Dr. Chung’s 90s

Chapter 4 Song Family Affairs

Zhou Qin hung up the phone happily.

As soon as I looked up, I saw their old Song, standing quietly by the door. I don't know how long he had been there.

She squinted and scolded: "You are a thief, don't make a sound."

Song Bingkun put away the deep thought on his face and showed a simple and honest smile at the right time.

"Isn't this because I was listening to you talking to A'yu because I was afraid of disturbing you mother and daughter? What did she say? I saw you laughing so hard."

Zhou Qin didn't intend to keep everything secret. When he was about to explain, he heard footsteps outside the corridor from far to near, and saw Ji Hong, who was in the same office, walking in with her hips twisted.

When she saw the husband and wife were there, she smiled coquettishly and joked:
"Ouch! I came at a really bad time. Didn't I disturb the factory director and his wife's private conversation?"

He said this, but there was not much sincerity on his face, and his eyes were not honest, just like a searchlight, swirling around Song Bingkun.

This person has a crooked mind, and he likes to talk about things that are not taboo.

Zhou Qin didn't like her very much and immediately put away the joy on her face.

He replied calmly:
"We, husband and wife, can't talk about anything privately at home. We naturally talk about business in the factory. Don't ask questions about things you shouldn't know."

One of these two people is the factory director and the other is the accountant. They really have a lot of things to deal with at work.

When Ji Hong heard the words, he raised his hand to tuck the strands of hair behind his ears.

He glanced at Song Bingkun without any trace, and deliberately twisted his plump body.

Although she is in her 40s, she has a voluptuous figure and is well-dressed.

At first glance, it seems quite charming.

"That's what I said wrongly. Sister Zhou, please don't mind. You continue."

Having said that, I don't know if she was deliberately being irritating or if she really had something to do. She turned around and sat down at her work station without leaving.

Zhou Qin felt disappointed and gave her back a big roll of the eyes.

Everything must be kept confidential. It is not appropriate to publicize your daughter's secrets, so it is better to be cautious.

She subconsciously looked at Song Bingkun. Although this man had shortcomings, he was still a decent person.

Walked to him and lowered his voice:
"After work, you go buy some braised vegetables. I'll pick up my son and go back to cook some side dishes. Let's have some wine in the evening."

It was obvious that this was a happy event for the family, and Song Bingkun felt relieved and nodded in agreement without hesitation.

"You can grab some Chinese medicine for me on the way. I feel a little uncomfortable. I have to take care of myself."

Zhou Qin frowned in disgust when she heard that he was going to tinker with Chinese medicine.

"If you are sick, go to the hospital for a check-up. Can you take medicine blindly?"

Old God Song Bingkun was here and said seriously:

"You don't understand, the prescriptions of our ancestors are the most effective. Western medicine often performs operations, and the medicines used are all antibiotics. As time goes by, the harm becomes serious, so traditional Chinese medicine..."

Zhou Qin's good mood was suddenly greatly reduced, and her face was filled with impatience.

"Okay, okay, hurry up and give me the medicine list. Go back and boil the medicine in the corridor for me. If the house smells like Chinese medicine, let me teach you a lesson!"

Song Bingkun had long been accustomed to her bad temper and was not angry at all.

He quickly took out the note he had written from the pocket of his tunic suit.

He had a meeting in the morning and wore more formal clothes.

Zhou Qin took the note without looking at him, turned around and went back to continue her work.

Song Bingkun didn't care. He came here to repair the kettle for his wife, so he was busy with his own business.

As the wife of the factory director, Zhou Qin still has some privileges.

Take care of what's at hand and it never hurts to leave early every once in a while.

In order to buy all the traditional Chinese medicine, I went to several pharmacies and almost missed picking up my son from school.

In this era, there are many children and they are not delicate. They go to and from school by themselves.

The textile factory school is not far from their home. Their youngest son, Song Congchun, has always gone to and from school by himself, without his parents having to worry about it.

At first glance, Song Congchun was a little surprised when he saw his mother standing outside the school gate pushing a bicycle.

After reacting, the teenage boy quickly ran to Zhou Qin.

Lao Song had no shortage of sons, and apparently he didn't care much about his younger son, but Zhou Qin loved his son deeply.

Although she loves her daughter, she still feels that her son is the one she will rely on for the rest of her life.

At this point, Lao Song always takes a back seat.

As soon as her son arrived, Zhou Qin immediately took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

"Looking at what's going on in your body, you have to be hygienic when playing with your classmates."

Song Congchun grinned, his young and handsome face as bright as a spring flower.

Probably because the mother was outstanding in appearance, the children she gave birth to were good-looking.

Song Congchun looked down at the stains on his clothes and couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

"Mom, I really didn't pay attention. I won't do this next time. Whose bicycle is this from?"

Compared with other families in this street, their family's conditions are not that bad. Their parents usually have a special shuttle bus to pick them up when they go to work.

There is a bicycle at home, but it is for Song Meiting to ride to work.

She teaches in a rural primary school. There is no direct bus, so she has to ride a bicycle.

Zhou Qin motioned for his son to get in the car, waited for him to sit down, and explained while pedaling the car.

"I borrowed the car from my colleagues in the factory. Your dad asked me to buy the bitter soup from Lao Shizi. If I don't ride a bike, I can break my legs."

Lao Song's preferences in recent years are indeed difficult to describe.

Song Congchun knew everything about his family, and it was not a bad habit to be left and right. It was harmless.

"Besides work, my dad only has a few hobbies. Let's bear with it."

His son's words were like a little adult, which made Zhou Qin burst into laughter.

