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That fragrance!

It instantly reminded him of the red braised pork with oily mouth and overflowing gravy.

Jia Zhang-shi smelled the rich fragrance of meat.

He also stopped cursing.

He turned around and looked at the backyard.

After confirming that it was the Lin family, he immediately had a look of disbelief.

"This little rabbit is so annoying. In the blink of an eye, it's already eating red braised pork? What a prodigal! The pension that had just been issued was wasted like this! You might as well give it to us!"

Speaking of pension.

Jia Zhang-shi couldn't help but feel angry.

It was clearly a work-related injury!

Why should his family give 500 yuan in compensation while my family only gives 200 yuan?

Moreover…

His family still had those subsidies.

Why doesn't my family have it?

There was only one orphan in his family.

I have two widows and three children.

Those damned factory leaders.

If it was so unfair, why not die?

Jia Zhangshi only dared to talk about it at home. In front of the real factory leaders, she didn't dare to let out a fart.

After all, her family still had to rely on the factory to make a living in the future.

He had no choice.

Jia Zhang-shi could only turn the spearhead to the Lin family again.

He started cursing again.

"Why didn't an orphan die early when he ate so well? Why didn't he go to the orphanage? Such a big house should be vacated for my good grandson!”

Jia Zhang-shi's face was filled with malice as she cursed.

Now that Lin Ping was gone, his family only had an eight-year-old orphan left.

There was also such a large sum of 500 yuan in compensation and various monthly subsidies.

There were also two 70-square-meter houses.

There were also many things that Lin Ping had built.

He cursed and cursed!

Jia Zhang-shi's thoughts suddenly came alive.

He began to think about the Lin family's pension and house.

How nice would it be if the 500 yuan pension and the house were his?

However…

Now that she suddenly smelled the fragrance of the Lin family's meat, Jia Zhangshi was a little unsettled.

This little brat actually ate braised pork.

How could that 500 yuan pension be squandered by this kid!

Thinking of this…

Jia Zhang-shi's heart ached.

"Grandma, Mom, that brat Lin Weiguo is eating meat. I want to eat meat too!”

The thug pouted and shouted at Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu.

"I want to eat meat too…"

Little Dang did not care about the steamed buns anymore. Instead, he went for the meat fragrance.

Qin Huairu looked at the two children who were about to drool and wailed.

Listening to Jia Zhang-shi's vicious curses.

He couldn't help but feel regretful again.

In fact, when Lin Ping entered the rolling mill and quickly upgraded to a grade-8 welder, he had a good life.

Qin Huairu immediately regretted it.

If she had not despised the poor and loved the rich back then, she would have married Lin Ping.

With a monthly salary of 99 yuan, what kind of rich woman life was that?

However, Lin Ping was seriously injured and only had half a year left.

Qin Huairu rejoiced again!

Fortunately, she did not marry him. Otherwise, she would have become a widow.

Fortunately, Eastdawn was healthy and seemed to have a bright future ahead of him.

However, God's will was better than man's.

Less than two months had passed.

Jia Dongxu was also injured at work and was paralyzed at home.

Unexpectedly!

A month ago, Lin Ping left, and so did Jia Dongxu.

Qin Huairu was dumbfounded.

Could it be that she was really a jinx?

A jinx?

Was she destined to be a widow for the rest of her life?!!!

Qin Huairu regretted it once again when the factory sent the compensation money.

Lin Ping received a 500 yuan pension, a monthly cash allowance of 5 yuan, and various ticket subsidies.

And Jia Dongxu only had a mere 200 yuan pension.

Such a huge difference.

Once again, he verified the mistake of his choice.

There was more.

Before Lin Ping left, he had prepared a lot of property for the eight-year-old Lin Weiguo.

Everyone in the courtyard house saw it.

Based on Qin Huairu's estimated savings, Lin Ping had at least seven to eight hundred yuan.

With this pension, the remaining assets were estimated to be more than 1,000.

As for Jia Dongxu?

The only 200 yuan pension had fallen into the hands of Jia Zhangshi, and she had no share at all.

This 53-square-meter house also belonged to Old Lady Jia.

What did he get?

How could Qin Huairu not regret it?

If she had chosen Lin Ping back then, even if she had become a widow, the 1,000-plus assets and house would have been hers at least.

The more she thought about it, the angrier Qin Huiru became.

The more she hated the eight-year-old Lin Weiguo, who had obtained all these assets.

"Lin Weiguo, that short-lived bastard. He's an orphan, yet he still eats so well. He didn't even know to share the delicious food with his classmates.”

Qin Huairu could not help but curse.

The person who scolded was unintentional, but the listener was intentional.

Hearing the curse, Jia Zhangshi slapped her thigh.

"Aiyo!"

It was as if he had been enlightened.

"That's right! That dying orphan Lin Weiguo is my classmate. How could I have forgotten about this?”

It seemed that Grandma had a way.

"Grandma, I want to eat meat!"

Jia Zhangshi rubbed the stick's head lovingly.

"Good grandson, let's bring you to eat meat now.”

As he spoke.

He grabbed the two iron buns on the table and pulled the stick out of the room.

However!

After thinking about it, he finally put down one.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Qin Huairu was a little confused.

Jia Zhangshi rolled her eyes at her.

"You're still a mother? If your son wants to eat meat, there's nothing he can do. Stupid woman!"

"Aren't the meme and that damned orphan classmates? I'll use my relationship as a classmate to pretend to visit and show concern. I'll give you some cornbread and get some braised pork.”Then, he turned around and reminded the stick.

"Wait, don't be polite with that short-lived ghost. Eat as much as you can. If you can't finish it, bring some back. Don't leave any for him.”

As he said that, it was as if they were already certain that they would eat the red braised pork.

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