Rebirth in the 50s: The Couple with the Hidden Space novel Chapter 815

Chapter 815: Chapter 688: Coming Together and Parting Again

Zhang Guoqing and his son walked into the twilight and returned home to find Zhou Jiao spreading out clothes and supplies bought from Huaihai Old on the kang, choosing one.

Zhang Guoqing circled around the back door, dropped his things, and carried his son to the main room, slowing his steps nervously. He wondered what kind of "welcome" his wife had prepared for him?

"Cough, cough..." Zhang Guoqing stood at the door of the west room, coughing a few times to remind the foolish woman standing there with her hands on her hips, shaking her head in deep thought!

Zhou Jiao turned her head, surprised but quickly restrained her smile, and pointed fiercely at the father and son duo: "Alright, you abandoned your wife and mother. Speak! How should you be punished?"

Little Ping’an spread his arms toward her, pouting in a cutesy voice, "Mom, I missed you so much. There were all sorts of things inside; you almost didn’t get to see your son."

Hearing this, Zhou Jiao couldn’t bear to blame them; she quickly picked up the child and lifted his clothes, asking anxiously, "Was it dangerous? Are you hurt? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Tell Mom quickly."

Seeing Zhou Jiao’s usually calm face turn pale with fear, Ping’an realized the joke went too far and stood obediently for her to examine, winking at his dad when she wasn’t looking.

Zhang Guoqing glared at his son, and quickly took off his shirt, saying, "Wife, look at me, we’re both fine, not a hair is missing."

Zhou Jiao, still worried, had him turn around again. Seeing that even his back wasn’t injured, she went to unpack their luggage and discovered that his clothes had been torn by branches, letting out a sigh of relief.

Ping’an, adept at reading expressions, saw her face soften and quickly complained before she could get angry, hugging her legs, "Mom, I’m starving and thirsty. For days it’s been nothing but dry food and meat, and the meat had a terrible smell; I almost threw up."

Since finding out that the father and son were unharmed, Zhou Jiao certainly knew what this little imp was up to.

It was nothing more than seeking comfort. Picking up the child, she glanced at Zhang Guoqing with amusement, "There’s water in the yard; go wash up. You stink!"

Zhang Guoqing moved closer with a cheeky smile, "This is manly! Did you miss me?"

Ping’an giggled while looking between the two, his eyes twinkling.

Zhou Jiao gave him a sidelong glance, carried the child outside, and once he’d finished fetching water, handed their son over for a wash. She rushed into the west room to tidy up their change of clothes and served up food and juice.

After scraping his bowl clean and drinking his cup of juice, Zhang Guoqing patted his belly and sighed, "Finally back to the land of the living!"

Zhou Jiao, feeding the child while watching him, asked, "Was it dangerous this time?"

"With Mr. Wang and others around, it wasn’t dangerous, but having a child with me made my nerves tight."

Ping’an swallowed his food and retorted, "Dad, I wasn’t a burden. I reminded you several times. If it weren’t for that fool, I could have brought back a sable!"

"Finish eating before you speak." Zhou Jiao looked at Zhang Guoqing with suspicion, "What happened? Again, it’s that kid from the Wang Family?"

Zhang Guoqing shook his head, "He meant well, but he missed the shot! Son, finish your food and rest up."

"Alright, I’ll eat a little and take a nap. Dad, don’t forget there’s still stuff in the backyard to sort out."

Zhou Jiao frowned, "Caught plenty again? Last night, I spent all night plucking pheasants and rabbits; I almost couldn’t finish."

Zhang Guoqing watched his wife’s frown of worry, laughing freely, "This trip we didn’t catch much wild game; it’s not safe to carry it around with the smell of blood. The Wang Family surely doesn’t lack meat; we went mainly for the good stuff!"

Zhou Jiao nodded in understanding. The Wang Family had already collected ginseng and deer antler; what was left was probably the goat’s blood they kept remembering.

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