MTL - There is Room For Abandoned Women In the 1980s-Chapter 132 Would he think her family was too cold?

Chapter 132: Will he think her family is too cold?

Zheng Xinyue looked at Chen Shuli and Zheng Changshui in the kitchen in shock as they rolled on the ground and refused to leave. This time she understood why her mother was so cruel and refused to let Chen Shuli into the hospital last time. These were two scoundrels. She was not as aggressive as her mother. She didn't care about face, otherwise she wouldn't have been forced to take a piece of meat by Chen Shuli last time. Sure enough, there must be something hateful about this poor person, she was still too tender.

Zheng Xinyue peeked into the room. From her position, she could see Gu Changfeng's sitting body, but she couldn't see his face.

He felt a little uneasy. With Chen Shuli and the others making such a fuss, would he think her family was too cold?

 Suddenly I feel ridiculous again, why would I care about his opinion?

 “These two are so annoying.”

Li Xiuqin cursed in a low voice, the food at home was not enough to eat, only two steamed buns! It is also good to give it to the children, but let them take it away.

Outside the door, Zheng Chengbao angrily handed Chen Shuli and Zheng Changshui a bun each: "Take it, let's go quickly!"

“It’s so hot. Let me give you some more meat. The kids at home haven’t had meat for a long time.”

Zheng Changshui took the steamed bun and poured it back and forth in his hands. He licked his face and asked Zheng Chengbao for it with a playful smile.

 “Do you want to eat the fist stew?”

Zheng Chengbao's eyes widened, and he shook his fist in front of Zheng Changshui, threatening him.

 “Eldest nephew, I am your cousin.”

Zheng Changshui laughed and pulled his fist away. He would definitely get a piece of meat from his face if he made a fuss.

 “Big brother.”

As soon as he yelled, Gao Guilan, who couldn't bear it any longer, immediately picked up a broom and beat him and Chen Shuli, scolding him while beating them.

 “It’s shameless to give you face, I won’t even give you the cornstarch, the third child will take it back.”

 “Okay, the kids haven’t eaten yet!”

Zheng Laosan was also obedient and reached out to grab it. Chen Shuli put the wotou in her lapel and turned around to run away.

Zheng Changshui was a step too late, and the scalding hot pot was snatched away by Zheng Chengbao, and two broomsticks were hit on his head. He couldn't bear the pain the most, and Chen Shuli couldn't endure it. He screamed and ran out of Zheng's house, covering his head.

“You guys take it and share it.”

Gao Guilan distributed the steamed buns that her son had snatched back to her five grandchildren. The children were so flattered that they dared not eat the steamed buns that they had been given, and they all looked at their grandma longingly.

 “Eat!”

Gao Guilan's eyes widened. She couldn't swallow the breath of being robbed of a nest, and she vented her anger on them: "Everyone is a starving ghost, and they will die if they see anything to eat."

Now the children were even more afraid to eat. They looked at grandma with tears in their eyes. Should they let them eat or not?

In the room, Gu Changfeng glanced out the window indifferently. When he heard Gao Guilan scolding the children, he thought of Zheng Xinyue, was she being scolded at home?

 Would her mother also scold her as a starving ghost because of a steamed bun?

 “Director Gu, Director Gu?”

When Zheng Dakui heard the scolding from his wife outside, he couldn't help but change the topic. He also noticed that Gu Changfeng was frowning thoughtfully. He didn't know what he was thinking. This made me feel even more embarrassed, so I called him twice in a row.

"You say."

Gu Changfeng calmed down and sat upright, raising his resolute chin to signal Zheng Dakui to continue.

 “What time will we meet at the river tomorrow?”

Zheng Dakui said what he just said again.

 “What time do you normally start work?”

Gu Changfengfeng raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Zheng Dakui and asked back.

 “Six o’clock.”

Zheng Dakui made a six sign.

 “We might come a little later.”

Gu Changfeng pondered for a while and said that the working time in the city is half past seven. Even if he asked the workers to gather at six o'clock, it would still take at least forty minutes to get from the factory to the mountains.

 “I heard that you want to cook for yourself?”

 (End of this chapter)