This was originally a good thing. If word spread, others would only praise Jiang's mother for being filial and a good daughter-in-law. However, Jiang Xianjun took the bowl and chopsticks but stood still.

"Hey, send it over quickly, and come back for dinner after sending it over." Mother Jiang ordered again.

Jiang Xianjun still stood there without moving, with a pair of thick eyebrows knitted together on his fair face, his face full of embarrassment.

"What's going on with your kid?" Jiang's mother raised a thin brow.

"Mom, are you going to give these to my father?" Jiang Xianjun looked at the contents in the bowl and asked with courage.

Mother Jiang banged the spatula in her hand against the edge of the pot and asked sternly: "What are you talking about? There are rice, vegetables and salted duck eggs, but you can't eat this? Aren't we eating this too?"

Jiang Xianjun saw that his mother was anxious, and his face turned red with anxiety. He quickly explained: "No, mother, what I mean is...this rice, this rice is burnt and cannot be eaten, not to mention that my father has an old man's teeth."

It’s not good…”

"Who says you can't eat it if it's burnt? Chew it more and it will become softer! If you don't use hot tea to make it, there will still be a burnt aroma of rice crackers. It's such a good thing.

I can’t even eat it, please send it to me quickly.”

"Mom, isn't this bad..."

"Okay, I have the final say. You deliver it as soon as possible. If you don't deliver the letter, I'll slap you if you don't believe it?"

"Mom, dad will be unhappy when he sees it later."

"He dares!" Jiang's mother's decibel level suddenly increased several degrees.

Just then, Jiang's father followed Jiang's mother's instructions and came to the kitchen after washing his hands. When he saw mother and son in a stalemate, he couldn't help but ask: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Xianjun didn't dare to say anything and lowered his head to look into the bowl.

Jiang's father also saw it and was stunned for a moment, "Why is Xianjun eating this food? It's burnt. Stop eating it..."

Jiang's father stretched out his hand to snatch the rice bowl from Jiang Xianjun's hand. Jiang Xianjun murmured: "Dad, this is what my mother sent me to give to me..."

Jiang's father's fingers suddenly froze. The man raised his head and looked at Jiang's mother in surprise, with shock and questioning in his eyes.

Mother Jiang was holding a spatula in one hand and her other hand was on her hip. She raised her chin and glared at Father Jiang with brows raised.

"Um?"

After a single syllable with a slightly raised final sound was uttered, Jiang's father's pupils shrank, and he immediately shrank his shoulders. Instead of grabbing his job, he patted Jiang Xianjun's shoulder: "Then you should send it to your father earlier.

Bar!"

"Dad, my grandfather's teeth are not good enough. This rice is all burnt." Jiang Xianjun whispered.

How could Father Jiang not know?

The man drooped his head and glanced at Mother Jiang secretly from the corner of his eye. Mother Jiang still maintained her posture with her hands on her hips. The man was so frightened that he quickly retracted his gaze and pushed Jiang Xianjun out: "Don't make your mother angry, go and come back quickly."

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Jiang Xianjun just walked out the door and headed to Lao Jiangtou's old house with his rice bowl in hand.

At this time, it was not completely dark yet, and most of the villagers were cooking dinner at home, but occasionally they could meet one or two people on the road.

Jiang Xianjun did not dare to stop and say hello to the other party, for fear that they would see what he had given him.

Old Jiangtou guarded the Jiang family's old house alone, and the Jiang family's old house and the old Yang's family's old house were right next to each other. If not for this, Old Yangtou and Old Jiangtou would not have developed a deep friendship.

If Jiang Xianjun wants to go to the Jiang family's old house, he must pass by the entrance of the main room in front of Lao Yang's house.

A figure just came out of the house and almost bumped into Jiang Xianjun.

Both of them were startled and stepped back while apologizing to each other.

Hearing the other person's voice and raising their heads to see the other person's face, they both froze at the same time.

"Mianmian?"

"Well, it's me."

The two people stood face to face, both blushing with embarrassment.

Although Jiang Xianjun is usually very shy, he still has a little bit of courage in front of his sweetheart.

Feeling his pounding heart, he took two steps forward and looked at the red face with a smile. Jiang Xianjun was filled with joy: "It's almost dark, why did you come to the old house?"

Mianmian lifted the basket slung in her arm. There was a bowl inside, with another bowl upside down.

She whispered: "My sister-in-law gave birth to a baby girl. My mother made chicken soup and sent me to deliver some chicken soup to the old house."

"Why is there still a bowl left in the basket?" Jiang Xianjun asked again.

"My sister-in-law took the children back to her parents' house in the afternoon and there was an extra bowl."

"Oh, that's what happened." Jiang Xianjun nodded.

Mianmian also noticed the bowl he was holding in his hand, so she asked him in a very small voice: "What are you doing out there with the bowl?"

Jiang Xianjun subconsciously wanted to hide the bowl behind his back so that Mianmian wouldn't see it, but since she had seen it, he couldn't hide it anymore.

He felt very guilty and said with a blushing face: "My mother sent me to deliver food to my father."

"Sending food?" Mianmian was surprised and glanced at the contents of his bowl again.

At a casual glance before, the bowl was dark and had a burnt smell.

At this moment, she looked at it carefully and was secretly surprised.

To be honest, she thought he was feeding scraps to the dogs before, but she didn’t expect that they were actually meals for his father? Are you sure you’re not mistaken?

Jiang Xianjun could clearly see the surprise on Mianmian's face, and his heart was beating.

"Xianjun, are you sure the old man can eat such a thing?"

After a while, Mianmian summoned up the courage to ask.

Jiang Xianjun's face turned red, and his thick eyebrows were knitted together.

"I told my mother the same thing, but my mother... she had to ask me to give it to her."

"Then does your father know?"

Jiang Xianjun nodded: "Yes."

"Then he didn't stop him?" Mianmian became more and more surprised.

Jiang Xianjun smiled bitterly, "In my house...my mother has the final say."

"But, even if your mother has the final say, you can't bury your father with something like this!" Mianmian said again.

Jiang Xianjun could only smile bitterly.

Mianmian gritted her teeth and handed over the bowl in her basket.

"Empty your bowl and get this instead."

"Ah?" Jiang Xianjun was shocked. The bowl was filled with not only chicken soup, but also noodles, which were hot and fragrant.

"The old man has bad teeth, please take it as soon as possible!" Mianmian urged again.

"Mianmian, isn't this bad?" Jiang Xianjun was still struggling.

Mianmian ignored him and took his bowl, poured the burnt bowl into the ditch next to her, and then poured the chicken soup noodles in her own bowl into it.

"Hurry up and take it to your father to eat. I'm leaving."

"Mianmian..."

"What's wrong?" Mianmian turned to look at him.

"Nothing, I just want to say...you are so kind!"

Mian Mian's face suddenly turned red to the root of her neck, and her beautiful eyes were watery.

She glared at Jiang Xianjun, turned around and left quickly. The beautiful black whip raised a graceful arc in the night, gently patted her thin back, and hit Jiang Xianjun's heart again and again.
Chapter completed!