Chapter 1686 Tutor? Protector, useless man
After a while, the entire Zhuang family was sitting in the house. Father Zhuang and Grandma Zhuang both had a caring smile on their faces, greeting their son, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren.
After sitting down and chatting for a while, Huang Ling took the initiative to get up and go to the kitchen to prepare. As the host, Zhuang Qianmei and his wife sat calmly, eating melon seeds and chatting.
Father Zhuang and Grandma Zhuang were like old ladies. Sitting there, even Zhuang Chaoying didn't think there was anything wrong. They kept complimenting their parents, and the "family" was talking and laughing.
Zhou Chen just sat there for a while and couldn't stand it anymore. After all, watching a drama is just watching a drama. In reality, being a family member with such people, and being the one who is being persecuted, it will definitely be difficult to talk to them calmly.
Moreover, Zhou Chen clearly felt that the two old men of the Zhuang family were good to their eldest grandson, Zhuang Tunan, but they were obviously not as good as Zhuang Tunan to him. They were just smiling but not smiling to Zhuang Xiaoting.
Not as close to the two grandsons Zhuang Zhendong and Zhuang Zhenbei.
The two generations of the Zhuang family, the old couple and three children of the Zhuang family, Zhuang Chaoying graduated from a technical secondary school, and the others did not have much education.
Zhuang Tunan, this far-reaching name Tunan was given by Huang Ling's father. It was taken from "Zhuangzi·Xiaoyaoyou", which means lofty ambitions.
After taking the name Zhuang Tunan, the boys of this generation were named in the four directions of southeast, northwest, among which Zhuang Tunan was the oldest, Zhou Chen and Zhuang Zhendong were the same age, and Zhenbei was a little older than Zhuang Xiaoting.
I was too lazy to listen to the third uncle Zhuang Qianmei bragging about how awesome he was in the factory. Zhou Chen stood up and walked out of the house to the kitchen. When Zhuang Xiaoting saw her second brother left, she also stood up and followed him.
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In the kitchen, Huang Ling had just finished killing the chicken and was preparing to scald it with boiling water to pluck the feathers when she saw a pair of children walking in.
"Tuxi, Xiaoting, what's wrong?"
Zhou Chen said: "Mom, let me help you."
Zhuang Xiaoting also said crisply: "Me too."
Huang Ling gently stroked the heads of the two children: "Good kids, but mom doesn't need your help. You can go play."
Zhou Chen took a look at the hen that was being blanched in boiling water in a basin, and sat down on the small bench.
"I'll pluck the chicken feathers."
As he said that, he was about to take action. The frightened Huang Ling quickly stopped her: "It's hot, you kid. There is boiling water in here. It's very hot. Don't burn your hands."
"It's okay, Mom, I'm strong."
Huang Ling felt sorry for her children and didn't want her children to take action, but Zhou Chen took action directly. Seeing that Zhou Chen was doing well, Huang Ling did not stop her. She looked at her children squatting together and laughing and plucking chicken feathers, with a look on her face.
He showed a soft and happy smile.
As a mother, she didn't want her children to help her with housework, but her children were sensible and took the initiative to help her, which made her feel happy. With her children helping her, she seemed to have more strength and continued to make birthday cakes with a smile.
In this era, cooking is still quite troublesome, and you still need to light a fire and start the stove. Unlike a few decades later, you can cook the food quickly as soon as you turn on the gas stove.
After plucking the chicken feathers, Zhou Chen took Zhuang Xiaoting and sat behind the stove to light the fire. While lighting the fire, Zhou Chen used the blackened charcoal to write on the ground to teach Zhuang Xiaoting how to read.
Zhou Chen has taken care of too many children. Teaching Zhuang Xiaoting, who is only in the first grade, is naturally a matter of course. Zhuang Xiaoting is also an obedient child who loves to learn, so she follows Zhou Chen very seriously.
Huang Ling looked at such a harmonious scene, and the smile on her face became even brighter. It would be better if she was not at Zhuang Adi's place, but at her own home.
Thinking of this, she became even more anxious, because it was soon time to allocate rooms in the factory again, and she didn't know if she could get a room in this batch.
"Second brother, you are so good. You are better than your eldest brother and the teacher."
After studying for a while, Zhuang Xiaoting looked at Zhou Chen with admiration and said what she was thinking frankly.
Zhou Chen smiled, if he couldn't compare to his teacher and Zhuang Tunan, wouldn't his life for hundreds of years have been in vain?
It's really nice to have a little soft sister, but it's a pity that in the real world, his parents didn't give him a sister, but gave him a sister who only bullied him and told him to do bad things since he was a child.
Soon it was dinner time. The family sat at a square table. Huang Ling brought birthday cakes and vegetables to the table. Zhou Chen also walked into the room with Zhuang Xiaoting.
When I walked in, I saw that there were already people sitting around the table. Except for the family's elder and two children who were not at the table, everyone else had already sat down.
Grandma Zhuang sat there comfortably and said in a fake tone: "A-Ling has been busy in the kitchen all afternoon. It's hard work."
