Suddenly there was a grunting sound, Cheng Qian raised his head to look at Cheng Xiaodong, held him in his arms with one hand, and scratched his nose.

"Stinky boy, I've grown so big in the blink of an eye, I can't even hold it."

Before others could speak, Cheng Xiaodong's stomach was rumbling again, Cheng Qian didn't say anything, and directly carried him into the room and put him on the small bench.

"Let's eat." Cheng Qian also sat down, and Zhang Wenfeng came over with a clear soup dish.

Cheng Xiaodong watched his parents move their chopsticks, quickly picked up the bowl, and drank several sips before eating slowly.

"I'm afraid this kid is hungry." Zhang Wenfeng looked at Cheng Xiaodong who was gobbling up the bowl with a bowl, pursed his lips and said with a smile.

Cheng Qian seemed to think of something at this time, slapped his thigh and got up and walked outside, and took out a steamed bun from the pocket of his coat that he had taken off.

"White-faced steamed buns, where did you get them?" Zhang Wenfeng looked at Cheng Qian in surprise, their family is not to mention white-flour steamed buns, even corn steamed buns have to be eaten on holidays or birthdays.

Cheng Qian divided the steamed buns into two and gave them to Cheng Xiaodong and Zhang Wenfeng.

"When I passed by the village chief's house today, the village chief was worried about Dongzi, so he gave me such one, you can taste it quickly, whether it is delicious or not."

Cheng Xiaodong looked at his mother Zhang Wenfeng, took half of the steamed bun, didn't think about it, broke half of it in half, and handed it to Cheng Qian.

"Dad, I don't eat much, I can't finish this bun, I'll give you half of it."

Cheng Qian looked at Cheng Xiaodong's eyes, pursed his lips, hesitated for a long time, sighed with tears in his eyes, took the small piece of steamed bread, and put it in his mouth.

Zhang Wenfeng wanted to divide half more, but was stopped by Cheng Qian and wanted to give Cheng Xiaodong food, but Cheng Xiaodong didn't ask for it.

Three people, you look at me, I look at you, eat this steamed bun in parts, at this time, Cheng Qian watched Cheng Xiaodong bury his head in eating pickle slices, tears kept rolling in his eyes.

"Dad, I've eaten well, you eat slowly, I'll go to the well to fetch water."

Before Cheng Xiaodong left, he also noticed the tears in Cheng Qian's eyes, and covered up his distressed expression without a trace, and ran out one by one.

Watching his small figure carrying a bucket disappear at the gate of the courtyard, the bowl that Cheng was holding in front of him put it down, sighed, and wiped his tears.

"Daddy, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Wenfeng saw that Cheng Qian was suddenly like this, so he also put down the dishes and chopsticks, approached him, and patted Cheng Qian on the shoulder.

"Tian Tian of the village chief's family is generally old as Dongzi, but Tian Tian is a white-flour bun all day long, and there is meat to eat at the last meal, you look at us, the clear soup is not watery, even a yellow steamed bun, Dongzi has never seen it, what kind of life is this."

The more he talked, the more angry he became, Cheng Qian patted his thigh, hugged his head and began to sob.

Zhang Wenfeng covered his mouth, and his voice began to choke: "Fortunately, Dongzi, this child is sensible, even if it is broken rice porridge and pickles, he has never complained for half a sentence, it is really difficult for a child."

"Now this year, I really don't know what it's like, every year I don't harvest the land, Dongzi follows us, I haven't had a good day, the clothes on my body have been worn for three years, I picked it up and touched it today, and the clothes are piercing."

Cheng Qian looked at his hands trembling slightly, and he couldn't wait to give himself a slap, looking at other people's children who were full of wine and food, glamorous, and living a poor life, even if he lived a poor life, what did his children do, and they suffered with themselves and suffered this crime.

"This year, the two of us will save a little, and at the end of the year, we will tear a piece of cloth for the baby and make a dress."

Cheng Qian was silent for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and said such a sentence, he knew in his heart how expensive the clothes were now, and a blouse was worth half a year's steamed bun for the three of them.

Zhang Wenfeng nodded in response, and the hearts of the two of them were more comfortable.