Chapter 143 Making Dumplings (1/2)

Yu Hao shouted "Really?!" loudly and clearly, as if he had discovered a new continent.

The eyes of several educated youths who were eavesdropping nearby were immediately drawn to this.

Gu Jinzhou's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

He then realized what he had said in his loss of control, and glared at Yu Hao with a look that seemed to want to skin him alive on the spot.

"You're fucking sick!" Gu Jinzhou gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.

"Hey bro, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

Yu Hao wasn't afraid at all; on the contrary, he got even more excited and cheekily put his arm back on Gu Jinzhou's neck, acting like "we're best buddies."

"See, now we have something in common, don't we? You're annoyed by your dad, and I'm annoyed by my dad too. We're kindred spirits."

He abruptly changed the subject, patting Gu Jinzhou on the shoulder with an air of maturity. "My brother taught me that it's better to rely on yourself than to ask others for help. You want my brother to show you the way? Maybe in your next life."

“My brother’s path was forged with his life on the line. He can’t connect with someone like you, a hothouse flower that has never experienced the cold.”

Yu Hao withdrew his hand, mimicking Yan Yu's usual indifferent attitude, with his hands in his pockets, chin slightly raised, and giving him a nonchalant glance.

"If you want to get rid of your father, figure it out yourself. Whether you join the army or take the worker exam, there are plenty of ways. It just depends on whether you have the guts."

"Don't act like a complaining woman all day long, it makes me feel tired just watching you."

After saying that, he whistled nonchalantly, ignored Gu Jinzhou who was frozen in place, turned around and went back to his reed patch, where he wielded his sickle with great vigor.

He needs to finish this quickly.

His brother said that he's starting body-strengthening exercises today, and if he dares to slack off...

Yu Hao shuddered; he dared not imagine the consequences.

Gu Jinzhou stood alone in the cold wind, his face turning pale and then flushed.

Yu Hao's words, though rough, were like an ice knife, stabbing him in the heart one cut at a time.

Yes, why should he ask Yan Yu for help?

What makes him think that his trivial matters are even a big deal in other people's eyes?

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, and a burning flame of shame and anger crackled in his chest.

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On the other side, Yan Yu had finished his own share early on, and even helped a young educated youth next to him, whose face was pale from exhaustion, cut a large piece of meat.

He returned the sickle to the scorekeeper, nodded to the team leader Chen Fengshan as a greeting, and then strode off towards home.

No matter how heavy the wind and snow, it couldn't stop him from going home.

The little girl at home must be getting impatient by now.

When Yan Yu pushed open the courtyard gate, it was already dusk.

A warm current carrying the aroma of firewood and minced meat wafted over, instantly washing away the chill that had been emanating from him.

Inside the room, under the warm orange light, Ruan Tang sat obediently on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Holding Little White in her arms, the two of them, one human and one mouse, ate a plate of peeled sunflower seeds, their cheeks bulging.

Hearing the door open, she immediately looked up, her almond-shaped eyes instantly curving into sweet crescents.

"Brother, you're back!"

Xiao Bai also raised its head, with half a sunflower seed still stuffed in its mouth, making two indistinct "squeak" sounds, its dark purple beady eyes looking Yan Yu up and down.

It's like saying: "So you finally decided to come back? You almost made me miss dinner!"