Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 379 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 74

Actually, Lao Fu was already awake when Song Qin got home.

But he was already feeling guilty, so he wouldn't take the initiative to go out and greet them.

He lay on the bed, pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed.

“Dad came out to eat, and Mom brought back a lot of things.” Song Xianyin opened the wooden door to the room.

Old Fu slept peacefully, snoring softly.

Song Xianyin was too lazy to look at his feigned sleep and went straight out.

He was still cursing Uncle Jiang before his mother came back.

After Song Qin returned, he immediately demonstrated how he could fall asleep in a second.

"Where's your father? Doesn't he want to eat?" Song Qin asked.

“He was asleep and didn’t say anything,” Song Xianyin answered honestly.

Everyone knew perfectly well whether he was asleep or not, but no one dared to bring it up.

Song Qin and Fu Zhiyi hadn't eaten all day. When Fu Ci found out, he went straight to the kitchen to cook, with Song Xianyin following closely behind him.

"You're cooking with your brother too?" Song Qin asked, somewhat surprised.

When she was at home, Song Xianyin never went into the kitchen.

Song Xianyin replied, "I'll go help my brother."

But when they say they're helping, they really just stand by and watch.

To make herself seem less of a nuisance, Song Xianyin even brought a bowl.

"Wash that scallion," Fu Ci said to Song Xianyin beside him without looking up as he stir-fried the vegetables.

Song Xianyin immediately went to wash the scallions happily.

As long as you have something to do, you won't feel awkward.

A moment later, Song Qin walked in.

She smiled at the two people in the kitchen: "I thought that since I wasn't home, neither of you knew how to cook."

She watched Song Xianyin wash the vegetables and smiled, "Just shake the scallions in the water, no need to wash them so clean."

Song Xianyin shook her head, handed the scallions to Fu Ci, and then stood beside him with a bowl in her hand.

Song Qin couldn't help but laugh: "You're just standing here, you might as well let your brother do it himself."

Every time Fu Ci turned around, he would bump into Song Xianyin.

Song Xianyin was extremely embarrassed at this moment.

"Mom, do you want it spicier or not?" Fu Ci suddenly asked.

"Hey, I'll put in less chili."

“People over there don’t eat spicy food, so my mother doesn’t dare to eat much spicy food now, because it makes her stomach uncomfortable.”

While cooking, Fu Ci asked, "How is your stomach now, Mother?"

Previously, because Lao Fu liked spicy food, every dish at home was extremely spicy.

Song Qin has a bad stomach, but she still eats spicy food, which causes her stomach pain every time.

"I've seen the doctor a few times, and I'm almost fully recovered," Song Qin replied, her eyes crinkling into a smile.

A short while later, Fu Zhiyi also arrived at the kitchen.

The four people standing in the kitchen made the already cramped room seem even cramped.

Song Qin waved to Song Xianyin: "Come on, don't block your brother."

Song Xianyin had no choice but to go out with Song Qin.

The mother and daughter sat at the table.

Song Qin frowned as she touched Song Xianyin's hand: "Why are your hands so cold? I just told you to put on those clothes, why didn't you wear them?"

"It's a bit hot to wear this," Song Xianyin replied, while looking down and picking at the hole burned by a cigarette butt on the tablecloth.

The tablecloth was pilling, and small black patches had formed on the holes burned by the fireworks.

This tablecloth was burned by the people who came to play cards; they accidentally touched it while smoking.

Song Qin watched his actions and touched the burnt hole: "How did it get so rotten? Why didn't your father buy a new one?"

He said he was fine.

Song Qin was trying to find topics to talk about, and Song Xianyin knew that Song Qin was also trying to find topics to talk about.

But they just didn't have anything to say.

Song Xianyin would rather Song Qin not talk to her anymore, because she felt that it was quite tiring for Song Qin to find topics to talk about.

"Next time you have a holiday, Mom will take you there to play. There are so many fun things to do there."

Fu Zhiyi smiled and said, "Yes, there's a big amusement park over there. My classmates all like to go there, and you should like it too."

Song Qin became interested and looked at Fu Zhiyi: "Then why haven't you gone out to play with your classmates? I've never heard you mention it."

Fu Zhiyi cracked open some peanuts, looking uninterested: "I'm not interested in those things. I'd rather stay home and do more practice problems."

Song Qin looked at her helplessly: "Don't just bury your head in your studies every day. Go out and play more like the other students, or you'll become stupid from studying."

She then looked at Song Xianyin and said, "Second sister, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Song Xianyin nodded. She felt extremely uncomfortable and had never been so embarrassed before.

But how could this happen? She never used to be like this.

Her emotions are so strange.

Fu Ci quickly finished cooking, and Song Xianyin hurried to serve him the dishes.

Once she left the house, Song Xianyin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fu Ci glanced at Song Xianyin and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Song Xianyin shook her head and didn't say anything, only helping Fu Ci serve the dishes.

During the meal, Song Qin kept putting food on Song Xianyin's plate, and Song Xianyin buried her head in her food.

“I remember you used to be such a picky eater, how come you’re not picky about food now that you’re all grown up? It seems you’ve become more sensible,” Song Qin said with emotion.

It's only been a year, and this child has changed so quickly.

"How's your eldest son doing at school? I called your teacher last time, but he didn't say anything. Is he treating you badly?" Song Qin asked with some concern.

The teacher didn't say anything, and her attitude wasn't very good either.

Fu Ci said calmly, "It's nothing, Mother, don't worry."

Just then, a sound suddenly came from inside the house.

Suddenly, a sound came from the back door, coming from the direction of the outhouse.

The four of them exchanged a silent glance.

Old Fu had a sullen face.

He didn't want to get out of bed, but he just couldn't hold it in any longer.

He could smell the aroma of the food a long time ago, and his stomach had been rumbling.

But he was too ashamed to have dinner with them.

They didn't invite him, so why should he go out to eat with them? That's the Song family's food; what right does this guy surnamed Fu have to eat there?

A short while later, the back door rang again, and the house fell silent once more.

Song Qin was silent for a while: "If your dad wakes up, just call him to get up and have a meal. It's so late, he's probably a little hungry."

Song Xianyin went inside to call for help.

She opened the door and called out, "Dad, Mom wants you to come out for dinner."

Old Fu lay on the bed without saying a word.

Song Xianyin raised her voice and continued shouting, "Dad, can you hear me?"

Old Fu slowly opened his eyes. He frowned and looked at Song Xianyin: "What's all the noise about? I was asleep, and you woke me up again."

"Dad, are you going to eat or not?" Song Xianyin continued to ask.

If her mother told her to call him, she wouldn't want to call him at all.

"What are you going to eat? What are you going to eat so late at night! Don't you need to sleep?!"

Old Fu cursed, turned over, and went back to sleep.

Song Xianyin rolled her eyes and closed the door.

She went out and looked at Song Qin: "He said he doesn't want to eat, he wants to sleep."

He'd better not get up for breakfast tomorrow. Now he knows how embarrassing it is, but he must have felt so good about it back then.

The cold wind outside kept howling, seeping in through the cracks in the wooden window.

Old Fu was dressed very warmly, wrapped in a thick quilt, but he still couldn't help but shiver.