I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 161: Die-Hard Followers

Dashun felt aggrieved, but Daji burst into tears with a loud cry.

Qiao Qingyu looked over at them, and this was the most typical case of making the neighboring kids cry out of sheer envy.

It’s not an exaggeration, it really could make them cry.

Qiao Qingyu felt that they had already been moved to tears by envy, wondering whether she should spiritedly turn around, head home, and then go complain.

She also wanted to take this opportunity to meet Dashun and Daji’s mother.

Regardless, He Xuerong’s illness should not be carelessly spoken about, and Li Mingguang’s father was certainly not a topic for her to discuss at home.

Especially not in front of the children.

This woman talked too recklessly; she needed to teach her a lesson.

Unexpectedly, the three children didn’t move an inch.

Yu Jing’s daughter was the same age as He Xuerong.

At that moment, she was staring eagerly at Xiao Hu and Rongrong, who were gobbling down golden, unfamiliar food beside the small dining table.

Sometimes crying is contagious; the little girl’s tears started dropping, and then it was the slightly older Dashun, but he too was soon infected, his eyes reddened, and he also cried.

His crying was soft, whining, and Qiao Qingyu could not pretend to ignore it.

She took a plate and filled it with fries, slowly walking towards the three teary-eyed children.

Qiao Qingyu did not hand the plate to them, but all their gazes were fixed on it. Upon closer inspection, the golden fries looked even more tempting, and the scent was overwhelming.

Dashun felt that in all his life he had never smelled anything so delicious, seemingly better than the braised pork cooked during New Year’s.

Dashun swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a sobbing hiccup.

Yet his eyes never left the fries.

Qiao Qingyu, beaming, looked at them and said, "Dashun and Daji, oh and you’re Xiao Xiao, right? Why are you three crying at my doorstep?"

The children didn’t speak, staring intensely at the fries in Qiao Qingyu’s hand as if they hadn’t noticed her, the living person.

Qiao Qingyu raised the fries up a bit to stop their ogling, and she asked Dashun, "Dashun, I am talking to you. Why are you crying at my doorstep? Did I bully you?"

Dashun shook his head, his voice whining, "No."

"Since I didn’t bully you, stop crying then. By the way, do you guys want some fries?"

Dashun still had some pride; he swallowed his saliva again while shaking his head, "I don’t want to eat..."

"Oh, since you don’t want to eat, then I will take this plate of fries away."

Qiao Qingyu pretended to turn around and leave when Dashun blurted out, "Aunt Qiao, I want to eat." He then pointed at the other two little ones, "They want to eat, too."

Qiao Qingyu stopped, still smiling, and she asked Dashun, "Aunt Qiao can give you some to eat, and will even invite you to sit under the grape trellis to eat, and you’ll also get sweet and sour tomato sauce, but Aunt Qiao has a question for you."

"Aunt Qiao, go ahead..." Dashun stammered out.

"What did you just call my Rongrong?"

Dashun was naturally a clever child, and he immediately straightened up, "Aunt Qiao, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have called Rongrong a mute."

Qiao Qingyu’s face cooled, "Do you really know what you did wrong?"

"Aunt Qiao, I know I was wrong," he added, inspired, "And I shouldn’t have cursed Li Mingguang either."

Then, lifting his eyes, he looked at Qiao Qingyu, his voice choking, "Aunt Qiao, I was just angry. Xiao Hu used to play with me, but ever since Rongrong arrived, he has ignored me completely. We used to carry wooden guns together to protect your house."

Qiao Qingyu couldn’t help but chuckle, but then she quickly hid her smile. Yet as she laughed, the three children somehow simultaneously sighed in relief, all eyes glued to the French fries in her hand.

Qiao Qingyu invited the three children inside, asking them to wash their hands in the gazebo, then fetched three small stools for them.

By this time, Xiao Hu and Rongrong were staring at them with wide eyes.

Rongrong was expressionless and Xiao Hu was fuming.

Looking at Dashun, Qiao Qingyu’s voice softened, "Dashun, the words you said earlier hurt Xiao Hu and Rongrong. What do you think you should do?"

Dashun immediately said to Xiao Hu and Rongrong, "Li Mingguang, He Xuerong, I’m sorry."

Xiao Hu stared blankly at Dashun and then turned toward Qiao Qingyu. Aunt Qiao is so formidable, she actually made Dashun apologize to him.

Xiao Hu pursed his lips. The two had been playing together for a long time, and there were feelings of course, but still he said, "Dashun, my dad made mistakes, and now he is genuinely accepting punishment. But he works hard too; he isn’t a reformed criminal, he just made mistakes."

Dashun pouted and did not speak.

Though feeling slightly unconvinced, after all, that’s what everyone had been saying, he knew now was not the time to speak up, or else he wouldn’t get to taste these delicious treats.

He Xuerong glanced at Dashun before ignoring him, reaching out her petite hand, she took a French fry, dipped it into ketchup, and began eating leisurely.

Now almost full, she didn’t devour her food as she had initially.

Qiao Qingyu had the children sit down, placing the plate of French fries she had brought out earlier in front of them and placing the ketchup in the middle, she showed them how to eat it.

Then the three children couldn’t wait to mimic Xiao Hu and Rongrong’s way of eating, and upon the first bite, Dashun was stupefied. He then shoved the French fries and his fingers into his mouth.

If it wasn’t for Qiao Qingyu’s quick reflexes, this silly boy might have bitten off his fingers.

Qiao Qingyu couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the absurdity, suddenly becoming curious, she asked, "Dashun, Aunt Qiao doesn’t even know your full name yet?"

Sitting together for a meal made Dashun feel like they were a family and he wasn’t behaving like the little scoundrel from before, now polite and sweet, "Aunt Qiao, my name is Wang Shun, and my younger brother’s name is Wang Ji."

Qiao Qingyu’s mouth hung open, not closing for a moment.

So, these brothers Dashun and Daji will be Li Mingguang’s right-hand men in the future?

And devoted followers as well.

It was said that after Li Mingguang died, for some unknown reason, they hated Tenghai Research Base, then one of them tied an explosive to his body, planning to blow up the Big White Building.

Naturally, they were caught.

Charged with multiple crimes, they were sentenced to twenty years.

But by then, the brothers’ parents had long been divorced.

However, the specific details weren’t clear to Qiao Qingyu; the storyline in the book was merely grazed over.

Qiao Qingyu simply brought the whole bowl of French fries to the table for them to enjoy heartily.

It was then that the usually silent Wei Xiao suddenly spoke, her voice frail and delicate, "Aunt Qiao, I saw something similar in a foreign film where foreign kids were eating this. Mom told me it’s called ’french fries’."