Just after dinner was served, there was a knock on the door from outside, Shen Han rushed out to open the door, followed by a family of three who came in, Shen Jia bowed his head and followed behind.
"Dad, are you having lunch or dinner?" Shen Sizhi licked his face, looking for words.
Shen Jiaxing pointed at the clock on the chest of drawers angrily: "You can't read the time? What time is it for dinner?"
Shen Sizhi touched his nose but didn't dare to say anything, he did something wrong, and his waist couldn't be lifted, not to mention that his waist had been in bad shape for the past few years. Sore, sore nose.
Zhang Yumei handed the basket in her hand to the table, and smiled apologetically, "Dad, this is the big wonton I made. It's a snack for the children."
The basket was covered with white gauze, and under the gauze, you could vaguely see the neatly spread large wontons. Zhang Yumei's craftsmanship is still very good, and the sea market snacks are delicious and clean.
Shen Jiaxing looked at his son and daughter-in-law who nodded and bowed in front of him, and he didn't feel proud at all. He would rather have them live well and run over arrogantly to show off, rather than being as desolate as they are now.
"What is Shen Jia doing recently?" Shen Jiaxing became angry when he saw Shen Jia who was shrinking his head behind him, and his face became cold.
Shen Jia shrank her neck and didn't dare to say a word. Zhang Yumei hurriedly said, "Dad, Xiaobao is very good now. He doesn't go out to hang out with his former friends. He stays at home every day."
"Staying at home every day? Don't you have to go to work?" Shen Jiaxing's voice became even colder, Shen Jia's neck was almost hanging down on his stomach, and he didn't dare to look up at all.
Zhang Yumei's smile was stagnant, she opened her mouth to speak, but Shen Jiaxing interrupted: "Is he dumb? Let him speak for himself!"
Shen Jia didn't say a word for a long time, Zhang Yumei was anxious, tugged at his sleeve, and urged him in a low voice: "Grandpa asks you something, answer it quickly!"
"I...I...I've lost my job." Shen Jia blushed and held back, stammering.
Shen Jiaxing's eyebrows twitched, and he asked blankly, "How come the job is gone?"
"Let the unit open." Shen Jia replied in a low voice.
Zhang Yumei was afraid that Shen Jiaxing would be angry, so she quickly explained: "Dad, it's really not my Xiaobao's fault, it's all the fox's murder. The court said Xiaobao was wronged, but the unit refused to let Xiaobao go back to work, saying: It's a bad influence."
Shen Jiao couldn't help but choked: "The flies don't stare at the seamless eggs, why does that little jade only harm Shen Jia if he doesn't harm others? Your son is not a good guy, and I have to be the leader of the unit."
Zhang Yumei's chest was filled with panic, but she still held back, she didn't dare to reply with a smile on her face, her son still had to ask Shen Jiao for help with her work, so let this dead girl run a few words, it's fine, there won't be any less meat.
Shen Jiao snorted softly, too lazy to take care of the family, Gu Zi sat down, scooped soup for the little ones, and then peeled the shrimp for them. The big prawns that were fished out of the sea in the morning were fresh, tender, and rich in nutrients. The child eats well.
"What is Shen Jia's plan? Eat at home every day and wait to die like a rice bug?" Shen Jiaxing asked coldly.
Shen Jia hummed for a long time and couldn't say anything. In fact, he thought it was fine to stay at home every day. The outside world was terrible, and it was safer at home, but his parents insisted that he go to work. What's so good about work? , Hard and tired, but not much money.
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60s:PETITE WIFE
Ciencia FicciónMTL I DO NOT OWN THIS STORY FOR READING PURPOSE ONLY CREDIT TO THE AUTHOR xiaojiao wife sits in the bowl, brother soldier, come and pet me! Shen Jiaojiao: I have three treasures, and my body is soft and easy to push down; Brother Han: I have three...