Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 244 Please Let Me Free a Meal 13

After returning home, Song's father resumed his life of being waited on hand and foot.

He experienced some setbacks in his life, but overall he was happy.

"You're really living a good life, with your son still by your side at such an old age."

The other elderly people in the village were unaware of the specific circumstances of Song's father.

Grandma Song only said that he worked from home specifically to take care of the two elderly people.

Grandma Song smiled and said, "I've already sent him out. What do we two old folks have to worry about?"

The other grandmothers laughed and said, "Isn't this good? I don't even know if my husband will come back for Chinese New Year this year."

Only at this time would Grandma Song, who was exhausted both physically and mentally, feel some comfort.

So what if he's ruined? At least he's still alive, and he won't have to come back only once every few years.

A woman carrying a hoe cheerfully asked Grandma Song, "Aunt Song, is he an e-commerce seller?"

Grandma Song was a little unsure how to say it: "I don't know what he does for a living. He only told me that I could do it at home with a computer."

The woman nodded: "Does he own his own company?"

Grandma Song suddenly remembered what her husband had told her last year and said, "It should be. He also told me that he was going to pay the employees' salaries or something."

The woman looked at Grandma Song with some difficulty: "Aunt Song, actually I have something I'd like to ask you for help with."

"Linlin doesn't want to work right now, but she needs an internship certificate for her studies. Could you ask him to stamp it for her?"

Grandma Song paused for a moment: "Let me mention this to him, just in case it's inconvenient for him."

"Okay, thank you, Aunt Song. It's nothing. Many of Linlin's classmates are like this. But as you know, our family doesn't own a company."

The group chatted for a while, then dispersed to do their own things.

Grandma Song prepared dinner, then, holding onto the handrail, climbed the wooden ladder to bring the food up.

This floor was originally used to store miscellaneous items, but it has now become Song's father's room.

The ground was littered with cigarette butts and ashes, and there were also a dozen or so empty bottles nearby.

"I told you not to drink so much, or you'll feel unwell again," Grandma said as she packed up her things.

But Mr. Song didn't listen at all. He was just scrolling through short videos, turning the volume up very loud, and laughing out loud every now and then.

Old Song's father felt no remorse whatsoever for still sponging off his family at his advanced age.

He was the youngest child in the family and was spoiled as he grew up. When he grew up, Grandpa Song and Grandma Song spent all their savings to buy him a house.

But he eventually blocked that house too.

Grandma Song packed her things and went downstairs. As she went downstairs, she glanced at Mr. Song, her eyes filled with disappointment.

She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, wondering why things had turned out this way.

"Why hasn't he come down again? What is he doing up there all day long?" Grandpa Song's tone was somewhat unfriendly.

He sat at the table, gulping down his tea: "It's all your fault for spoiling him. He's so old, and we still have to support him. Look at other people's sons, they either buy houses for their parents or take them to the city for fun. Look at him."

Grandma Song couldn't hold back her tears.

She didn't understand why this was her fault. She had given birth to four daughters, but her family was still not satisfied, and her mother-in-law always bullied her.

She thought that having a son would make her life better, but so far, nothing has changed; in fact, she's suffering even more than before.

After finishing his meal, Song's father threw his bowl and chopsticks on the ground, took a few sips of his drink, and then started scrolling through short videos.

Suddenly, he thought of something and rushed to the wardrobe.

He threw the clothes on the ground and went to find the money he had put in the corner of the closet.

As a result, both cash and cards disappeared.

"They stole my money! Who stole my money! Did you steal my money?"

He rushed downstairs and shouted at Grandma Song and Grandpa Song.

Grandma Song panicked: "What money? Did a thief break into the house? Who stole the money?"

Mr. Song glared at her fiercely: "What are you pretending for? It's just that you stole my money, isn't it? I stay at home, and you make me go out to work every day. If I don't work, you steal my money. If you don't return the money to me, I'm going to call the police."

Grandma Song's face was covered in tears. She cried, "I'm your mother. How could I steal your money? I raised you."

But Song's father went crazy, constantly shouting that someone had stolen his money, and he turned the house upside down.

Song's father watched all this coldly from the side: "This is the good son you gave birth to."

The culprit was still strolling around at that moment.

He watched the money in his card slowly disappear, and he felt extremely happy.

Sure enough, it feels good to use a scumbag's money.

He also bought Song Xianyin a few outfits. Is there any brother in the world as good as him?

During her time at the Gao family's home, Song Xianyin had long since become accustomed to their high-quality diet.

She was still a little unaccustomed to being back home for the first couple of days.

Song Xuanran often teased her, "After eating lavish meals for a few days, you can't even eat the food of us poor folks anymore?"

Song Xianyin admitted that this was indeed the case.

At the Gao family's house, they only eat the tenderest parts of the vegetables, not to mention the rest; all the ingredients are the freshest they can find.

But at home, she could only eat wilted vegetables and discounted meat.

Gao Zeming felt extremely satisfied watching Song Xianyin eat so heartily.

He felt that this was how they should be, and that they should eat together every day.

He liked watching her eat.

"Have you not been eating well these past few days?" Gao Zeming said with a smile. "If you don't want to eat at home anymore, I'll pick you up and bring you here to eat."

"The chefs at home miss you very much."

The bodyguard next to him looked at him speechlessly.

Gao Zeming suddenly realized what he had just said, and his expression froze.

He explained, "Because your taste is rather unique, those chefs find it very challenging to cook the dishes you like."

He didn't mean anything by it.

The bodyguard next to him was even more speechless. Why was the president's speech getting stranger and stranger?

Later on, Gao Zeming simply stopped talking, knowing that saying more would only lead to more mistakes.

Song Xianyin smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Gao. To be honest, I've been missing your chef these past few days."

Gao Ziming instinctively wanted to ask, "What else was she thinking about besides being a chef?"

But he still didn't ask.

He's disgusting; how could he even ask such a question?

Sober!

Song looked at Gao Zeming, whose face had suddenly turned red, with a hint of doubt in her eyes: "Mr. Gao?"

Gao Zemin responded softly without saying anything.

The atmosphere in the hall began to become somewhat strange.