Rebirth in the XNUMXs: The Hot Mom is in Charge

Chapter 4 Sending Money
Li Huimin's face turned pale, and he pursed his lips. He was ashamed and scared, and could not speak. He could only apologize, cover his face and leave in tears.

Shen Qingyue thanked the villagers again before closing the courtyard door and leading her son in.

Dongdong clenched her fists, her face flushed with anger: "The fourth aunt is so bad! Why did you forgive her just now?"

Shen Qingyue now has no way to tell her son that Jiang Laoer is the mastermind behind the scenes. He has not shown any signs of cheating now. Her son still has some trust in this second uncle, but he is very resistant to her. If she told her, his son would not necessarily believe it. He could only Subtly, he slowly saw clearly.

"Mom knows it well. Anyway, I will definitely not let anyone bully you in the future."

She reached out and touched her son's head: "Don't worry, your mother will protect you."

Dongdong snorted: "As long as you can protect yourself, I don't count on you."

Shen Qingyue didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and rubbed his little head: "Okay, mom will give you a bath and then cook for you."

Jiang Xudong turned his head to the side: "I'm not a three-year-old child, I don't need you to help me wash it."

After saying that, he shook off his hand and ran into the bathroom.

Shen Qingyue shook her head helplessly and walked to the kitchen.

Seeing the stains on the ground and the buns in the trash can, she thought about it and figured out what was going on.

Her son still has little trust and sense of security in her.

He was brought up by Jiang Mingyuan since he was a child. Now that Jiang Mingyuan is gone, he is sad and scared. This attitude towards her is normal.

Shen Qingyue sighed, found the ingredients and started cooking.

In her memory, her son loved sweets, but when she knew this, she had no chance to cook for her son.

Looking at the ingredients in front of her, Shen Qingyue decided to make brown sugar glutinous rice cake.

Brown sugar is ready-made at home. Put it in a pot and add some water to boil it into syrup. Then steam the glutinous rice in the pot, pick it up and knead it into balls, sprinkle with crushed fried peanut powder, and pour the brown syrup on top. It’s ready. .

In the 80s, this was a snack that was rarely available in the city. If Jiang Mingyuan hadn't been a tractor driver in the brigade, his family wouldn't have been in such good conditions.

Shen Qingyue held the glutinous rice cakes and thought of Jiang Mingyuan. She also liked eating these, and Jiang Mingyuan used to make them for her.

Damn it, why are you thinking about that bastard who abandoned his wife and son again?

Shen Qingyue spat in her heart, holding the glutinous rice cake and gently knocking on the door of her son's room: "Dongdong, it's time to eat."

It took a long time to open the door. Dongdong's eyes were a little red and she looked uncomfortable.

Looking at the brown sugar glutinous rice cake, the little guy was a little suspicious: "Did you make it?" Shen Qingyue guessed that he had cried in the room, but she didn't point it out. She just smiled and held his hand: "Yes, please try it soon, okay?" eat."

Dongdong picked up his chopsticks and sneered: "It's not as delicious as dad's."

After he said this, the hand holding the chopsticks stiffened. He turned away and gritted his teeth without saying anything, and then quietly looked at her.

Shen Qingyue knew that he missed Jiang Mingyuan, and she felt guilty and hated that scumbag.

She was hesitating whether to tell Dongdong that Jiang Mingyuan was not dead at all, when suddenly there was a knock on the door outside.

Dongdong jumped off the stool and ran over to open the door: "Grandpa?"

"Dongdong, grandpa comes to see you and your mother."

The kind voices of her father Shen Heyue came in from outside. Shen Qingyue hurriedly welcomed her out, trying her best to hold back her excitement: "Dad, why are you here? Didn't Mom just come in the morning?"

"Your mother feels sorry for you, but your father doesn't feel sorry for you?"

My father's hair has not yet turned white. He is much more energetic than the image of him lingering on the sickbed, but his back is already a little rickety.

He pushed up his glasses and rubbed his eyes before taking out a thick envelope from the breast pocket of his coat and handing it to her: "Here, take it."

Shen Qingyue knew her father's intention when she saw the envelope and hurriedly waved her hand: "Dad, I can't take it. Mom already gave me money this morning. I know my parents care about me, but the family also needs money. My sister-in-law is still pregnant with the child, so I can't." …”

When Shen Heyue saw his daughter like this, he believed his wife's words that his daughter was sensible.

In the past, her family was worried about subsidizing her money, but how could she care whether it was used at home or not?Just use the flowers you have!
He tightened his lips, lowered his head and wiped his glasses, his voice a little hoarse: "This money is not given to you by your family, but by the country."

"Mingyuan sacrificed his life to save others. He is a martyr. Dad went to the countryside to apply for a pension for you. It was just approved today. You should hold it carefully. Your mother said you were unwilling to go home, and Dad stopped trying to persuade you. The way is yours. You choose it yourself, and the family can only try to help you."

Shen Qingyue pursed her lips and said, "Thank you, dad...I was not sensible before and caused trouble for the family."

Shen Heyue was stunned, not expecting his daughter to say that.

After a long time, he stopped talking and reached out to touch Dongdong's head: "I am your father, can I still ignore you? Now you are also a mother. You have to use this money wisely and take good care of Dongdong. Raise people..."

After listening to her father's instructions, Shen Qingyue also blushed.

She stretched out her hand to take the money, but suddenly there was a sharp shout from outside.

"No! You can't give her this money!"

(End of this chapter)