Huang Ling replied: "It's not hard, Mom, Tuxi and Xiaoting helped me a lot."
Grandma Zhuang said in an understatement: "They are all good children."
Zhuang Chaoying winked at her eldest son beside her, and Zhuang Tunan immediately stood up obediently and blessed loudly.
"I wish grandma good health."
Zhuang Zhendong and Zhuang Zhenbei followed closely behind.
"Long life." "Always smile."
Zhou Chen and Zhuang Xiaoting also gave blessings.
"A loving mother and a filial son."
"May all go well with you."
They were all words of blessing, but for some reason, Grandma Zhuang felt a little uncomfortable when she heard Zhou Chen's words of blessing about a loving mother and a filial son. However, she didn't pay much attention to it and praised him with a smile.
Zhuang Chaoying glanced at Zhou Chen. It didn't sound like a blessing to a loving mother and a filial son, but seeing the sincerity on Zhou Chen's face, he couldn't correct it in front of everyone.
Father Zhuang looked at the food on the table and began to be obedient.
"A-Ling's chicken is pretty good, and the birthday cake is delicious too."
"It's not because you go to work. According to custom, you have to eat twice. Those who are more particular will invite Mr. Tang to come to their home to sing the Eight Immortals to pray for longevity."
Zhou Chen shook his head after hearing this. You know that he is a very particular person. Fortunately, he is a little self-aware, otherwise he would not know what trouble he was going to make.
Before Zhou Chen, mother and son sat down at the table, they had already begun to use their chopsticks under the command of Aunt Zhuang and Aunt Zhuang.
When Huang Ling finished serving the noodles, she turned around and saw that there was no place to sit. Not only her, but her son and daughter had also not been served yet.
Zhuang Tunan was quite discerning, so he stood up immediately: "Mom, sit here with me."
Zhuang Chaoying wanted to stand up and speak, but Grandma Zhuang pushed her down on the stool. Grandma Zhuang even ignored Huang Ling and said to Zhuang Tunan, "Tunan, sit down."
Grandma Zhuang also agreed and asked Zhuang Tunan to sit down. Then she hesitated a little and said, "Tuxi, you and Zhenbei squeeze in and sit together. A Ling, if you can't sit down anymore, you and Xiaoting go to the kitchen."
Go ahead."
But Zhuang Zhenbei suddenly said: "Grandma, I can't squeeze anymore."
Zhuang's father paused for a moment and said, "It really can't be squeezed open. Then Tuxi, put some chicken in it and go to the kitchen with your mother and Xiaoting to eat."
Looking at this scene, Zhou Chen sneered in his heart. Sure enough, even if there was one more person, the birthday banquet would not change much.
"Okay, then I'll serve some chicken."
As he said that, he brought Xiao Ting's bowl over, walked to the table, took off his chopsticks to the whole boiled hen, caught a chicken leg and placed it in Xiao Ting's bowl, and then
He put another chicken leg into his bowl.
His speed was really fast. By the time others reacted, the two chicken legs were gone, and the faces of the people on the table changed instantly.
But Zhou Chen pretended not to notice, and took the bowl from the hand of his mother Huang Ling, who was a little dull, and quickly picked up a few chopsticks at the plate of fried chicken, which was all good meat, and put it into the bowl.
At this moment, Zhuang Zhenbei suddenly shouted: "Dad, grandma, I want to eat chicken legs too."
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At this shout, Zhuang Chaoying saw the dark faces of her parents and immediately yelled: "Tuxi, what are you doing?"
Zhou Chen said with an innocent face: "Put some chicken in the kitchen and eat it, dad said."
Zhuang Chao's English was stagnant, but he still yelled dissatisfied: "Then you can't do this. If you take away both chicken legs, what will others eat?"
Zhou Chen pointed and said: "There are not so many left, isn't there enough to eat?"
Grandma Zhuang couldn't help it anymore and said angrily: "Boss, how did you educate your son? He really doesn't have any tutoring at all."
Father Zhuang also said in a deep voice: "The old man has not moved his chopsticks yet, but he did it first. Is this the kind of tutor our Zhuang family's children have?"
Zhuang Chaoying, who was scolded by her parents, looked very ugly. She immediately stood up and wanted to teach Zhou Chen a lesson, but he didn't say anything yet.
Zhou Chen caught the eye of Aunt Zhuang, Aunt Zhuang, and asked slowly: "What tutor? A tutor from the Zhuang family? It's the eldest daughter-in-law who is responsible for cooking at the birthday banquet. She can't come to the table, and the younger daughter-in-law doesn't do anything."
But can I be a tutor on the table?"
As soon as these words came out, there was silence in the room. No one expected that Zhou Chen would say such words.
But in the next moment, the expressions on the two old men's faces became extremely ugly, and the irritable Zhuang Ganmei even slapped his chopsticks on the table in anger.
"Little Chi, what did you say?"
Huang Ling stepped forward and hugged Zhou Chen into her arms, like an old hen protecting her calf, and shouted at Zhuang Kanmei: "Zhuang Kanmei, what are you yelling at the child?"
To be continued...