To make up for the debt owed to Lin Qingping and Gu Juncheng

Du Genniang bragged wildly, her words flowing like a river.

How could I not boast about it?

It was so hard for her to finally be able to hold her head high.

Her family was looked down upon in the village. People always said that Du Gen was lazy and good-looking, just a pretty face with no substance. Especially the Gu family, whose son was a government employee, a soldier, and a regimental commander, with a reputation in several surrounding villages. For so many years, she couldn't hold her head up in front of the Gu family. Now, shouldn't she show off and trample the Gu family underfoot? So what if your son is successful? My son is even better than yours!

This boasting really embarrassed Dugan to death.

"Mom!" Dugen had already given his mother several meaningful glances, almost blinking himself sick, but she still hadn't reacted. So he finally spoke up, "Stop talking nonsense, okay?"

After speaking, he looked at Lin Qingping with a very guilty expression.

Lin Qingping smiled, indicating that he shouldn't take it seriously; she didn't care about it.

She really doesn't care.

Being low-key is the best form of camouflage.

There's nothing wrong with making a fortune quietly.

Sure enough, immediately, Du Gen's cousin-in-law's eyes sparkled, and she began to speak, "Oh, Genzi, if you're so capable, why are you afraid of being praised? Are you afraid we'll benefit from your success?"

Then he glanced at Gu Youlian and said sarcastically, "You're still closer to your wife, aren't you? You've even brought up her family. You just look down on us!"

How could Du Gen's mother bear to hear this? She immediately continued, "What are you saying? Our Genzi is just being modest. How could he look down on us? You're overthinking it. You know that our Genzi is closest to his maternal grandmother's family."

Du Gen's cousin's wife said, "Hey Gen, my younger brother is just reaching the age, do you think we could get him a job as a factory worker?"

Before Du Gen could say a word, his mother patted her chest and assured him, "Absolutely no problem! Leave it to our Genzi. Let me tell you, our Genzi gets along very well with the factory director, like brothers! Our Genzi has had this talent since he was little, it's inherited, he just knows how to deal with people..."

"Mom!" Dugen finally slammed down his chopsticks. "Are you going to eat or not? I'm not as capable as you say. I rely on others too!"

"Oh, Genzi, if you don't want to help, then don't! Why are you getting so angry? And you call yourself a relative! What? You made 50,000 yuan in just a few months, but you can't even part with my cousin who earns a few dozen yuan a month following you?" Du Gen's cousin's wife said with a mix of sourness and sarcasm.

fifty thousand?

Lin Qingping almost laughed.

That's quite a boast!

Du Gen's face turned pale. He couldn't very well overturn the table and lose his temper at his mother's birthday banquet. Looking at Lin Qingping, he was so embarrassed that he wished he could disappear into the ground.

While the adults' table was bustling with activity, the children's table was also quite lively.

Zhiyuan ate slowly and methodically, while Xiaomai was overly sensible. The children from Dugen's cousins' family, on the other hand, wolfed down their food, picking out only the meat and vegetables. Soon, a plate of braised pork knuckle was almost empty.

When there was only one piece left, the three children tried to grab it together, but Jinbao's younger brother Yinbao grabbed it. Wanbao started crying, and Jinbao wanted to hit him.

Zhiyuan interjected slowly, "Why are you all fighting over it? What's so good about this stuff?"

Zhiyuan's arrogant expression successfully angered the children. "You're saying it's not good because you haven't eaten any, right? Aren't pig's trotters delicious?"

Zhiyuan scoffed, "My family eats this every day, we're all tired of it."

"You're just bragging!" Jinbao didn't believe it at all! Who eats pig's trotters every day?

“Don’t believe me? Ask Xiaomai! We’ve also eaten Western food, steak and cream cake, it was so delicious! We ate it in the provincial capital. You’ve never been to the provincial capital, have you? You’ve never even seen a cream cake before, have you?” Zhiyuan raised his chin high.

