Chapter 348

When cooking in the evening, song's mother found that the gas at home was out of gas. No wonder there was no trace of fire work at home. It turned out that the gas was out.

It's too late again. It's certain that no one will send gas to the door. We can only wait until tomorrow morning.

In desperation, song Qingcheng ordered takeout to eat. She didn't order any more. She just ordered their mother and daughter's meal.

In half an hour.

Song Qingcheng takes the meal and puts it on the table. She goes to the room and pushes song Xiaomei out to eat. Mother song is still cleaning the floor in the bathroom.

As soon as she pushed song Xiaomei out, she saw her grandmother and father sitting at the table in the shape of master fan, ready to eat. Song Qingcheng's face sank and came quickly.

"I'm sorry. This is my mother's and me's meal." Song Qingcheng said impolitely.

Old lady song is smelling a delicious food. When she is swallowing, she is splashed with cold water from her head by song Qingcheng. She reaches over to open the lunch box and stops.

"What do you mean?" Song old lady immediately not willing to pull a face, "I kind-hearted take you back to count worthy of you, do you still want to give us dinner?"

"If you want to eat, you can buy it yourself. I can't afford you. Besides, I am looking for the house here, and I pay the rent. If I accept you, I should say it. " Song Qingcheng was determined not to show weakness.

"You --" old lady song gritted her teeth.

Looking at the arrogant granny, song Qingcheng laughed instead, "it's not good. Give me the money, I can spend some flow to help you."

She was very reluctant.

From now on, she will never live in the weakness of her family.

"Song Qingcheng, you unfilial girl..." In a rage, old lady song took the lunch box from the table and was about to smash it at her. Dare not let her eat, then they don't want to eat.

However, as soon as old lady song raised her hand, song Qingcheng raised her hand and clasped it. She had great strength. Old lady song earned two times and was not her opponent at all.

Song Qingcheng's face was cold, and he said in a voice, "I am unfilial to people."

"You You... " Old lady song was out of breath.

Seeing this, song's father stood up to persuade the old lady, "Mom Mom, don't tell her the same thing. Let's go, son. I'll take you to the mutton hot pot. "

Song's father knows that he sent song Xiaomei and song's mother to the hospital. Song Qingcheng hasn't found a chance to settle accounts with him. Naturally, he has to pretend to be a good man.

When old lady song heard that she was eating hot pot, she calmed down. However, she sarcastically said, "I don't care about the street stalls you eat!"

"I wish you have hot pot every day." Song Qingcheng has a knife in her smile.

If they could eat and drink well every day, they would not lose their temper all over the place for money.

"Mom, come out for dinner." Song Qingcheng called to the bathroom.

The first time song Xiaomei met her good-natured sister, she got angry. The key is that she subdued her father and grandmother. She couldn't help saying, "sister, you were really fierce just now."

"Then you say, sister, is that right?"

"Yes Song Xiaomei nodded heavily.

"I'll show you every day after that." Song Qingcheng scratched her head.

"Well, grandma won't dare bully us any more." Song Xiaomei is simple. She has been treated coldly in this family, but she doesn't dare to resist. It's not easy for someone to vent her anger. Of course, she is happy.

Song's mother came out of the bathroom and heard her sisters chatting. She asked curiously, "what do you two say?"

The two sisters looked at each other in tacit agreement, and song Qingcheng replied, "we are saying that we should rely on self-improvement in the future."

Song's mother couldn't understand these words, so she laughed. Suddenly, I found that there were fewer people in the room, "where are your father and your grandmother?"

"People have gone to drink spicy food, and they don't like the street stalls we eat." Song Qingcheng said.

"Are you arguing with them again?" Song's mother just inside seems to hear the noise outside, but she doesn't think much about it.

"What do you mean I had a fight with them?" Song Qingcheng complained, "they are going out to eat mutton hotpot. My little sister can testify for me. "

"Well, I also heard them say what kind of mutton hot pot they want to eat." Song Xiaomei quickly nods and follows Ying He.

Without much thought, song's mother sat down at the table.

Song Qingcheng ordered three dishes and one soup, and specially ordered two more portions of rice. She plans to save it for tomorrow morning's egg fried rice. She knows that her sister likes egg fried rice best.

But the rice at home was not delicious, and the fried rice with eggs was tasteless, so I ordered two more from the outside for two yuan.

After dinner, song Xiaomei washes and goes back to her room. Song Qingcheng is in her mother's room again, helping her make the bed again.

When I left, I still had clean and brand-new sheets and quilt covers. Now I'm dirty. The key point is that I was burned by cigarette ends with several holes of different sizes.

Song's mother can't remember that this is the first set of sheets and quilt covers burned by song's father's smoking on the bed. She used to talk about it, but later she was too lazy to talk about it.Busy half of the time, song Xiaomei in the room called: "sister, your phone rang."

Song Qingcheng made up the phone card and used it in her sister's cell phone.

"Help me see who it is?" Song Qingcheng said.

"Grandma..."

Song Qingcheng's hand movement.

She didn't expect that Mrs. Ji would call herself. In other words, she thought that she could always calmly forget the past.

But No,

"Qing Cheng..."

"The city?"

Song's mother called her when she saw that she was distracted. She didn't respond to the first sound. It was not until the second sound that song Qingcheng recovered.

"Go and answer the phone." Song Mu Dao.

Song Qingcheng nodded, put down the quilt and left the room.

Song's mother looked at her daughter behind her, thinking deeply.

Grandma

Obviously it can't be my grandmother.

……

When song Qingcheng got the phone, the old lady's phone had already hung up. She hurried back.

"Qing Cheng, I got through to you. Why do you always turn off the power these days? " When the phone was picked up, the old lady's anxious voice came.

"Oh, I broke my cell phone. Today, I just replaced my phone card and used it on my sister's cell phone." Song Qingcheng realized that maybe he didn't have contact, just couldn't contact himself.

"I said, how can I get through all the time? I'm so worried."

Although I haven't heard the old lady's voice for only a week, it's still as kind as ever.

"I'm sorry, granny, for worrying you."

"It's OK." The old lady sounded relieved.

"Well, what can I do for you?" Song Qingcheng asked.

"Well, it will be Chinese New Year in a few days. Your aunt and your uncle are coming to our house for Chinese new year this year. There are not many new year's goods in this family. I'm going to buy some more. If you can come back, we'll just go together. If you can't come back, grandma will ask what you like to eat, and then grandma will buy some for you. "