat tickets and snacks, why not raise you for other men? I am not stupid Don't think that you are an educated youth and educated, so you can fool us country people."

Liu Meiyun's cheeks flushed suddenly, Song Cun looked at her again, and warned: "Don't come to me again, I won't be fooled by you."

Liu Meiyun couldn't believe that Song Cun would say such a thing, she said angrily: "You still want to marry a wife? You should be a bachelor for the rest of your life."

Song Cun replied: "That's none of your business."

Seeing him wearing a broken straw hat, Liu Meiyun swaggered away, feeling very angry and helpless.

Back home, Song Nizi asked him: "Xiaobao, I saw you and Liu Meiyun talking just now? What are you talking about?"

She doesn't like Liu Meiyun, there is no other reason, but no matter how she looks at it, she doesn't see that she likes her little brother, but she still hangs on to him. How to like it.

When Song's mother heard her daughter's words, she quickly looked at her youngest son.

Song Cun: "I didn't say anything."

Seeing that he wasn't telling the truth, Song's mother warned: "You want to talk to someone, mother has no objection, but that girl can't, mother disagrees."

Song Cun looked at his mother: "It's nothing, that girl doesn't like your son, don't worry."

Song's mother: "Hmph, my son is doing well, what can't she look down on? Don't worry, mother will definitely find you a girl who is more handsome than her, and make her envious."

Song Cun: "..."