Jinbao, indignant, asked Xiaomai, "Do you really eat pig's trotters every day?"

Xiaomai nodded, then shook her head.

Jinbao was ecstatic. "I knew it..."

As a result, Xiaomai said, "It's not like we eat pig's trotters every day. Sometimes we eat chicken, sometimes braised pork, and sometimes we eat goose or duck."

Jinbao's expression changed. "What? There's more to eat? You've been to the provincial capital? And eaten cream cake?"

Wheat nodded.

Zhiyuan took out a few candies from his pocket. The wrappers were shiny and looked very high-end. He peeled one and put it in his mouth, looking like he was really enjoying it.

Jinbao and his two younger brothers were stunned, swallowing hard. "What kind of candy is this?"

Zhiyuan said something very impressive: "chocolate."

Several treasures: ...

Jinbao set his sights on the wheat, "Do you have any?"

Wheat nodded and took the candy out of his pocket.

"Give it to me!" Jinbao suddenly became fierce and tried to snatch it.

"What are you doing?" Zhiyuan immediately shielded Xiaomai when he saw her timid look. "You dare to steal it!"

Jinbao insisted on grabbing it, taking advantage of his size and weight, and disregarded Zhiyuan. He rushed over and tried to grab the wheat from the bag, but Zhiyuan kicked him, sending him sprawling. Jinbao immediately burst into tears.

The adults' attention was drawn to this.

Du Genniang was heartbroken for Jinbao and pointed at Zhiyuan, yelling, "Where did this wild child come from? How could he hit someone!"

Another wild child...

Before this, no matter how much trouble the Du family caused, Lin Qingping could tolerate it. But she couldn't tolerate it anymore when it came to Zhiyuan. Just as Du Gen's mother was about to point her finger at Du Gen, Lin Qingping rushed over and shielded Zhiyuan and Xiaomai into her arms. Just as they were about to start fighting, she felt Zhiyuan pinching her.

Lin Qingping: ? ? ? What do you mean?

She looked down and saw Zhiyuan winking at her.

Lin Qingping: ?

"I won't give it to you, I won't give it to you, I won't give it to you!" Zhiyuan was still making faces in Lin Qingping's arms. "Let your parents buy it themselves! This is for me and Xiaomai!"

Jinbao was furious. He yelled in Du Gen's arms, "Don't be so smug! My mom said I'm your brother now! From now on, everything in your house is mine! All the money is mine! I... I'm going to kick you out! I won't give you a house to live in! I won't give you pig's trotters to eat! I'll take the money and buy candy! I won't give you any!"

The faces of everyone in the room changed.

Gu Youlian angrily yelled at Du Gen, "Is this the good son you adopted?"

Dugan's face was also flushed with anger.

Du Gen's mother quickly covered the child's mouth, and Du Gen's cousin-in-law scolded him, "You little rascal, what are you farting about!"

Zhiyuan continued, with the innocent look of a child, saying to Yinbao and Wanbao, "Hey, why does he have it but you don't? Aren't you brothers?"

Lin Qingping finally understood what this kid was up to.

At this point, she had to lend a hand to the child. Even in a crosstalk performance, there needs to be a straight man. She couldn't let the child perform a solo act. She pretended to scold Zhiyuan, "Zhiyuan, you're just a child and don't understand. Jinbao has already been adopted by Uncle Dugen. He's Uncle Dugen's child now, and he's not brothers with either of them anymore."

Zhiyuan pretended to be even more confused, frowning with a puzzled look, "Then why was Jinbao given to Uncle Dugen, and not Yinbao and Wanbao? Uncle Dugen's family buys pig's trotters to eat every day and goes to big restaurants in the provincial capital, but Yinbao and Wanbao don't get any? Is it because they don't like Yinbao and Wanbao?"

This caused an uproar.

Yinbao and Wanbao burst into tears.