Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 315 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 10

When they got home, Lao Fu was still sleeping in bed, and they could hear him snoring as soon as they entered the room.

“We’re working hard in the fields, while he’s sleeping comfortably at home,” Song Xianyin complained.

Song Qin clicked her tongue at Song Xianyin, her brows furrowed tightly: "You're a strange person. How can your father be compared to you? Why are you talking about your father like that?"

Song Xianyin thought to herself, "She's not only talking about her man, she's also going to talk about her."

Song Qin put down what she was holding and went to the kitchen to cook, and Fu Zhiyi followed her in.

Song Xianyin collapsed onto a wooden chair, exhausted, staring at the completely blackened wood on the ceiling.

As soon as Fu Ci got home, he took his clothes and went to take a shower; he didn't like the feeling of sweating.

The atmosphere between the mother and daughter in the kitchen was very harmonious.

"Are you tired today?" Song Qin asked with a smile.

Fu Zhiyi hesitated for a moment and then nodded: "I'm a little tired."

Song Qin felt sorry for her when she saw her face: "Your face is all red from the sun. You're so clumsy. Even your sister knows how to be lazy. Why don't you ever try to be lazy?"

Fu Zhiyi's ears turned red as she picked at the vegetable leaves: "I'm afraid Mom is too tired."

Song Qin's eyes showed some relief: "Zhiyi, you are the most sensible of my three children."

She sighed: "Your eldest brother is a man, and there are many things you can't explain to him. Your second sister is also a selfish person who is always thinking about her own things."

Song Qin looked at the obedient Fu Zhiyi beside her and patted her head: "You're too obedient again. Don't keep working like a fool next time. Go and rest when you're tired, okay?"

Fu Zhiyi's eyes reddened, and she nodded.

She didn't feel safe in this house.

She knew that almost all the family's resources were focused on her father and older brother. Song Xianyin was particularly spoiled, and her mother was always worried that she would cause trouble, so she received the least attention in the family.

All of this terrified her.

When the meal was almost ready, Song Qin, wearing an apron, went to call Lao Fu to eat.

A commotion came from the room. Old Fu had a terrible temper when he woke up, and every time you tried to wake him up, you ended up arguing with him.

He came out of the room with a dark expression, his clothes all wrinkled from sleeping.

"Why didn't you come back earlier? It's so late now, I can't even eat."

The evening breeze was a bit cool. A wooden chair was placed by the door, and Song Xianyin soon fell into a drowsy sleep.

No one paid him any attention, so Lao Fu kept complaining: "I told you not to make these dishes. It's the same dishes every day. I'm sick of eating them."

Fu Zhiyi brought in the dishes, not daring to speak.

Song Qin glanced at him: "You haven't been eating every day. You haven't eaten for several days."

Old Fu's eyes widened, and his voice rose: "So what if we haven't eaten for several days? It's always the same dishes."

Song Qin said helplessly, "Fine, fine, I won't eat these dishes anymore."

Before all the dishes were served, Lao Fu had already started eating with his chopsticks. The more he ate, the worse his complexion became: "Why didn't you put more chili peppers? It tastes like this with no flavor at all."

Song Qin wiped the sweat from her forehead and explained, "The kids said they ate too much spicy food a few days ago and their stomachs are upset."

Old Fu glared at him: "Your stomach is upset? You must have eaten some weird stuff outside. You ruined the food."

Song Qin sighed, unsure of what to do.

"Then do it yourself! You don't do any work, and you talk so much all day long." Song Xianyin's face was full of black lines.

Song Qin frowned and looked at Song Xianyin: "Second brother, you're not allowed to talk to your father like that."

"I don't do any work? How much work have you done? Aren't I tired of supporting this family?" Old Fu slammed his chopsticks on the table.

Song Xianyin ignored him and simply sat down opposite him.

"Did the chili peppers irritate your brain? If you don't want to eat it, then don't eat it."

"Song Xianyin! How dare you talk to your father like that!" Song Qin tugged at Song Xianyin.

Song Xianyin impatiently shook her off: "Then make him a new one with more chili, I just want to eat this one anyway."

Fu Zhi felt a little tense and gently tugged at Song Qin: "Mother, let me go make it for Father."

With a stern face, Song Qin turned around and went straight to the kitchen.

A moment later, the sound of cooking came from the kitchen, and Fu Zhiyi stood there somewhat at a loss.

She glanced at Song Xianyin, then looked outside.

What to do... we've argued again...

Song Xianyin had already sat down and started eating. Her village was already known for its people who could eat spicy food, but Lao Fu's tolerance for spice was like that of an alien.

Song Qin also has a bad stomach; she gets diarrhea if she eats even a little bit of spicy food. In the past, she would put in a ton of chili peppers when cooking. When asked why she always put in so many chili peppers, she would say it was because Lao Fu liked to eat them.

She just picked up her medicine at the clinic a few days ago, and judging by the current situation, she'll definitely have to go again in a few days.

Fu Zhiyi ran to the back kitchen and whispered, "Mother."

But Song Qin was angry and ignored her, and Fu Zhiyi's eyes immediately turned red.

She didn't dare stay in the kitchen any longer and just stood outside the house.

Fu Ci had already finished washing the clothes, and he happened to come back with them.

Fu Zhiyi had never been close to Fu Ci since childhood, and she called out softly, "Brother."

Fu Ci responded, "Why don't you go in?"

"Dad and Mom are arguing again, saying the food isn't spicy enough..."

Fu Ci walked into the house. Song Xianyin had almost finished eating, and her mood had improved considerably after the meal.

She glanced at the two people who came in.

“From now on, just follow her wherever she goes,” Fu Ci suddenly said.

Song Xianyin stared at him, completely bewildered: "Who?"

Fu Ci didn't speak, and Song Xianyin pursed her lips, indicating she wasn't talking to her.

Old Fu went back into the room, slamming the door shut.

Song Qin cooked some dishes again, adding a lot of chili peppers. She put the dishes on the table and went back into the room to coax Lao Fu.

“Actually, Mother has two sons, and you also have an older brother.” Song Xianyin leaned back in her recliner and touched her belly.

Sure enough, she ate her fill by herself.

Fu Zhiyi glanced at her, then looked at Fu Ci. She was afraid her older brother would scold her for saying such things.

However, Fu Ci didn't react much and just quietly ate his meal.

Seeing that Fu Zhiyi was only eating vegetables, Song Xianyin asked in confusion, "Dad isn't here right now, why aren't you eating meat?"

Since Lao Fu isn't here, won't they just divide up his meat?

Fu Zhiyi's voice was barely audible: "I'll save it for my mother."

Song Xianyin's lips twitched: "Don't worry, Mother won't eat it. She'll save it for Father to eat the next day."

Fu Zhiyi fell silent.

Song Xianyin found it strange that Fu Zhiyi was so fierce to her, but so afraid of the other family members.

"Give me your eggs for tomorrow!" Song Xianyin said fiercely.

If they were in the room, Fu Zhiyi would have already started her sarcastic remarks, but they were outside.

Fu Zhiyi pretended not to hear.

She wouldn't give it to her; those were her eggs.