Chen Ping and Chen Baojie, father and son, sat in a simple house with four walls, and drank soup at the table where one leg was missing.

The surface of the table with missing legs is somewhat broken.

Because it is supported by a wooden stick, it is still trying to shoulder its own responsibilities.

Chen Mengtian on the desktop looks extremely dangerous, as if he will fall apart if he is not careful.

Looking at the humble scene in the house, Chen Mengtian's heart flashed a trace of fluctuation.

But the father and son of the Chen family sitting in the room were smiling.

"Tian girl is here." Chen Ping laughed.

Chen Mengtian looked at everything in the house and found that there was a clay kang that occupied one-third of the room, as well as a table with a missing leg.

And the clutter in the corners.

The others can be said to be nothing.

She sighed in her heart, "Why did the family become like this?" ”

At the mention of this topic, the smiles on Chen Ping and Chen Baojie's faces gradually dissipated.

"It's unfortunate at home." Chen Ping shook his head, said such a sentence, and then stopped mentioning it.

"Tian girl, this is the soup you made? It's so delicious, our two have had a good taste in the past two days, and yesterday's meatball soup made me taste it in my dreams. ”

Chen Mengtian followed these words and said: "In the next month, you will have a good mouth, this is a medicinal soup, and drinking it is good for your body." ”

Pile the things you bring from your home on the only clay kang in the house where you can put your things.

She walked up to the Chen father and son.

Looking at the clay pot, there was still a third of the bone broth left.

"Uncle, you drink more of this soup, it's good for your body."

Chen Ping smiled with satisfaction.

The only daughter in his life who hurts in the eyeballs is not his own, and he has no filial piety to him.

The girl in front of him is full of guilt, but in the most difficult time, it is already benevolent.

"You kid, you just have a good heart." Chen Ping sighed.

Chen Mengtian disagreed with these words.

She doesn't think she's a good person, but she definitely won't hurt anyone.

It's just that in the face of Chen Ping, she didn't refute, but smiled shyly.

Chen Baojie heard Chen Mengtian say that the soup in the clay pot was a medicinal soup, which was good for his father's body, so he immediately put out a bowl.

After putting the bone broth in front of Chen Ping's eyes, he had an embarrassed smile on his face.

looked at Chen Mengtian and said, "Sister Tian, I didn't know that this soup was good for my father's body, and I drank a bowl before, so I knew it wouldn't be such a waste." ”

Chen Mengtian smiled and said coquettishly: "What I said, this soup is for you and your uncle to drink, how can there be no waste." ”

Seeing that the tall man in front of her was embarrassed, she pointed to the big bags and small bags on the earthen kang and said, "I brought these all from home, Aze has not come back for half a month, and I can't eat it alone, so you can keep it and eat." ”

"How can this work?" Chen Ping immediately stood up and disagreed.

Chen Baojie also had a little unspeakable on his face.

Seeing the appearance of the father and son, Chen Mengtian was puzzled, "Why can't it?" ”

Chen Ping's face was anxious, "You are taking the things of your husband's family to supplement your mother's family, so that the people in the village will gossip, which will affect your future life with Jiang Xiaozi." ”

Chen Mengtian really didn't know, but she felt that it was nothing.

Her eyes looked at the scene in the house again, the house was surrounded by walls, destitute, and the scenery of a few years ago was no longer there.

The sound of sighing rang out in the room.