Stepmother from 1970: Uncle holds her in his arms and dotes on her day and night

Chapter 728 What a Hard Life

"Ugh……"

Yan Qinbei counted the rice in the bowl one grain at a time, like a chick pecking at rice.

He was so listless while eating that he didn't know how many times he sighed in the past two days.

Compared with the eldest son of the Yan family, the second son, Yan Qinnan, eats in a very gentle and elegant manner, which is pleasing to the eye.

Hearing the frequent sighs, Yan Qinnan turned his head and asked with a puzzled look: "Brother, what happened to you these past two days? Are you unhappy?"

"Nothing, just..."

Yan Qinbei paused halfway through his words and glanced at the kitchen door like a thief.

After finding out that there was no danger, he pointed to the dishes on the table that didn't look very good, and whispered to Yan Qinnan, "I miss the food my dad cooked. Do you understand?"

"..."

Yan Qinnan's hand that was picking up the food stopped in mid-air, and he was speechless for a moment. It was because he understood the meaning too well that he really couldn't say anything to refute.

After a moment's silence, he finally put down his chopsticks and picked up a piece of slightly burnt tofu and put it into his mouth.

After swallowing it expressionlessly, he finally managed to utter, "Actually, the soup my mother stewed is very delicious. You should drink more soup later."

Well, very good, both brothers did not let their own mother go.

Once they started complaining, they couldn't stop, and the two brothers kept whispering to each other.

In fact, to be more precise, it was Yan Qinbei who took the initiative to whisper, while Yan Qinnan sat aside and ate calmly without saying a word.

Yan Qinbei held his chin with both hands, staring at the slightly burnt tofu on the plate, "Xiaonan, pity us two brothers..."

"..."

Yan Qinnan ate another piece of tofu with an expressionless face, hmm, calm.

However, Yan Qinnan was not so calm, and continued to talk, "My sister is married, and my father is on a business trip. We are both living a hard life, and the food is getting worse day by day..."

Yan Qinnan: “…”

This doesn't have to be said to be so bitter, and the fruits of my mother's labor should not be harmed in this way.

Thinking of this, Yan Qinnan felt that it was necessary to talk to his brother. He put down his chopsticks and said, "Brother, I don't think it's as bad as you said..."

Before he could say the rest of the words, Yan Qinnan looked up and saw his mother standing two steps away holding a casserole.

Judging from her expression, she must have heard every word of what was said that shouldn't have been heard.

"Mother……"

"Yan Qinbei!"

"..."

There is nothing more embarrassing and guilty than having someone hear you saying bad things about someone behind their back.

Yan Qinbei didn't have the courage to turn around and face his mother's anger. He wished he could burrow into the ground and hide himself.

Qian Yiman walked to the dining table, placed the casserole in her hand on the heat-insulating pad she made herself, then pulled out a chair and sat down, beginning to educate the brat.

"You're living too comfortably, aren't you? You don't even look down on food like this. There are still many people out there who don't have enough to eat..."

Yan Qinbei looked up at his mother's face, then quickly lowered his head, "Mom, I was wrong..."

"Since the food I cooked makes you feel so uncomfortable, then don't force yourself. Just go to the restaurant you like..."

It has to be admitted that Qian Yiman was a little sad and lost inside. After all, she rushed back and forth between home and the store every day, trying her best to cook all kinds of meals for her children.

I didn't expect that my eldest son would think this way...

The brothers Yan Qinbei and Yan Qinnan naturally saw the lost look on their mother's face.

Unexpectedly, he made his mother sad. At this moment, Yan Qinbei wanted to slap himself, "Mom, mom, I was wrong, I was wrong, I really didn't mean that..."

"Mom, my brother didn't mean that. He just talks a lot..."

"Yes, I just talk too much, don't be sad, mom..."

"Mom, I was really wrong. How about making me wash the dishes for a week or a month..."