An An immediately turned around and saw a tall man standing at the door. He looked like his father in the photo!
His father is back.
Cen Huaian had a sense of unreality. He looked up and met Cen Zhengnian's eyes. He couldn't understand the emotions in his eyes, but he just felt that the look made him uncomfortable.
This is really his father. After realizing this reality, Cen Huaian immediately glared at Cen Zhengnian with red eyes, like a little tiger that was suddenly enraged, with resentment, anger and endless grievance in his eyes.
Cen Zhengnian felt as if his heart had been stung by a bee, and it was sore and painful, and his eyes and nose were filled with sourness. He tightly grasped the basket, and the tendons in his hands bulged one by one, trying hard to suppress the discomfort in his heart.
"An An." He showed a kind smile on his face and called Cen Huaian's name carefully.
Cen Huaian pursed his lips tightly, his eyes became even redder. He quickly turned his head back, took a pen and continued to calculate the money he earned today, looking like he didn't want to pay any attention to Cen Zhengnian at all.
Cen Zhengnian showed a bitter smile on his face, and his tall body suddenly became depressed at this moment.
He didn't see that Cen Huaian didn't write a single number, but just scribbled circles on the paper. His drawings were fierce and aggressive, venting his aggrieved mood on the paper.
Chu Xia saw it and reached out to snatch the notebook from his hand: "Don't draw anymore, it's a waste of paper."
She stood up, took the basin and basket from Cen Zhengnian's hands, and said to him, "I'll go cook, you can take care of your son yourself."
She didn't tell him how to coax him. Cen Zhengnian had been gone for four years. If he couldn't even coax his son now, then there was no point for him to come back in the future.
Chuxia walked out and no longer cared about the situation in the house. The rest was all about the two of them, father and son.
She opened the lid of the pot, and steam came out, and the rich aroma of rice filled her nose.
Chuxia quickly put the lid back on, took the pot down and put it on the ground, letting the rice steam up to make it more fragrant, and then she started to cook the shrimp.
She did not cook the shrimp in a complicated way, but used the homely method. First, she added oil and fried the shrimp until both sides changed color. Then she poured in the chopped green onion, ginger and garlic and stir-fried until fragrant. Then she added soy sauce, rice wine, soy sauce, vinegar, sugar, and a bowl of water, and boiled it over high heat until the sauce was reduced.
When she reached the last step, Chu Xia heard Cen Huaian's extremely suppressed and aggrieved cry coming from the room. The voice made Chu Xia feel distressed and her nose felt sore.
I don’t know what Cen Zhengnian did or said, but Cen Huaian’s crying in the room suddenly became louder, and all his grievances and resentments were released through this crying.
The meal was ready, but Chuxia didn't come into the house.
She stood on the corridor railing with her back to the door, looking out, while her ears were always listening to the movements in the house.
A neighbor passed by and heard Cen Huaian crying in the house. He asked curiously. Chu Xia smiled and said, "It's so hard to see Dad..."
Everyone understood what she meant without her having to finish her words. They showed an "I understand, I understand" expression on their faces and left without asking any more questions.
Chu Xia waited until Cen Huaian's crying gradually subsided before she pushed the door open and went in. She saw Cen Huaian lying on Cen Zhengnian's back with tear marks on his face, and she felt like hiccups.
In addition to tear marks, there were also two obvious teeth marks on Cen Zhengnian's shirt, both of which had torn the clothes.
Cen Huaian didn’t feel anything when he was crying, but he felt so ashamed after he finished crying.