Siheyuan: After being reincarnated as a master's daughter

Qin Huairu was busy in the kitchen, finally frying the fragrant meat and fresh cabbage, and then carefully brought them to the table. Not only that, she also placed the steaming white steamed buns and golden and crispy steamed buns neatly. After everything was ready, Qin Huairu gently called the children to come and eat.

However, Banggeng seemed not to hear anything. He lay motionless on the bed, with his head tightly covered with the quilt, as if he was isolated from the world.

Seeing this scene, Qin Huairu couldn't help but feel aggrieved. Over the years, she had worked tirelessly for the family, getting up early and going to bed late every day to do housework, but now her son has grown up, but he is still so ignorant and doesn't understand her hard work at all. Thinking about it, tears burst out uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Jia Zhang came over to persuade Bang Geng and spoke earnestly for a long time. But no matter what she said, Bang Geng remained unmoved and did not even respond. In the end, Jia Zhang had no choice but to sit by the bed and cry with Qin Huairu.

At this time, Xiaodang and Huaihua walked into the room. Seeing their grandmother and mother crying so sadly, their young hearts were deeply touched and they couldn't help crying too. Especially Huaihua, she sobbed and stared at the tempting plate of meat on the table with her big watery eyes, mumbling: "Wow...why isn't dinner ready yet? I'm starving!" The whole room was filled with an atmosphere of sadness and helplessness.

Bang Geng heard the crying in the house and immediately sat up: "I'll eat, stop crying."

Qin Huairu and Jia Zhang immediately smiled happily, wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes, and sat down to eat as a family.

Jia Zhang and Qin Huairu, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, were full of concern and kept putting the fragrant, greasy pieces of meat from the plate into Banggeng's bowl.

Banggeng stared at the tempting pieces of meat in his bowl. After hesitating for a moment, he picked up the meat in the bowl one by one with chopsticks without hesitation and gently placed them in Xiaodang and Huaihua's bowls.

Seeing this, Jia Zhang immediately showed an unhappy look on her face, and she muttered and complained: "You kid, just eat what's in your bowl, why share the meat with them!" However, facing the dissatisfied words of grandma, Banggeng seemed to have heard nothing, and continued to eat with his head down. Throughout the dinner table, Banggeng never touched the twice-cooked pork again, but kept stretching out his chopsticks to pick up the cabbage on the side and put it into his mouth. Even if grandma or mother put new pieces of meat into his bowl at this time, he would quickly pick it up again and carefully put it into the bowls of his two sisters.

Qin Huairu's face was filled with anger. With a crisp "snap" sound, the chopsticks in her hand slammed hard on the slightly worn wooden table. She widened her eyes and stared at Banggeng who was sitting at the table. Her voice unconsciously rose an octave: "Banggeng! What do you mean by this?"

Banggeng seemed to be frightened by his mother's sudden anger. He shrank his neck, but still turned his head away stubbornly and did not answer.

Qin Huairu became even more furious upon seeing this. She pointed at the stick and continued, "I cooked meat for you with good intentions, but you didn't appreciate it and instead put on such a sour face for everyone to see. You love meat the most on weekdays, so what happened today? I worked hard to earn some money to buy this meat so that you kids could have good health, but you refused to eat even a single piece! Even if I put the meat in your bowl, you would give it to your two younger sisters. Do you have me, your mother, in your heart?" At the end, Qin Huairu's eyes were slightly red and her voice was a little choked up.

She really couldn't understand why the always well-behaved and sensible Banggeng suddenly became like this. Did he suffer some injustice outside? But even if so, he shouldn't take it out on herself. Thinking of this, Qin Huairu's heart ached as if it was pierced by a needle.

Banggeng lowered his eyes slightly, revealing an indescribable indifference in his eyes. He said in a low and firm voice: "I think it's dirty!" After saying this, he seemed to have closed the door between his inner heart and the outside world. He closed his lips tightly and refused to say another word.

At this moment, he was only focused on eating the dry steamed buns and tasteless cabbage in his hands, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

Qin Huairu, who was sitting next to him, was shocked when she heard her son say such words. Her face turned pale as snow. She looked extremely flustered, with her eyes wide open, as if she couldn't believe that these words came from Bang Geng's mouth.

At the same time, her hands, which had been relatively stable before, began to tremble involuntarily, and she even almost lost her grip on the chopsticks and dropped them to the ground.

However, when Qin Huairu felt the doubtful gazes from her two daughters, she took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. Then, she picked up the chopsticks calmly, pretending that nothing had happened, and slowly picked up a mouthful of food and put it into her mouth to chew.

But despite this, the atmosphere of this dinner has become very strange. The whole table is so quiet that even the sound of a pin drop can be clearly heard. Everyone is silent, eating silently with their own thoughts, and no one is willing to break this suffocating silence.

Qin Huairu stuffed vegetables and steamed buns into her mouth without any taste, chewing like a robot, without any emotion. In fact, she couldn't even taste what meat tasted like.

Qin Huairu's heart beat faster and faster, and her mind kept thinking about her son's unusual reaction today and what he had just said.

Qin Huairu knew that her son must know about her business, otherwise he would not have behaved so abnormally today.

Qin Huairu sat at the table, holding chopsticks in her hand, but could not put the food into her mouth. At this moment, she felt a mixture of emotions, which were hard to describe, as if thousands of ants were crawling around in her heart, disturbing her. The originally fragrant food now tasted as bitter as Coptis chinensis, and every bite seemed to burn her throat, making her unable to open her mouth.

Qin Huairu was filled with shame and grievance. What made her feel extremely ashamed was that her son had discovered the secret affair between her and Deputy Director Li.