Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 356 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 51

Song Qin called home, but Lao Fu didn't answer.

"Is he asleep or still angry?" Song Qin asked anxiously on the other end of the phone.

Aunt Jiang's lips twitched: "Who knows him? He's been angry his whole life."

Song Qin was coaxed her her whole life.

Song Qin was even more worried: "He's been angry for so long and it's ruined his health. We should ask the eldest and second eldest brothers to take better care of him, as he's prone to overthinking."

Old Jiang snatched the phone and said gruffly, "Song Qin, you've lost your mind. Who lets two little kids take care of their father? Isn't this creating chaos?"

"I see he's doing quite well, so don't worry about him over there."

The two of them tried their best to persuade him at Old Fu's house, but he just closed his eyes, lay on the rocking chair, and acted like he was dead, without any reaction.

We can't expect Song Qin to rush back from outside to coax him, can we?

Song Qin sighed upon hearing Lao Jiang's words.

Forget it, let her be angry. She can't just go back home like that.

Today is also the third brother's birthday. I originally wanted him to say a few words to the third brother, but now it seems that it won't happen.

Song Qin hung up the phone and looked at Fu Zhiyi's worried eyes. She smiled at her and said, "Your dad has too much of a temper. He'll anger himself to death one day."

Fu Zhiyi lowered her eyes. Sometimes, she also hoped that Lao Fu could make her so angry that the rest of the family could have an easier time.

"What do you want to eat? Mom will buy it for you today." Song Qin hugged Fu Zhiyi's arm.

Fu Zhiyi shook her head: "Mother, there's no need to go to so much trouble. Just do it the way you always do."

Song Qin shook her head seriously: "That won't do. I've seen other families in the city buy gifts for their children's birthdays. Now that I have some money, I can afford to buy ordinary things."

All the other kids received gifts, so the third one couldn't be left out.

Song Qin laughed and said, "Your eldest brother and second sister don't have any. If they knew, they would be furious with me."

Fu Zhiyi still didn't buy anything; she knew how hard Song Qin worked to earn money.

In the end, the two decided to go out for a bowl of noodles together to celebrate the birthday.

"Boss, give my kid extra meat today," Song Qin said with a smile, standing in front of the noodle stall.

The boss joked, "So generous today, did you pay the workers?"

Song Qin smiled and waved her hand: "No, it's my child's birthday today, and she said she wanted to eat your noodles."

The shopkeeper exclaimed in surprise, "It's my sister's birthday today! Great! I'll add more meat for you, and you don't need to pay for it."

"No, no, no, I will give it to you, I will give it to you."

"What do you mean by giving? Let's not be so polite. We see each other every day."

Song Qin pulled Fu Zhiyi along and instructed her, "Quickly thank your aunt."

"Thank you, Auntie," Fu Zhiyi said softly, a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, little sister. You can just go to Auntie's stall to eat whenever you're hungry."

The owner was cooking noodles, his face full of smiles.

“My two kids go to the same school as my younger sister. They came back a few days ago and told me that they saw her at school.”

Song Qin was also somewhat surprised. She looked at Fu Zhiyi and asked, "Did you greet them?"

Fu Zhiyi turned her head away somewhat uncomfortably.

She actually saw them, but she hadn't spoken to them much, so it would be strange to greet them directly.

“I remember your two kids are in the honors class,” Song Qin asked.

The boss looked somewhat proud: "Yes, I never worry about their studies; they love reading."

Song Qin glanced at Fu Zhiyi and sighed, "Our child had excellent grades when studying at home, but she can't keep up here."

The boss comforted her, saying, "It's still early, don't rush."

“The students here start learning junior high school material in fifth or sixth grade. They’ve already gone through it all, so it’s normal that my sister can’t keep up.”

Song Qin was extremely worried: "Starting to learn so early?"

The boss nodded: "That's right. Although students from the affiliated primary school can directly enter the affiliated middle school, they still have to be divided into classes. Teachers force them to give extra lessons, which is very expensive."

Song Qin frowned. "Are your two kids taking extra classes in middle school now?"

"We have tutoring sessions all the time. We have them at school in the evenings and at the teachers' homes on Saturdays and Sundays. It's exhausting. Everyone has tutoring sessions."

Song Qin looked at Fu Zhiyi with a puzzled expression: "Aren't you going to make up for it?"

"I don't know," Fu Zhiyi said vaguely, looking at the ground.

“How could I not know this? It’s such an important thing. What if others catch up while you don’t? Wouldn’t that leave you behind?” Song Qin said anxiously.

The shop owner also became worried: "Yes, young lady, you should have received the supplements, did your teacher tell you?"

"I forgot," Fu Zhiyi said softly.

Song Qin was so angry that she was about to start yelling again, but the boss quickly stopped her.

"Don't scold the child, it's her birthday today."

"She might not have been there when the teacher was teaching. I'll ask my child when I get home tonight to see what happened."

Song Qin nodded: "Thank you for your trouble, Lao Zhu. This kid is so careless about his own affairs."

The powder is finally ready.

"Would you like to add any side dishes?"

"Could you add a lot of fermented black beans for me? I love eating them," Song Qin said with a smile.

The boss cleared the things off the table and wiped it with a rag, but there was still a sticky residue on the table.

As Song Qin slurped up her noodles, she couldn't help but exclaim, "No wonder your dad loves them so much; these noodles really do taste great!"

Fu Zhiyi looked at Song Qin with some confusion: "Mother, haven't you eaten any?"

Song Qin laughed and said, "A bowl of noodles isn't cheap. I've never eaten this before, so I'll let your dad and you eat it."

Fu Zhiyi remained silent; she had never imagined that Song Qin had never tried the noodles here before.

She used to buy rice noodles for Lao Fu every morning, and Song Qin would also bring some back for Fu Zhiyi to eat on weekends.

The noodle stall was one she passed by every day, but she never sold any noodles to herself.

"Mom, you should buy yourself more things in the future."

"Mother doesn't need those things. I'll earn more money now so I can buy you more things. I'll be happy as long as you're doing well." Song Qin said, drinking her soup with a satisfied look on her face.

"Third son, you need to study hard, you know? Your mother has no ability to make you into a young lady like others. We can only rely on ourselves."

Fu Zhiyi quietly ate her noodles and nodded.

Song Qin bought Lao Fu a few sets of clothes. A fellow villager from the factory was going back home in a few days, and she asked him to help take the clothes back with him.

She's not here, and I don't know if he knows how to do laundry. Maybe I should ask the eldest and second eldest sons to help him with the laundry sometime, since he's never been in good health.

"When you get to school, ask your classmates if they are having extra classes. If they are, go and see if you can hear them."

"We'll see how much it costs then. Mom, could you borrow some money from someone? Studying is very important."