After Lao Jiangtou finished eating the noodles, he specifically asked Jiang Xianjun to wash the bowl before letting him take it back.

When she got home, Jiang's mother had already put the food on the table.

In addition to the white rice and the fried mustard mustard with salted duck egg foam, Mother Jiang also made another stir-fried dried salted fish.

This stir-fried salted dried fish was fish brought home by Jiang Xianjun and Jiang's father when the river flooded during the plum rain season in the first half of the year. Before they finished eating, Jiang's mother picked some and dried them to make dried fish.

"Xianjun is back? Come over for dinner."

Jiang's father had already moved his chopsticks, and when he saw Jiang Xianjun coming in, he quickly waved to him.

Jiang's mother's eyes fell on the empty bowl in Jiang Xianjun's hand. When she saw the shiny bowl, she raised her eyebrows and said, "What? Your father has eaten all of it?"

Jiang Xianjun nodded and lowered his eyes to pick up the chopsticks, not daring to meet Jiang's mother's eyes.

"Was it eaten or thrown away? Be honest with me!" Mother Jiang asked again in a louder voice.

Jiang's father was so frightened that his hands shook and the dried fish on the head of his chopsticks fell to the table.

His first reaction was not to pick up the dried fish, but to raise his eyes to see Mother Jiang's reaction.

Jiang's mother was staring at Jiang Xianjun with a stern look on her face.

Jiang's father quietly picked up the dried fish and quickly put it back into his bowl. Then he raised his chopsticks and silently plucked the rice.

"Snapped!"

Mother Jiang suddenly slapped her hand on the table.

Jiang's father was so frightened that he almost dropped his chopsticks. He glanced at Jiang's mother timidly, put down his chopsticks, and sat upright, waiting for Jiang's mother to finish asking her questions before eating.

"Why don't you say anything when I ask you a question?" Jiang's mother asked Jiang Xianjun.

Jiang Xianjun blushed, frowned and whispered, "I'll eat with my father!"

"What?" Mother Jiang's eyes almost popped out of her sockets. She suddenly grabbed Jiang Xianjun's chin and lifted it up to look at his mouth and throat. If not for Jiang Xianjun's quick escape, Mother Jiang seemed eager to put her hand into his stomach.

Dig out the sticky rice.

"Are you seeking death, you bastard? Do you want to eat that kind of burnt rice? Do you think you have a long life or what?"

Jiang's mother rushed forward and grabbed Jiang Xianjun's arm. Because of the height difference, she could only slap him on the shoulder and curse him.

"You debt collector, your enemy, you careless thing, you are deliberately trying to piss me off to death..."

Jiang Xianjun was beaten by Jiang's mother, and he stepped back repeatedly. It was not until his back hit the wall that there was no way to retreat, and Jiang's mother stopped.

Jiang Xianjun remained silent, clenching his teeth and looking ugly.

He was very puzzled, why can you, mother, let me take it to me without any psychological pressure if I am going to die if I eat it?

Aren't you afraid that my father will die if he eats it?

What on earth do you have in mind!

All these words were stuck in Jiang Xianjun's throat. He wanted to rush out of his throat and question Jiang's mother loudly.

However, seeing Mother Jiang's disheveled hair and scarlet eyes, Jiang Xianjun flinched, as if there was an invisible big hand in his throat hindering him, preventing him from having the courage to say those words.

He looked towards Father Jiang.

That poor man actually curled up in his chair like a quail when his wife was showing off her power, not daring to move, let alone say a single word.

Jiang Xianjun really doesn't understand. Is it because his father cares so much about his mother and likes his mother so much that he is afraid that his mother will run away?

Or is dad himself an unfilial son, a coward, and a loser?

No matter which one it is, this is a kind of sadness.

Jiang Xianjun gritted his teeth but refused to tell the truth, let alone confess Mianmian. After beating and scolding her for a while, Jiang's mother felt bored and returned to the table to eat.

Jiang Xianjun also sat down, picked up a bowl of rice and silently ate it.

Father Jiang looked left and right, sighed secretly, and did not dare to speak.

A night meal ended in this silent and suffocating atmosphere.

When she was clearing away the dishes in the kitchen at night, Jiang's mother said to Jiang's father who was sitting at the entrance of the kitchen: "Xianjun, this kid doesn't know what's going on. He was so popular when he was a child and listened to everything he said. Now he has grown up a little."

My son is no longer obedient and has learned to fight against me. Who did he learn from to be bad?"

Father Jiang smiled bitterly: "Did Xianjun learn bad things? I didn't realize it..."

"boom!"

A bowl hit the pot hard. Fortunately, the water in the pot cushioned the impact, and the bowl did not break except for the splash of water used to clean the pot.

"Look, you're doing the opposite to me. I said yes, but you insist on saying no. Xianjun is just like you!"

Jiang's father couldn't laugh or cry, so he could only beg for mercy.

"How dare I confront you? I respect you in everything. When you get angry, I am so scared that I dare not speak. If you do that to my parents, I can turn a blind eye. I am not treating you well.

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Jiang's mother liked to hear soft words, and her anger subsided a little. She picked up the bowl that had been thrown away before and started washing it. While washing, she continued to discuss Jiang Xianjun's affairs with Jiang's father.

Just like countless parents in the world, they talk and compare their children's childhood and current changes. Most of them miss the naive or smart and well-behaved children when they were young, and fear that now they have grown up and have their own opinions and thoughts.

To put it bluntly, most parents are similar to Jiang’s mother, and they truly love their children with all their heart.

But the desire to control children really makes them feel suffocated.

What they often overlook is that children are not your pets.

Even if it is a pet you keep, it is impossible to follow your instructions in everything. There will always be times when it breaks down and its wild nature rears its ugly head.

If animals are like this, what about us humans, as the primates of all things?

Naturally this is even more true.

Therefore, loving a child does not mean controlling his thoughts, guiding his behavior, and letting him become your puppet all the time, thereby losing his own thinking and judgment.

Their own lives need to be written by themselves.

Okay, I'm going too far now. After Jiang's mother and Jiang's father talked about it for a long time, most of their emotions were vented.

"Xianjun ate half of the burnt rice at night, and I don't know if he will have a stomachache. I'm really worried." Mother Jiang said again.

Father Jiang's eyes rolled, and he took the opportunity to persuade kindly: "This child is stubborn, otherwise, please don't give the burnt rice to my father in the future, so as not to make this child stupid again, don't you think?"

Mother Jiang thought about it for a moment and could only nod.

Jiang's father breathed a sigh of relief. In case Jiang's mother noticed any other intentions, he quickly changed the subject and asked Jiang's mother: "Our in-laws have a grandson this afternoon, so we won't be here tomorrow."

Well, come and have a look. Tell me tomorrow, should we go over and have a look? After all, this is the in-laws' house."

Although Jiang's father is extremely cowardly and henpecked at home, he is also understanding of all kinds of people and things outside.

And Jiang's mother, too, is a good-looking person outside.

"I definitely have to go see it, but I'll just take a look with my eyes tomorrow, so don't go." Mother Jiang said.

"Why don't I go?" Father Jiang asked again.

Jiang's mother rolled her eyes: "It's not like I'm adding a fat grandson, why are you going to take a look? I'm just adding a girl who will lose money. I can go alone."

"However, when it's time to take the ninth bath, we have to give the ninth bath gift. Alas, it will delay my twenty eggs, two pounds of brown sugar and a piece of silk. I feel really distressed. I want to have a baby at the same time, so I can't
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