Rebirth to 80s: The Villain’s Mother Raises Her Cubs Daily

"You're still talking about your wife! Why hasn't Pei Huai come back in the past few years, you don't have any points in your heart?"

"I'm not Pei Huai, what can I count in my heart?"

"Let you marry Jiang Ran, can you come back?"

"When you say that, it seems like it's true."

As the footsteps got farther, so did the discussion.

It wasn't until he couldn't hear it anymore that Pei Huai turned around expressionlessly.

Over the years, he has not come back, but he has not ignored his family. Every month, he will send money back.

Pei Baoshan had already brushed his teeth, and when he turned his head to see Pei Huai still standing at the gate, he frowned, "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and put things in the house."

Pei Huai agreed, raised his feet and walked towards Pei Yang's room.

Before he could reach the door, Pei Baoshan stopped him.

"What are you doing? You haven't come back for a few years, and you even forgot where your room is?"

Pei Huai, "."

Of course he didn't forget.

He went this way on purpose.

On the way back, he thought about it. After returning, he would squeeze with Pei Yang.

But now that Pei Baoshan is staring at him, he can't say anything.

After a moment of silence, Pei Huai still turned around and walked towards his and Jiang Ran's room.

The door was just closed, and he opened it with a slight push.

The house was no different from when he lived there.

The furniture is still the same, the desk is still standing by the window, etc. Why is there a sewing machine next to the desk?

Although Pei Huai doesn't know how to use a sewing machine, it doesn't mean he hasn't seen it before.

There are a lot of fabrics on the sewing machine, and it is obvious that someone is making clothes here.

Who can make clothes?

Ginger dye?

This is impossible.

Pei Huai frowned and walked towards the sewing machine. Just as he stood still, his eyes were attracted by the book on the table.

There are many numbers neatly placed on the table, and the types are very complicated.

There are those who write about traditional Chinese medicine, those who write about important things, those who write about pulse cases, as well as cookbooks, human geography, and clothing design.

Who read these books?

This room is still the same, but everything in the room makes Pei Huai feel unfamiliar.

There is a mirror on the table, the mirror surface is very clean, and the furniture is spotless.

Looking at the bed again, the bed was covered with a mat, the pillows were placed on the neatly folded blanket, and there was a big fan beside it.

It can be seen from these only that the owner of this house loves cleanliness and neatness.

Can.

This is different from Jiang Ran in Pei Huai's memory.

Pei Huai was still frowning at all this, and Wang Cuilan was already calling him outside.

"Pei Huai, come out to eat."

His voice was hard, and he still called him by his first and last name.

Pei Huai knew that Wang Cuilan was angry.

It's been so many years since he left.

Taking a deep breath, Pei Huai took off the bag on his back and walked out.

Breakfast was already placed on the table in the main room.

Scrambled eggs with green peppers, hot and sour shredded potatoes, freshly steamed steamed buns with white noodles, and boiled thick millet and pumpkin porridge.

In front of Pei Jing, there was a bowl of steamed eggs.

It was sprinkled with chopped green onion and sesame oil. It looked very appetizing and fragrant.

Seeing the food on this table, Pei Huai frowned lightly, "Mom and dad, you don't have to cook so much delicious food just because I'm back."

He knew the conditions at home, and it was a bit extravagant to eat breakfast like this.

When Wang Cuilan heard this, she sneered, "You are so beautiful, that's what we eat."

Pei Jing also nodded seriously, "We eat like this every day!"

Pei Huai: The clown is actually me.