The middle-aged man waved his hand casually to him.
"Who has never been in trouble? You helped me, and I helped you."
"Yeah yeah."
An Quexu responded, not daring to look at the fat girl's eager gaze. He only felt his scalp numb.
Suddenly I regret taking this carriage, what should I do? He obviously gave me money, a couple of silver, but why does it seem like he took advantage of me?
And that dead fat pig, what are you looking at? What’s there to see?
Looking at it again, he wouldn't like such a pig.
He murmured in his heart, not realizing at all that not only the fat girl, but also the middle-aged men and middle-aged women looked at him with a trace of eagerness.
After a while, Anque felt that his whole body relaxed and fell asleep, and then he felt nothing at all.
…
At Anque's home.
Her grandson didn't come back, and Mrs. An didn't even let her family eat.
Everyone at the table was waiting for An Que. The children looked timidly at Mrs. An, who was sitting at the head. None of them dared to speak, and even the sound of gasping was very soft.
The adults' expressions were not very good. They had been busy outside all day, and when they got home, they had to wait for a junior to come to the table before they could have a bite of food. Isn't this suffering?
"Mom, why don't you leave some food for Que'er."
The eldest son of the family, Anque's father, suggested in a low voice.
He had searched all over the village and still couldn't find his son. What could he do? He didn't know where he had gone. Maybe he went to the town or county to meet his classmates?
It's not like this has never happened before, and I haven't seen anyone having to wait for their son to come back before eating.
"Yes, mother, how about I go get a bowl and pick up some vegetables for Que'er to keep." Seeing her husband talking, the eldest daughter-in-law hurriedly joined in. She was hungry too.
Although the son is her biological son, she can't bear to be hungry. She can't be allowed to starve for her son, right?
The two couples are Anque's parents, so it doesn't matter if they say a few words, but the others dare not say a word for fear of being scolded by my mother.
They knew very well what kind of temper they had, and they would drain their blood for the sake of Anque, their grandson.
No, as soon as the two bosses finished speaking, they were glared at by Mrs. An.
"Que'er is your son. He's still hungry, but you're not worried at all? Don't you care? Don't you feel panicked at the loss?"
The old lady slapped her skinny hands on the table.
Her grandchildren are still hungry. They only think about their own stomachs. How could this be possible?
"You can't find anyone even if you look for him. Where did Que'er go?" she asked.
"Maybe he went to find his classmates? I asked people, and they said that Que'er left the village and headed towards the town." An Que's father said.
So, they just eat, maybe Que'er can eat well somewhere, they are the only ones waiting here hungry, he is almost fainting from hunger.
If he had known earlier, he would have eaten a little in the kitchen.
However, his wife did not do the things in the kitchen, so it was impossible for him to eat something first.
"impossible!"
Mrs. An didn't think her grandson would leave the village at all. She had just done a big event today, but she was not only in a bad mood. Without the income from food, would Que'er be in a good mood?