Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 393 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 88

On the way home, Song Qin and Song Xianyin didn't exchange a single word.

The uncle, driving his tractor, said with a smile, "Little sister, your mother is leaving tomorrow? You two should talk a lot tonight."

Song Xianyin remained silent.

The middle-aged man glanced back and asked, "Why are you unhappy? You were quite happy when you came here."

Song Qin also said with a cold face, "She has a terrible temper, and anyone can upset her."

The older man asked curiously, "What's wrong? You two are arguing again? You're leaving tomorrow and you're still arguing."

Song Qin gets angry whenever she thinks about that incident. She said, "I felt sorry for the two siblings who had to go home as soon as they had a holiday, so I thought about renting a house for them near the school. But she complained that the house was not good and kept a long face without saying a word."

The uncle frowned, looking at Song Xianyin: "Little sister, you're not doing this right. Your mother is only doing this for your own good. She's leaving tomorrow, and you're still arguing with her. Aren't you hurting her feelings? Quickly apologize to her, and this matter will be over, okay?"

Song Xianyin kept her head down and remained silent.

What's wrong with her?

She wasn't frowning at all; she was clearly smiling!

If she doesn't smile, does that mean she has a stern face? But she doesn't smile usually either, so why doesn't she say she usually has a stern face too? She's clearly just picking a fight.

The uncle was about to say something when Song Qin interrupted him, "Alright, alright, don't talk to her anymore. She won't listen anyway. She's getting more and more disobedient as she grows up."

The uncle sighed, "My kid is the same; now that he's grown up, he doesn't even listen to me anymore. Kids these days are so hard to teach. They have much better conditions than we did back then, and their expectations are much higher."

Song Qin chimed in, "That's right."

Song Xianyin grew increasingly angry as she saw Song Qin and the others joining forces to talk about her.

She's always like this; whenever she's in the wrong, she drags others along to yell at her.

When they got home, Lao Fu was chatting with someone at the door.

Old Fu, smoking a cigarette and raising his chin slightly, said, "Hey, what are you going there for? If you're going, you should go to Linhai City. There are many factories there, and you can find work quickly."

“You stay at home farming all day and don’t care about what’s going on outside. You don’t understand these things. If you go there by yourself, you might get scammed.”

What do these people know? All they know is how to farm. They've never really left the area in their lives; the farthest they've ever been is to town. It's embarrassing to even talk about it.

Seeing that Song Qin and the others had returned, he nodded to her and said, "Go and cook quickly, I'm starving."

Song Qin frowned and asked, "Didn't I cook you a bowl of noodles? Didn't you eat it?"

Old Fu said, "Noodles, noodles, noodles! By the time I remembered, the noodles were already all soggy. You could at least cook a few dishes. How much time does it take to cook a few dishes?"

Song Qin replied, "Alright, alright, I'll do it now."

After dinner, she will start packing her things.

Old Fu also walked into the house and said, "When are you going to pack up all your things? They're blocking the doorway and making it impossible to squeeze in."

“You’ve been away for a while, and you’ve become quite lazy. Logically, you should have tidied up all these things when you came back on the first day. Look, the house is now full of your stuff.”

Song Qin felt a little guilty and said, "I'll tidy up myself tonight."

Old Fu said impatiently, "I always have to call you before you do it."

He sat back down in his rocking chair and leisurely listened to the radio.

He had learned a few new opera tunes from somewhere, and he hummed them happily while drinking tea.

That's how it should be; that's what a home should feel like.

It's ridiculous for a woman to work outside while leaving her husband at home; it shows a complete lack of manners.

"Let's stir-fry some duck tomorrow, with lots of chili peppers. And add some beans in too," Old Fu suddenly said, his mouth watering.

He saw others eating stir-fried duck at noon and felt a little envious.

If Song Qin doesn't come back, who will cook for him?

Seeing that Song Qin didn't speak, Lao Fu became a little impatient: "I'm talking to you, did you hear me? I said add more chili."

Song Qin said helplessly, "I heard it, I heard it."

Before she leaves, cook some duck for her.

Song Qin shouted to Fu Ci, "Boss, go ask Old Jiang if he has any duck meat?"

Fu Ci responded and glanced at Song Xianyin's room.

As soon as she got back, she locked herself in her room, and there wasn't a sound coming from inside.

Fu Zhiyi sat quietly by the fire, not daring to go inside, afraid that her mother would overthink things.

The dishes were ready in no time.

Old Fu didn't wait for them; he picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

Song Qin stir-fried some vegetables, wiped her hands on her apron, and then called Fu Zhiyi to eat.

Seeing that Song Qin was still washing the pot, Fu Zhiyi said, "Mom, don't wash it anymore. You should eat first. I'll wash the pot later."

Song Qin smiled at her: "You eat first, I'll wait for your brother to come back before I eat."

After a while, Fu Ci returned with a duck.

Song Qin took the duck from his hand and pushed him to eat: "You go eat quickly, I'll lock this duck up first."

Fu Ci glanced at the people at the table, frowned, and asked, "Isn't she eating?"

Fu Zhiyi paused for a moment, then lowered her head and shook it. She didn't dare to call Song Xianyin for dinner; her mother hadn't even spoken yet.

Fu Ci's brows furrowed even more.

He got up and went straight to Song Xianyin's room.

He knocked on the door and said, "Come out for dinner."

He was met with silence.

Fu Ci continued, "There are bamboo shoots tonight. Don't you love bamboo shoots?"

His answer was still silence.

At this moment, Song Qin had already washed her hands and was sitting at the dining table. She was eating while looking in Fu Ci's direction.

Seeing no response from the room, Song Qin raised her voice: "Boss, you should eat first. Don't mind her. If she doesn't want to eat, then she shouldn't. She's really spoiled."

Fu Ci stood at the door in silence for a while, then said, "I'm coming in."

As soon as he opened the door, Song Xianyin had tightly covered herself with the blanket, so he couldn't see her head at all.

Fu Ci pulled at the blanket, and Song Xianyin rolled onto the inside of the bed.

Fu Ci:......

Fu Ci lowered his voice: "If you don't eat now, you'll only have cold rice to eat tonight. Your mother and the others will be packing their luggage tonight, and you won't dare to come out to eat, so you'll have to go hungry all night."

His response was still silence.

Just then, Song Qin stormed in, her brows furrowed and her hand gripping Fu Ci's tightly.

Song Qin said, "Why do you care about her? One meal won't starve her. If she doesn't want to eat, then she shouldn't eat."

"Anyway, there are people she doesn't want to see at the dinner table, people she hates. It's normal that she won't eat. Once that person she hates leaves, she'll naturally come out to eat!"

Fu Ci had a headache: "Mother, please don't talk like that, it will make her feel uncomfortable too."

Song Qin's voice suddenly rose: "She's not feeling well either, yes! She really isn't feeling well. Ever since the day I came back, she hasn't felt at ease!"

Fu Ci was afraid that Song Qin would say something hurtful again because she was angry, so he dragged her out.