"It's all because of your connivance. If he really gets seriously ill and he doesn't want to go to the hospital, I'll see what you do." Song Congchun is very open-minded and won't say what he said until that day. Anyway, there is no rush now.

The wind was blowing leisurely, and he was swinging his legs in the back seat of the car, feeling very happy.

"Mom, when will my sister come back?"

After all, they are from the same mother, so Song Congchun and Zhong Yu have a better relationship.

Although he is also the son of the old Song family, his brothers and sisters with the same surname are still wary of him, as if he will take away all the family's property.

Only Zhong Yu truly regarded him as his younger brother and loved him, so he couldn't help but miss him a little more.

Zhou Qin is happy to see a harmonious pair of children. The two siblings help each other. This is the way to go in the long run.

As for the stepchildren, they are not good at studying and rely on the family to make ends meet, so what can they expect?

She wished they could stay away from her son. If Lao Song was willing, she would have separated the family long ago.

Zhou Qin didn’t want the useless brother and sister to affect her mood, so she happily shared with her son:
"Your sister will be back soon. Her training is over and she will officially start working soon."

What Song Congchun admired the most was his sister, who looked proud.

"My sister will stay at the Capital Hospital, but it's a pity that we won't be able to see each other often. I guess she won't be able to stay for a few days this time."

Zhou Qin quickly shook his head, "I won't leave when I come back this time."

Song Congchun was startled and tilted his body, causing the bicycle to twist and turn, but he narrowly escaped falling.

"Is it because the major hospitals in the capital don't want my sister?"

Zhou Qin said angrily:

"You are so old, you are always startled by the slightest thing. I haven't finished speaking yet.

Your sister wants to go to Nanshan Hospital Affiliated to Fuda, which is also a top-grade hospital and is no worse than Capital Hospital. It would be a great thing for her to be able to stay with us. "

Song Congchun was happy when he heard it.

"This is really a good thing, but I heard from my classmates that the threshold of Nanshan Hospital is very high. Are you sure my sister can make it?"

Zhou Qin looked calm.

"Your sister just called me today. She is confident that this can happen, but it's not a sure thing yet. We have to keep it secret for now."

After all, their family situation is complicated, and some people are not successful enough, but there is no guarantee that they will have bad intentions.

Although Song Congchun is young, he still has human sperm, and his elder brother may not be as powerful as him at the moment.

"Mom, I still have to wait for my sister to talk about this to the outside world. It's not easy for my dad to keep it secret."

Lao Song doesn't seem to care about his family's affairs, but in fact he has an account in his heart.

He has his own code of conduct. Although he doesn't speak much, he can't ignore it.

Zhou Qin had already thought about it.

"Don't worry. Just half of what you say and half of it will be hidden. If we don't tell the truth, who knows."

Song Congchun nodded in agreement. It is better to do less than to do more.

When the two of them arrived home leisurely, the others hadn't come back yet.

Zhou Qin asked her son to go back to his room to read and do his homework, while she quickly went into the kitchen to cook.

Their house is not big, but it has a separate kitchen and bathroom, which is better than many other houses.

There is not enough food for a big family to eat if they cook too little, so Zhou Qin has to do a lot of hard work.

She worked neatly and neatly, and when the food was served, the father and son also came back.

Song Botao was still wearing the employee uniform of Xuelu Hu from the meat factory, and walked into the house with two taels of meat in his hand.

Smelling the aroma of the food, I subconsciously looked at the dining table first.

Seeing the braised pig's trotters and wine on the table, my face immediately dropped.

"Dad, are you picking up money? Braised pig trotters are so expensive. Buying one portion is enough for our family's food expenses for half a month. If you really want to eat it, I can buy it in our factory and let Aunt Qin braise it. ah."

Zhou Qin happened to take out the bowls and chopsticks, put them on the table, and said with a smile:
"I'm not your old lady from the Song family who just opens her mouth to arrange work for me. Do I rely on you two for a living?"

Lao Song was wiping the towel in the washbasin and wiping his face, and said nonchalantly:
"The four of us in the family are paid. It's not like we can't afford the pig's trotters, so there's no need to worry about this."

Song Botao threw the meat into the basket and expressed his displeasure.

"If our family is really rich, we shouldn't just waste time on eating and drinking. We should buy a house as soon as possible. Sooner or later I have to get married and start a family. How can we live in this big family?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Meiting happened to enter the room.

She also had an unhappy look on her face, and she patted the dust on her trouser legs in disgust as she walked.

"Dad, when will you ask me to be transferred back? I've had enough of that hellish place in the backcountry."

Old Song frowned displeased.

"Both of you are so careless, you are like debt collectors, and you are not letting people live in peace and quiet?"

Song Congchun watched the excitement for a long time, and as soon as he got the damn look, he immediately opened his mouth to smooth things over.

"Dad, I'm growing tall and I'm almost starving to death. Do you still want to eat?"

Lao Song didn't really want to get angry. He sat down on the table and waved his hands nonchalantly.

"Eat first. Those messy things won't be solved in a short while."

Song Botao was unhappy. Just as he was about to speak, his sleeve was pulled by Song Meiting.

After looking at my sister, I reluctantly stopped holding my breath and stopped.

Seeing that he had calmed down, Song Meiting went to wash her hands, then walked to Zhou Qin's left side and sat down.

Looking at the extremely rich dishes on the table, he asked with a smile:
"Aunt Qin, is there anything happy that our family wants to celebrate today?"

When the eldest daughter asked, Lao Song remembered what happened in the morning.

Turning to look at Zhou Qin, her eyes were full of questions.

(End of this chapter)