"Chen Zhu is back?"
Mao Xiaoqin opened the glass door of the kitchen, glanced at her son, and said with a smile on her face: "Wait a minute, your favorite dishes are all tonight, go wash your hands and watch TV."
Queen Mother Mao came back very early from her business trip, but Chen Zhu was too busy to go home. Another reason was that she had borrowed money and suddenly no longer wanted maternal love.
"Mom, will my dad have dinner at home tonight?"
Chen Zhu asked.
Chen Peisong socializes a lot, and the frequency of eating out is much greater than the frequency of eating at home.
"Here I am!"
Mao Xiaoqin shouted loudly, which was also mixed with the smell of cooking fumes. Later, she was afraid that the smell would be too strong and she closed the glass door.
After Chen Zhu washed his hands, he was watching TV on the sofa. Not long after, Chen Peisong came back carrying a watermelon.
"Hey! Chen Zhu got home before me."
Chen Peisong changed his shoes and sat on the sofa. He looked at his son back and forth several times, nodded and said, "He's a little tanned, but he looks a bit manly."
Chen Zhu smiled. He still spoke less at home like he did in high school.
"Old Chen, come here and help!"
Empress Dowager Mao was reluctant to order her son around, but she didn't feel bad about ordering her husband around.
Chen Peisong patted Chen Chu on the shoulder, checked his son's body, and found that he had not lost weight, so he happily went to the kitchen to do some work.
For a time, advertisements on the TV, the range hood in the kitchen, and the voices of a middle-aged couple talking filled the old three-bedroom apartment, making it seem warm and lively.
"Wow~"
Soon, the glass door of the kitchen was opened again. Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin put the dishes on the table and invited Chen to come over for dinner.
Lao Chen was in a good mood. He even took a bottle of Wuliangye from the house, poured a glass of it happily, and asked his wife, "Do you want to drink it?"
"If you don't drink, you will be the drunkard in the house!"
Dr. Mao rolled her eyes at her husband, got a bottle of Sprite for herself and her son, and reminded Chen Zhu: "Drink less Coke at school. If you really want to drink soda, just drink Sprite. It's better to drink some boiled water."
"knew."
Chen Zhu responded, lowered his head and started eating.
Seeing her son who was still as obedient as before, Queen Mother Mao felt very happy. While picking up food for Chen Zhu, she asked about things in college.
It's just questions like whether I'm used to living in the dormitory, whether I can do laundry, how I get along with my roommates, whether I find it difficult to study... these kinds of questions.
Chen Zhu also answered clearly.
Chen Peisong sipped his wine and listened with a smile on his face.
I took a phone call in the middle, and when I came back I frowned, as if there was something difficult to understand.
"What's wrong?"
Mao Xiaoqin asked.
"Old Zhao will treat us to dinner tomorrow."
Chen Peisong said.
Old Zhao is Zhao Donghua, Zhao Yuanyuan’s father.
"Just eat, just eat."
Mao Xiaoqin disagreed. The two families were familiar with each other, and it was normal for them to get together during the holidays.
"But……"
Chen Peisong glanced at his son: "I specially said that this meal was to thank Chen Zhu."
"ah?"
Mao Xiaoqin also looked at Chen Zhu in surprise.
"Yuan Yuan was a bit uncomfortable when she first entered college, and there was a slight problem with her relationship with her roommate."
Chen Zhu quickly explained: "I asked a girl to help mediate. Now the problem is basically solved. Uncle Zhao is too polite. In fact, I didn't do anything."
The parents suddenly realized, and Lao Chen praised her: "You did the right thing, Yuanyuan is a little younger than you, so you should take care of her."
But as a mother, Mao Xiaoqin will have an extra perspective when looking at such issues.
"Chen Zhu."
Queen Mother Mao stopped her son, who was about to watch TV after dinner, and asked: "Which girl did you ask to help mediate?"
"ah?"
The corner of Chen Zhu's mouth moved: "It's just a girl I know."
Hearing Chen Zhu's perfunctory answer, Mao Xiaoqin did not keep asking, but just exchanged meaningful glances with her husband.
One of these parents-in-law is a doctor in the business department, and the other is the deputy director of the street office in the administrative department. They are not easy to fool either way.
So while washing the dishes, Queen Mother Mao closed the kitchen door again, and then asked Chen Peisong: "Your son can now ask girls to help."
Old Chen smiled "hehe": "When I went to the police station in the first half of the year, there were two girls who went to visit him."
"Who do you think it could be?"
Mao Xiaoqin asked eagerly.
Chen Peisong's mind was spinning quickly. Among the girls Chen could hire to help at CUHK, Song Zuomin's daughter was more likely to be there. After all, she was also studying at CUHK and met her on the day of registration.
My wife seems to like me more.
However, Chen Peisong actually liked the little girl from Sichuan and Chongqing more. He could see that Yu Xian really cared about his son and had no selfish motives at all.
Moreover, the leaf cake they brought was so delicious.
So Lao Chen was unwilling to answer this question, and pretended to be stupid and said: "Why do you care about this? I don't want to know how old you are, and you still inquire about the gossip of the younger generation."
"What do you mean by the younger generation!"
Mao Xiaoqin slapped her husband on the back: "That's my son!"
…
Before going to bed at night, my parents did not ask any further questions, even though Empress Dowager Mao was very curious in her heart.
This is the respect and understanding that a relaxed family atmosphere brings.
