Su Liangliang angrily went into the house. He was still full of hope that he could ask for some noodles. But now there's nothing left. Just corn grits porridge, day in and day out. It's not even as good as Jiangbei.
He's young, so there's not much work for him. Although Jiangbei is cold, it didn't really feel unbearable.
Su Daqiang felt that everything at home was going wrong. The thought that Tian Xiaohua was a jinx and a bringer of bad luck crept up in his mind again.
During dinner, "Dad, the Zhuzi family is slaughtering a pig tomorrow. Should we buy some meat?"
Su Daqiang nodded, "Yes, buy some meat from the Zhuzi family, and get some white flour and a few cabbages."
This made Su Liangliang happy. "Dad, life here isn't even as good as in Jiangbei."
Hearing this, Su Daqiang was practically fuming. He was worried that he might lose his life there in the future, yet his son only thought about himself, never caring about him.
