She won't clear her name; she'll throw away all the scum.

On New Year's Eve, the kitchen was bustling with activity. While the children were showing off their skills, Old Chen secretly glanced at Old Lady Xia several times.

Grandma Xia had a feeling that Old Chen had ill intentions. If he wasn't planning to do something bad, why would he be looking at her like that?

Grandma Xia remained still, wanting to know what kind of nonsense this old man was planning to do on such a wonderful day as New Year's Eve.

Old Chen was nervous. When Grandma Xia wasn't looking, he strolled into the kitchen, and before the children could react, he stole half a bowl of meat, hid it behind his back, and turned to leave through the door.

Mrs. Xia:......

Others: ...

His clumsy, lifeless movements are obvious to anyone who isn't dead. At his age, why is he still stealing meat?

The first thing Chen Xiangnan did after the incident was to look at Old Lady Xia.

As more and more eyes turned to her, Old Mrs. Xia said irritably, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and cook."

Chen Xianghong looked in the direction Old Chen had left, then at Old Mrs. Xia, and stammered, "Mom... Dad, he..."

Grandma Xia pursed her lips, "None of your business."

Having lived with Old Chen for so many years, Old Mrs. Xia didn't need to follow him to know what he was up to. Although he had recently given in to her slaps, deep down he still hoped that the whole family would be together.

The older people get, the more they want their families to be large, the better, as it makes their families seem prosperous.

Everyone was present for the New Year's Eve dinner, even Chen Xianghong's fiancé. However, his eldest son and grandson were nowhere to be seen. He must have been feeling down all day.

On the most important night of the year, Old Chen couldn't resist going to see them or asking if they wanted to come over for a meal.

Thinking that if Grandma Xia didn't agree to the eldest son's family coming, she should at least send them some good food. She wondered if her eldest grandson, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, had grown taller and fatter, and if her eldest son had made any progress.

Although Chen Xiangdong's family had separated, Old Chen still thought about him every day. He was the first child in the family, the son Old Chen valued most, how could he so easily give him up?

Although the eldest son's family had done many bad things and didn't seem to care much about their father, Old Chen was easily swayed and would readily show compassion to the weaker party. For example, he could easily get Widow Huang to give him half of her salary by playing the victim.

Of course, he can't do that kind of thing now, and even his own son can't get him to give him an extra penny.

Because all his money was with Grandma Xia, and he only received a little pocket money each month, which wasn't even enough for him.

It's tough being broke.

So, on New Year's Eve, he could only steal some braised pork from the pot and send it to his eldest son's family, hoping they would see his love for them.

Old Chen walked down the street in the biting cold wind. The winter wind felt cold on his face, and fearing that the braised pork would get cold and not taste good, he put the bowl inside his cotton-padded coat.

It was cold outside, but the flesh in my arms was very hot.

Old Chen felt like a hero. The braised pork in his arms carried his boundless fatherly love for his children. In order to let his son and grandson have a bite of meat, Chen Weiguo braved many evil forces and took great risks. He was simply a father among fathers.

Driven by his indomitable will and the image of his eldest son's family being moved to tears in his imagination, Old Chen's emotions reached their peak; he was almost moved to tears by his own actions.

He arrived at the Zhu family's residence.

On New Year's Eve, Zhu Wenfei was still detained in the police station. The elderly Zhu couple had no appetite for New Year's Eve dinner; without their son, there was no point in having a reunion meal. In their hearts, they cursed Yu Xue's family and their daughter's family at the same time.

Zhu Wenying lived in the house that had been separated from the family during the separation. She had already fought with her parents once during the day, and even cursed each other on such a good day, as if the other was her enemy rather than her biological parents/children.

The elderly couple sat alone and desolate in their quiet house, but Zhu Wenying and her family of three were not affected by them at all. Instead, they lived their own quiet lives behind closed doors.

Seeing that there was no sound from the Zhu family's house, Old Chen didn't want to risk trouble. Since they had already broken off relations, he knocked on the door of the eldest son's house and waited eagerly for them to open it for him.

Touching the warm flesh in his arms, Old Chen was in high spirits.

Chen Xiangdong was playing with his son inside the house, while Zhu Wenying was cooking in the kitchen. Their meal was quite delicious today.

Hearing the knock on the door, Chen Xiangdong wondered who would be looking for them at this time.

He put his son down, got up, and opened the door.

"Dad?" Upon seeing the person who came, Chen Xiangdong was even more puzzled. What was his dad doing here at this time? Could it be that his dad had been kicked out by his mom and was now coming to his house to freeload a meal?

Thinking of this, a hint of impatience flashed in Chen Xiangdong's eyes. They had all been reassigned, so how could his father be so shameless as to come looking for them?

He still remembered when Wenying had a miscarriage, her father asked him for money just to help her. What kind of father asks for money in a time like that? He would just leave her to die if he didn't give him money.

Although he gave it to him, he still harbors resentment towards Old Chen because of it.

It's been a long time since then, and there's no point in bringing it up now, so Chen Xiangdong didn't say anything, but he also didn't plan to let Old Chen in.

Old Chen stood outside the door, holding the meat in his arms, his hair a mess in the wind. He didn't notice that his boss's attitude towards him was off; he had already brainwashed himself along the way, believing that his boss's family must miss him very much.

When Old Chen saw his eldest son, his eyes were filled with tears. He felt that his son had lost weight, probably because he wasn't eating or sleeping well while he was away from home. "Eldest son, how have you been lately?"

Chen Xiangdong: "I'm fine, Dad. How about you?"

Old Chen sniffed, whether from being touched or from the cold, he wiped his nose with his sleeve. "Dad's fine, you don't need to worry about me."

Chen Xiangdong scratched his head. He wasn't too worried. Wasn't this just normal small talk?

"Dad, what's wrong?"

Old Chen still didn't notice Chen Xiangdong's impatience with him. He craned his neck and asked, "Where's Baoyuan? Has he grown taller?"

Chen Xiangdong's eyes lit up. He suddenly realized that his father might be bringing lucky money to Baoyuan during the Chinese New Year. He immediately called into the house, "Baoyuan, Grandpa is here! Come out quickly!"

Bao Yuan, with his chubby white face, wobbled to the door. Upon seeing his grandfather whom he hadn't seen in a long time, he immediately reached out his hands, "Grandpa, hug me."

Old Chen's face immediately relaxed. He picked up the child with one hand and nudged his chubby face with his stubble. "Grandpa's eldest grandson, you missed Grandpa, didn't you?"