This kind of thing has nothing to do with academic qualifications. Some parents have never read a book for a day, but they can put themselves in others' shoes;
Some parents have become professors after getting Ph.D.s, but they still don’t know how to get along with their children correctly. Everything must be done according to her (his) wishes, and heavy shackles are placed on them in the name of love.
After Chen Zhu took a shower and lay down in bed, he habitually opened the QQ group.
The messages in the "cos" group and the "sweet" group are both 99+, but Huang Baihan and Zhao Yuanyuan are more funny.
The two of them were like two yuns being chased by Runtu, rushing from one group to another in a hurry.
Everyone in the "cos" group is making an appointment to have dinner, but everyone seems to be busy on the 1st.
Relatives from Yu Xian's hometown were coming to visit her grandma, Chen Zhu's parents and Yuanyuan's parents were having lunch, Huang Baihan was going to attend his cousin's wedding, but Wang Changhua and Wu Yu had nothing to do.
So, Chen Zhu typed: How about you two make a date first, and I will think of a name for your group called Huayanqiao "Yu".
Wu Yu: Don't be disgusted with me. I can't even eat anything with his face.
Wang Changhua: Chen Chen, please don’t mess with the relationship. I recently met a girl online. We chat about literature and geography every day, and social affairs at the next time. She is much cuter than some people.
Wu Yu: Does “certain people” refer to me?
Next, Wang Changhua and Wu Yu started to quarrel in the group. One felt that his online girlfriend was an intimate angel, and the other felt that you should stop pretending to be cool and deceiving other girls online.
In the middle, there were other people discussing the time for the gathering.
The date was finally set for October 2. Although Yu Xian was going to work part-time at an institution that day, Chen Zhu thought it would be more interesting to teach the little kid together.
In the "sweet" group, Mou Jiawen originally wanted to have dinner together, but she asked again: Weiwei, does your mother still not allow you to go out for dinner just like in high school?
Song Shiwei replied "Yeah".
Mou Jiawen:pity!
However, Xiao Mou obviously wanted to have a party, so he called in the group: Since Weiwei can’t come out, let’s make a date for the four of us!
Yuanyuan didn't say anything, and Huang Baihan didn't say anything either. Because they were not sure of the time and place, they might crash into a cosplay party.
Mou Jiawen was angry. She typed in the group and asked: What do you mean? Why didn't you respond enthusiastically? Is the friendship weakening? Or did you secretly go to the party without telling me?
Huang Baihan: No, no, absolutely not! How could we have a party without telling you?
Yuanyuan: Sister Xiao Mou, when do you want to have dinner?
Mou Jiawen: No. 2!
Huang Baihan and Yuanyuan said at the same time that "No. 2" would not work, and Huang Baihan also discussed changing the meal time to No. 3.
Chen Zhu had a private chat with Yu Xian but didn't see the message. Later he climbed upstairs and took a look, and suddenly felt that the school beauty Song and Xiao Mou were both "poor".
Song Shiwei is really pitiful.
She was still under such strict control even after she went to college, but her mother seemed to be very elegant and had a bookish air about teaching and educating people.
Doesn't she really understand that the more severe this kind of control and oppression, the more severe the backlash will be in the future?
Classmate Xiao Mou is fake and pitiful.
After all, Huang Baihan and Yuanyuan had to go out for two meals during one holiday in order to take care of her emotions.
…
I was finally able to get a good night's sleep on the holiday night. At noon the next day, Chen Zhu and his family came to the hotel box that Zhao Donghua had booked in advance.
As usual, Chen Peisong and Zhao Donghua were chatting about work, and the two mothers were chatting about home life. However, when the dishes were served, Zhao Donghua suddenly came over with a wine glass to toast Chen.
"Chen Zhu!"
Zhao Donghua, a policeman, said in a loud voice: "Thank you for the Yuanyuan matter."
"No, it's just a matter of effort."
Chen Zhu stood up and said.
Zhao Donghua patted Chen's arm and said to Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin: "You have raised a good son."
Chen Peisong waved his hand and said modestly to his son: "It's just a small matter. If Chen Zhu encounters any difficulties in school in the future, he may be able to find Yuanyuan for help."
"How is that possible?"
Zhao Donghua said with a smile: "Your Chen Zhu became the squad leader just after his military training. With such a strong ability, what difficulties can he face that require Yuanyuan's help?"
"Monitor?"
Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin were stunned for a moment. Their son had never told them.
Chen, with his boring personality, didn't even become a cadre in Zhizhong, but how could he be a squad leader in Zhongdalingyuan?
Seeing the expressions of the couple, Zhao Donghua was also a little strange: "Don't you know that Chen Zhu has also joined the school student union?"
"Join the student union?"
Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin were even more surprised. The college life Chen Zhu described last night was ordinary. They thought it was no different from high school.
Finally, I learned from others that my son’s college life was so exciting!
Other people's children always report good news but not bad news when they come home. It's better for you to hide everything from your parents.
Looking at the confused eyes of his parents, Chen Zhu also felt a little innocent. When he was a monitor and joined the student union, what was there to say about such a small fight?
"Chen Zhu."
Mao Xiaoqin asked quietly: "Tell your mother what other important things you have done in college."
Queen Mother Mao was looking forward to hearing a girl's name.
Chen Zhu thought for a moment and felt that this matter could not be hidden. After all, it was all recorded, so he turned sideways and said to Queen Mother Mao:
"Mom, I have made more than 300,000 yuan from stock trading."
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