Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

Father Wen didn't see him sit at the table either. Usually the two of them ate together, but today was really special.

"Zheng Xin, please sit down." Song Tingran said tentatively.

When Wen's mother was still alive, Zheng Xin would show off by eating and drinking every day.

Now he can't show off his power anymore, and he says that he has changed, but Song Tingran still wants to take this opportunity to see how it goes, so that Father Wen won't be kept in the dark.

"Ms. Song, my name is not Zheng Xin. This is my old name. I told my eldest brother that I want to follow his last name."

Wen Li was stunned, Wen Ci frowned, and they were both looking at Zheng Xin.

Father Wen: "Don't talk nonsense. What's the matter with you having the same last name as me? Don't mention this matter again. You have a name, it's not like you don't have one."

Zheng Xin agreed obediently, and then said to Song Tingran: "Miss Song, you guys eat, I'll be by your side to serve you tea and water, don't worry about me."

There were Zheng Xin's bowls and chopsticks on the table, and Song Tingran asked everyone to start eating.

Wen Ci picked up a chicken leg for Song Tingran's family. The chicken and mushrooms were brought from home and were very delicious.

"Don't just focus on me."

Song Tingran signaled Wen Ci and Wen Li to take care of their father.

Father Wen was too reserved and only focused on eating rice.

On weekdays, Wen's father was very frugal. He knew that money was hard to come by. Although Wen Ci and Wen Li had given him a lot last time, he was reluctant to spend it.

He even hid it away, and he was the only one who knew about it, just in case of emergency.

The meals here are usually very simple, with very little oil and water, but they are enough to fill you up.

There has never been such a feast as today.

Before the Wen family split up, Zheng Xin also enjoyed good times. However, as the youngest husband in such a large family, he had little say. He just relied on the favor he received to act nicely, and was able to eat some good food in private.

Song Tingran and the other three were eating delicious food and talking, while Zheng Xin kept his head buried beside them.

He cleaned up the leftover bones on the table, then added some tea and swallowed his saliva.

After dinner, Wen's father asked Wen Ci and Wen Li to take care of Song Tingran and help him sleep. After all, they were tired after traveling all day.

Song Tingran left accompanied by the two of them.

Zheng Xin was cleaning up the mess, and Father Wen asked, "Are you feeling wronged?"

"Ah? I don't feel wronged, not at all."

"I'll clean up with you."

"No need, big brother, I can do it myself. You should go wash up and go to bed. I'll get up and make breakfast tomorrow morning."

Zheng Xin can cook, but he did nothing when he was at the Wen family. Now he has picked it up again.

"Well, the food is still warm, so you can eat a little and then go to bed early. I made you a new pair of shoes and put them in your room."

"Thank you, brother!"

Zheng Xin was very happy because the heel of his right foot always wore out quickly, and his left foot also became crooked, making the shoe very useless.

He hurried back to the house to take a look, and held it in his arms, loving it so much. He now had his own room and lived a contented life.

Zheng Xin put away his new shoes and hurried back to clean up the food. He was finally looking forward to dinner time. There were some leftovers of every dish, but when he really picked up the chopsticks, he backed off again.

Zheng Xin was struggling in his heart. He only knew that everything here was given by Song Tingran. Wen's father lived a simple life. He felt that if he ate such good food, he would not be able to eat it again after Song Tingran and the other two left.

He wanted to keep it, so he put it in a cool place in the kitchen so he could have a meal tomorrow.

Thinking of this, he became happy. There was still a small flame in the stove, so he threw two potatoes into it and prepared to cook dinner.

Zheng Xin was happy and comfortable being alone in the kitchen while cleaning up and waiting for the potatoes to cook.

Song Tingran didn't sleep in the room at all. The three of them turned off the candles and chatted.

"My dear wife, are you really going to let Zheng Xin stay here?" Wen Ci asked.

"If he really changes, it would be nice to have him accompany your father. He is still young after all, and even if one of his feet is not working properly, he can still work."

Wen Ci nodded, "That's true, but I'm just afraid he's pretending."

"My brother and I have the same idea. Who made him so arrogant before? Now he is asking for trouble." Wen Li said, then changed the subject and said, "How can we know if he is truly repentant?"

Song Tingran touched Wen Li's head and said, "If you are a fox, you will definitely show your tail. Today, you seem to know the rules at the dinner table. Let's observe you for a while."

Wen Ci, Wen Li: "Hmm."

Song Tingran saw a little light outside, like towards the kitchen, so he stood up and prepared to go take a look. Wen Ci and Wen Li still followed him.

When they opened the door, both parties were startled.

Zheng Xin immediately put down the black potato and stood up. The corners of his mouth were also black. He wiped it, but he didn't know that he didn't wipe it off.

"What did you eat?" Song Tingran asked.

"Potato."

Wen Ci and Wen Li looked at each other, and Song Tingran asked him to stretch out his hand, and he was really a potato.

"There's some leftovers, why don't you eat it?"

“I like potatoes.”

Song Tingran only believed 95% of what he said. She took the potato from Zheng Xin's hand. It was not fully cooked yet. Judging from his appearance when he just came in, he must be starving.

Who would leave out delicious meat, vegetables and white rice to eat uncooked potatoes?

Song Tingran put the potatoes aside, "It's not cooked yet. No matter how much you like it, you have to put it aside. I ask you again, why don't you eat the leftovers."

There are rules for eating at home, and everyone is well-mannered. Even the leftovers are clean.

"Miss Song, it would be a pity for me to eat such delicious food. I thought I could save it and have another meal tomorrow."

Zheng Xin's voice became lower and lower, he was afraid of being chased away.

"What do you usually eat at home?"

Song Tingran felt something was wrong. Looking at Zheng Xin's expression, it seemed that he didn't see any good things normally. And he was so greedy just now...

Zheng Xin told the truth, which made Wen Ci and Wen Li very sad. They didn't know that their father was so frugal.

"Does anyone bully you?"

Zheng Xin shook his head. When he arrived, Lu Yan had already taken action once, and she had been quiet since then.

Song Tingran roughly understood what was going on, so he asked Zheng Xin to get up, then took a clean small bowl, filled it with two bowls of white rice, put some of each of the leftovers on it, and put them in the pot to heat them up.

There were potatoes heating in the stove just now, and now the fire was rekindled. Wen Li put two more pieces of wood into it, and the fire suddenly became stronger.

"Zheng Xin, you are here only because of Father Wen. He is a good man. You should understand that I am keeping you here to give you a chance. You must seize it."

Song Tingran pointed at Zheng Xin, and he nodded like pounding garlic, "I know, I will definitely listen to my elder brother in everything, I will take good care of him, he saved my life, I can die for him."

Wen Ci glanced at Zheng Xin and said, "That's a nice thing to say, but if I knew you had other thoughts, I wouldn't let you go."

"I don't have any other thoughts. He is my only relative, and he is the only one who treats me well." Zheng Xin was so anxious that he swore a solemn oath.