Fu Heng coaxed Qingqing to leave, and then said to Bai Qiyu: “You heard it too. I have something else to do here. I’ll hang up first.”
“…” Bai Qiyu: “Do you dare to let me see Qingqing?”
“I dare not.” After being with Qingqing for a long time, Fu Heng had learned how to choke someone to death without paying for it.
Bai Qiyu hung up the phone angrily.
With his thin lips slightly curled, Fu Heng walked into the house in a happy mood, and heard his father saying to his mother: “These clothes are so old, and you still keep them.”
“It is a monument after all.”
“Hey, it’s also because I didn’t think much about it back then. Otherwise, I would have taken a picture of that brat wearing a skirt when he was a kid while he didn’t know anything. Now I can laugh at him and see if he dares to make me angry again. If he gets angry, I will post the picture of him in the skirt and let everyone laugh at him.”
It turns out that the little skirt Qingqing was wearing was the one Fu Heng wore when he was a child.
Fu Heng: “…”
You are truly my father.
Madam Fu rolled her eyes at her husband and said, “You dare to post it? You’ve grown up, but you’re going backwards. How childish.”
“What do you know? This is called youthfulness. I keep up with fashion trends so that I won’t be left behind by the times.” Fu Chengte retorts unconvinced.
“I don’t want to talk to you anymore. I’ll go get some soup for Qingqing.”
Madam Fu obviously didn’t want to talk any more to the old kid, so she got up and went to the kitchen.
Fu Chengde stood up and wanted to follow, but was stopped: “Your legs and feet are not in good condition, don’t follow me, you will get in the way.”
The latter sentence was just a lie, and it definitely did not mean to dislike Fu Chengde. Instead, it revealed deep concern.
Mrs. Fu was actually in pretty good health, but she felt weak every time she undergoes dialysis.
In fact, since she started dialysis, her mental state has been better than before, and she no longer has to strictly avoid some foods that she couldn’t eat before, and can now taste some of them appropriately.
This obviously stimulated the old lady’s appetite, so much so that Mrs. Fu, who had long been tired of cooking, started to take up this hobby again.
Especially now that there are two more children in the family, the Old woman likes to cook for the children.
You don’t need to give anything in return, just give an evaluation that the meal is delicious after the meal and you can make the old woman smile from ear to ear.
There are two children, one is Qingqing and the other is Fu Chengde.
Fu Heng is already a mature adult, and there are only these two children at home.
The fish soup cooked by Mrs. Fu, with a lot of ginger added, lost the fishy smell of fish, leaving only the sweetness of seafood and the spicy taste of ginger.
Add other seasonings, neutralize them together and simmer for more than three hours. It tastes very good right out of the pot and can also dispel evil cold and nourish the body.
One bowl per person, just enough to share the whole pot of fish soup.
Fu Chengde took a photo with his phone and posted it on his Moments: My son and his daughter-in-law came to visit us, and the whole family is here. [Picture, four bowls of milky white fish soup are still together] (Only Fu Heng is not visible.)
Everyone was free at this time, and once a circle of friends was posted, the replies below instantly become lively.
Lao Zhang: Your boy is really filial, unlike that annoying guy in my family who is nowhere to be seen all day long.
Lao Li: I’m envious.
…
Fu Sijin: …
Fu Sishen:……?
Fu Sishen: Grandpa, don’t you think something is missing?
Fu Chengde replied to Fu Sishen: Nothing is missing.
Fu Sijin replied to Fu Chengde: Sorry to bother you, we don’t deserve to have a name.
Even Fu Sijin, who was usually mature and steady, couldn’t help but stand up and complain, which shows how helpless these two brothers were towards their father.
Lucien On ABRWF Chapter 66.1